Blunt
Oh the Pain.
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The next morning was eye-opening. I had dreamed of Mason and I woke up in tears. If last night had taught me anything it was that i’d been holding onto my past for way too long. All those therapy sessions, all those journals, they meant nothing now.
It also taught me that I should really start doing what Harry Styles tells me to if I want to avoid seeing him again. I’d avoided calling and last night I sent a simple text, sadly this was deemed insufficient by the pop-star and now I was on my way to his flat after he’d threatened to come to my home and tell my mother of last nights escapades.
I reached an apartment complex that resembled an asylum. The gates seem to circle the entire building and the only sense of life was the greenery positioned perfectly to hide any activity. Alright so he’s a criminal on the side, that explains the kleptomania. Aside from the guarded presence the building omitted it had a very modern feel to it. I approached the security guards who let me enter with no hassle and made my way towards the flat Harry told me was his.
I knocked on the door and waited for what felt like twenty minutes.
“Go away Lou, I’m indecent” Harry’s voice rang through the large door.
“Alright” I retorted loudly. I heard banging as I began to walk away and then just before I reached the steps his door swung open.
“Wait, sorry, I thought you were Louis” I slowly turned around to face the unexpected, he was in nothing but a towel. “Emily, stop checking me out and come in” He smirked.
I grimaced and walked towards him.
“Do you sell drugs?” I quirked.
“What? No. Of course not.” He laughed, ushering me inside.
“Oh, of course not." I mocked "Is that why you’ve brought me to the most detained complex in London?” I glared at his stupid face.
“Ouch. This is my home Emily. We’re international pop-stars, we can’t just let anyone in.” He smiled, making his way towards what I assumed was a bathroom.
“Then why am I here” I spoke, hoping he wouldn’t hear.
“Because you’re my friend Em and I want you here” He stated walking out of the bathroom fully clothed and taking a seat on the largest couch i’d ever seen. He started to pat the space beside him but I opted for the furtherest edge away from him.
“You’re not my friend, you know nothing about me” I looked at him, directly in his eyes.
“Oh really? I know you're crap at holding a conversation and that you think your hair somehow correlates with your shitty life” He smirked, arching an eyebrow as if he was testing me.
“Did you really just call my life shit?” I huffed.
“Your words, not mine.” He held my gaze and I started to shift uncomfortably, I didn’t remember saying that to him.
Wordlessly he got up and walked away, coming back minutes later with beers and snacks.
“Could you at least look like you want to be here Emily?” He asked, placing down the goods and staring at my awkward position.
“I don’t like to lie” I retorted, but he just continued to stare. With a dramatic sigh I positioned myself properly on the couch.
That wasn’t the worst decision i’d made that night.
Harry’s POV.
She looked so beautiful when she was angry at me. I couldn’t stop the smile that formed on my lips when she huffed and listened to me, like a child. Placing Tropic Thunder in the DVD player I decided to push her buttons so I sat right next to her, placing my arm around the back of the couch. Handing her a beer I waited for her to shift away but she didn’t, she just looked shocked.
“What is it?” I whispered. It was something about a movie playing, even in your own home, that caused you to be quiet.
“I don’t drink” she choked out.
“Why not?” I asked measuring her face. There was something she was hiding and I wanted to know what, but before I could prompt her more she wordlessly grabbed the beer and began to drink. I quirked and eyebrow at her but she simply pointed towards the screen.
Her focus on the movie, allowed me to steal glances at her beautiful face every few minutes. I was content and it hurt me deeply that she wasn’t. I wanted to know her, but she wouldn’t let me and it was so frustrating.
The movie finished and she still hadn’t moved from under my arm, which i’d eventually wrapped around her during the movie.
“Em” I whispered, looking down at the beautiful girl beside me. She was staring at the bottle in her hands, it had to have been her fifth one. “Emily, look at me” I spoke sternly, lifting her face towards mine.
Emily smiled at me, it was progress, but she was noticeably hammered. I laughed at her expression.
“Come on you can stay in the guest room tonight” I chuckled after she’d yawned.
“No” She mumbled.
“Stop being annoying, just listen to me tonight yeah?” I replied, slowly helping her up.
“Just tonight” She whispered, trying to hold my gaze but failing in her drunken state. I laughed all the way to the room as she kept whispering about how annoying I was. I helped her out of her shoes and into some pajamas with all the self-restraint I could.
