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Never Let You Go

Chapter 5

2011
Emilias POV


My hands tugged at the black bandeau top, trying desperately to stretch it to cover at least a little bit more of my exposed torso. Lily had forced the barely there material over my head; nodding with lustful excitement as she looked me up and down- cunning despair written all over her face.

"Perfect!" She popped, ignoring my clear grimace.

"I am not wearing this!" I continued to mess with the piece of material as I stared at my reflection; heart pumping rapidly at the distaste of the clothing and the anxiety of what was imminently about to happen.

"Oh, come on, Em, its sexy!" She elongated the adjective, "enough to have Harry Styles on his knees."

I gulped at her statement. I didn't want Harry Styles on his knees. I wanted him- well I didn't want him anywhere! I had never imagined a situation in which him and I would be alone; except apart from perhaps us being alone in his hallway for half a second until our mothers would disturb the awkwardness and bury what could have been endless possibilities of an interaction.

"No, fetch me something-" I was suddenly interrupted by a loud knock at the door, my heart protruding even further out of my chest. He was early. His abrupt text message had stated 'half seven. Be ready. H' without even a thought of asking whether or not that was a convenient time for me. I guess he didn't do compromises though. What he said goes and by the presence of him being thirty minutes early, made his demeanor seem all the more threatening.

"Guess you've got no time to change!" Lily giggled at me. The fact she thought this whole charade was funny and exciting made me feel even worse. She couldn't see the dark look in his eyes, couldn't depict how intimidating he was and instead just thought all of this made him even sexier.

"Harry!" I heard my mother chime as she answered the door. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Maria," he replied, his tone nonplussed. "I'm taking Mi out, did she not tell you?"

I closed my eyes at his question, gulping at the slight change in his tone. I knew this would come up when we were alone; him being appalled that I'd kept our little 'date' a secret from the people most important to me. I heard heavy footsteps edging closer to my bedroom door before it opened with a hard swing, Harry not even bothering to knock.

I watched as his eyes trailed up and down my body, stopping shortly to take in the tight bandeau; his eyebrows inverting into a deep frown, tongue trailing across the bottom of his plump and dark pink lips. I felt as if he was going to say something derogatory to me but his gaze dropped once he noticed Lily was also present; eyes brightening a little as he smiled at her, hand running through his deep curly fringe as he swept it across his forehead and out of sight.

"Niall's girl!" He coughed, addressing Lily.

"Lily," she responded; chuckling at Harry's statement. "Anyway I best leave you two to it."

She walked around Harry so that his back was turned from her before looking at me with wide eyes and mouthing OH MY GOD before rolling her eyes to the back of her head and exiting my bedroom; leaving me alone with possibly the one person I'd not prepared myself to be alone with.

"You ready?" He stated, gruffly, not even looking at me.

"Well you're a bit early aren't y-" My mouth stopped moving as I noticed his dark stare latch on to me. He clearly didn't like being argued with. I nodded; my body automatically doing as he said as if he had some kind of hold on me. I fetched my bag, slipping my phone inside it and following Harry out of my bedroom, down the stairs and straight out the front door. I didn't say goodbye to my parents. It was like he didn't let me. I was under his spell. A robot. Do as he says. My mind kept saying.

I was guided to a black range rover that stood at the bottom of my drive, tinted out windows and black leather seats greeted me as he practically threw me into the passenger seat. If I hadn't felt nervous already, I knew at this point, sitting rigidly in this confined space that I most definitely did. The nerves heightened by the thought that I was enclosed with just Harry and that people passing couldn't see us.

As he drove at speed to the unknown destination, my mind raced with the idea of how much it could hurt if I just opened the door and jumped out and escaped his clutches but this thought was quickly scraped from my mind when it became apparent that he had locked me in. I had gathered this Intel when he had stopped at a cash machine about a mile from my home and I had mustered up a little bit of courage to try the door. Locked. I had felt the colour drain from my face, nausea building at the sheer fact that I was trapped.

Buckling himself back in and driving on, he quickly glanced at my feared face and asked, "Everything okay?"

