Trophy wife -1D not famous

Whoever it was wasn't trying to be gentle from how tight was grabbing her.

When Emma was finally able to set free from the deathly grip, a weird voice rang in her ears.

"You didn't miss me?"

Emma turned around to face the person. It was her ex-boyfriend, James. She dated him, when she came with her grandparents to Spain a few years ago. James was nothing but a summer love. There were no feelings towards him anymore.

James was tall, but he wasn't as tall as Harry, he had greyish eyes and dirty blonde hair.

Girls swoon over him, but Emma didn't and he liked that. James had recently found out about Harry and Emma, and he wasn't as thrilled as others.

James has fallen in love with Emma, a few Summers before, and when he had the chance he asked her out.

She promised to come back so they could be together, but she forgot about him, after her grandparents death.

James thought that she was back for him, that she had gotten sick of Harry and was still in love with him.

"What are you doing here?!"

"You came back. Just like you promised."

"Just like I promised?!"

"You promised you would come back for me! For us!"

"What?"

"Yes! You promised. You came. I love you. You love me."

"Sorry, but you're wrong. I love Harry. Not you."

"No, you don't! You love me! Me!"

"I don't! Will you quit it?!"

James flew his hand back and slapped her. He used so many force, that Emma was thrown to the ground, crying.

James' face was red with anger and jealousy. He grabbed her hair, moving her face so she was looking at him.

"Please, don't."
"SHUT UP!"

His hand came in contact with her face for the second time and with more force.

He heard a gasp and turned around.

Pilar was right behind them and had seen the two slaps. She seemed to have stopped in the middle of a phrase.

"Pilar, where's Emma?"- It was Pablo, but there was also another voice. Although she wasn't able to recognise it from how far and low it was, it seemed familiar.

"Right here."

James was frozen. He was caught hitting her. What could he do now? Jump out of the window? Hit Pilar too? He wasn't capable of doing any of those.

Steps were heard and Emma straightened herself. She was hoping that Pablo would throw a good punch at him.

Pablo appeared on the room and so did the person she wanted the most. Harry.

Harry was there. Harry did come. Harry did come for her and for the baby. Their eyes met and she saw anger, sadness and rage in them.

Harry arrived to Marbella a hour before and Pablo and Pilar went to pick him up.

When they reached home and Emma was no where, he grew worried. Where could she be? Pablo called Pilar, and where she answered they ran there.

Harry's smile turned into a frown and his fists were balled. There was Emma, laying on the floor, with a man grabbing her hair and with two slap marks.

He looked at her and saw in her eyes a bitter sweet happiness and hope.

Before he could twice Harry had the stranger pinned on the floor and was throwing punches at him. When the man was unconscious Harry got up an looked at Emma who had her cousins kneeled by her while she was unconscious on the floor too.

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