It was the first thing he had said since leaving my house and I knew that if I said anything other than yes, it would cause outrage. I don't know what it was but I felt like I needed to please this ruggedly handsome man that sat next to me, the gear stick and cup holders being the only thing blocking our entities from joining as one. I nodded in response, having zero courage to speak. He didn't say anything else and so instead I just watched as he continued to drive; his knuckles whitened slightly as he gripped the steering wheel. His black shirt clung to his arms and torso, accentuating his toned body. My eyes trailed up to his face; observing how his strong jaw connected with his ear, tangled between a mess of chestnut brown curls that fell unevenly across the top of his head. His eyes, still fixed on the road, swam with an emotion of greens and blues and even in the dim sunset light of autumn evening, it was so clear that flickers of hazel were apparent around his iris'. His eyebrows sat still in that inverted frown he had given me back in my bedroom; maybe that was a habit of his; along with the notion of sweeping his hair across his forehead because as if on cue, he did exactly that. As I continued to stare at him, all I could think about was that he was actually beautiful. If I thought hard, if I discarded his threatening demeanor and the possibility of being scared of him, I don't think I had ever met anybody as beautiful as him before. Alas, beautiful correlated with being bright, positive, happy, kind and the Harry Styles that I had recently been acquainted with; the Harry Styles that I had heard stories about was none of these things- so how could I picture this beauty?

"What did I tell you about staring?" My thought was broken by the grumble of his husky voice. I could hear the joking tone within his voice but I still quickly looked away, not answering him and instead stared out onto the darkened road, jumping slightly at his question.

***

Present

She had bolted long before he had time to respond. He knew in her despair that she was correct but at the same time, it had been five years since those events; in his mind enough time to heal. A lot had happened since he had gone and although he'd hardly found courage to seek Emilia prior; he hadn't expected her to still be so full of hurtful emotion towards him. Guilt wracked through him, wondering if she would ever heal. He often had thoughts like this. Often wondering where she was, what she was doing and most importantly if she was happy. After everything that had happened, he always wanted to think that she was happy above anything else. But by the look in her eyes, the emptiness that coursed through her as she could barely look at him through floods of tears; he knew that she was far from it. That killed him. In that moment, Harry wanted to turn back time; not necessarily to five years ago but perhaps just to a day ago; in which he'd change his mind about returning to his home village to perform and instead stay away for another year- the anguish, the tarnished memories being too much for him.

"I knew I should have stayed away," he cursed, tugging at the short curls that formed atop his head.

"I did warn you, H." Lily responded, shrugging at the tall, handsome man that stood before her. It wasn't the response he wanted to hear but he knew she was right. Although Lily was Emilia's support and best friend, she was also Harry's friend. After the event, there had been a long time in which Lily hated every ounce of Harry and wished curse upon his life but when she had bumped into him at the beach just outside their village about three years ago; the hatred for him ceased. It was apparent within the first minute or so of interacting with him that he wasn't the same unhappy and disturbed boy he had been and instead he was kinder, more sensitive. Of course, Lily had never mentioned this meeting with Harry to Emilia, never told her about her recent contact with Harry and although she sometimes felt guilty for knowing that she was sort of betraying her best friend; on the other hand she had hope that they could rebuild some form of relationship again. As cliched as it sounded, she felt that they belonged together on a level- whether it be civil, friendship or dare she think it lovers once more.

"I don't think she will ever forgive me, Lil." Harry said in a defeated tone.

"She will one day," Lily stated positively. "She has to. I did and you were a bastard!"

"I was more than a bastard."

"Yeah, you were the devil!" Lily chuckled slightly at her statement, Harry returning it with a faint giggle.

"I know that she will, H" Lily spoke again after a few moments of silence. "I shouldn't particularly tell you this but she calls your name sometimes, when she sleeps. Not in the hurtful, nightmarish way that she used to but more as if she's calling out for you to be by her side. A part of her, I know, wishes that part of you, the Harry you are now, the little bit of Harry that she used to sometimes see when you were together, would come back to her, y'know..."

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8/16/18

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8/15/18

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8/2/18

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