“Harry” She whispered, just before I was about to bid her goodnight.
“Yes, love?” I leaned down next to the bed.
“I really don’t want to hurt you.” She whispered. I chuckled in response to this.
“Emily you’re strong, but I doubt you’re that strong” I chucked, attempting to make her laugh.
“I don’t want you to die” The words left her beautiful lips in a flurry and her eyes went wide as she spoke them.
“Emily, i’m right here, i’m not going anywhere.” I tried to reassure her but she was crying now.
“B-but Mason died” She choked out. “So you will too” she was shaking now.
My throat started to constrict and tears prickled my eyes, I had no idea what she was talking about but her pain sent a horrible pang through my heart. I climbed into the bed and wrapped my arms around her, wanting nothing but to comfort her.
The next morning was eye-opening. I had dreamed of Mason and I woke up in tears. If last night had taught me anything it was that i’d been holding onto my past for way too long. All those therapy sessions, all those journals, they meant nothing now.
It also taught me that I should really start doing what Harry Styles tells me to if I want to avoid seeing him again. I’d avoided calling and last night I sent a simple text, sadly this was deemed insufficient by the pop-star and now I was on my way to his flat after he’d threatened to come to my home and tell my mother of last nights escapades.
I reached an apartment complex that resembled an asylum. The gates seem to circle the entire building and the only sense of life was the greenery positioned perfectly to hide any activity. Alright so he’s a criminal on the side, that explains the kleptomania. Aside from the guarded presence the building omitted it had a very modern feel to it. I approached the security guards who let me enter with no hassle and made my way towards the flat Harry told me was his.
I knocked on the door and waited for what felt like twenty minutes.
“Go away Lou, I’m indecent” Harry’s voice rang through the large door.
“Alright” I retorted loudly. I heard banging as I began to walk away and then just before I reached the steps his door swung open.
“Wait, sorry, I thought you were Louis” I slowly turned around to face the unexpected, he was in nothing but a towel. “Emily, stop checking me out and come in” He smirked.
I grimaced and walked towards him.
“Do you sell drugs?” I quirked.
“What? No. Of course not.” He laughed, ushering me inside.
“Oh, of course not." I mocked "Is that why you’ve brought me to the most detained complex in London?” I glared at his stupid face.
“Ouch. This is my home Emily. We’re international pop-stars, we can’t just let anyone in.” He smiled, making his way towards what I assumed was a bathroom.
“Then why am I here” I spoke, hoping he wouldn’t hear.
“Because you’re my friend Em and I want you here” He stated walking out of the bathroom fully clothed and taking a seat on the largest couch i’d ever seen. He started to pat the space beside him but I opted for the furtherest edge away from him.
“You’re not my friend, you know nothing about me” I looked at him, directly in his eyes.
“Oh really? I know you're crap at holding a conversation and that you think your hair somehow correlates with your shitty life” He smirked, arching an eyebrow as if he was testing me.
“Did you really just call my life shit?” I huffed.
“Your words, not mine.” He held my gaze and I started to shift uncomfortably, I didn’t remember saying that to him.
Wordlessly he got up and walked away, coming back minutes later with beers and snacks.
“Could you at least look like you want to be here Emily?” He asked, placing down the goods and staring at my awkward position.
“I don’t like to lie” I retorted, but he just continued to stare. With a dramatic sigh I positioned myself properly on the couch.
That wasn’t the worst decision i’d made that night.
Harry’s POV.
She looked so beautiful when she was angry at me. I couldn’t stop the smile that formed on my lips when she huffed and listened to me, like a child. Placing Tropic Thunder in the DVD player I decided to push her buttons so I sat right next to her, placing my arm around the back of the couch. Handing her a beer I waited for her to shift away but she didn’t, she just looked shocked.
“What is it?” I whispered. It was something about a movie playing, even in your own home, that caused you to be quiet.
“I don’t drink” she choked out.
“Why not?” I asked measuring her face. There was something she was hiding and I wanted to know what, but before I could prompt her more she wordlessly grabbed the beer and began to drink. I quirked and eyebrow at her but she simply pointed towards the screen.
Her focus on the movie, allowed me to steal glances at her beautiful face every few minutes. I was content and it hurt me deeply that she wasn’t. I wanted to know her, but she wouldn’t let me and it was so frustrating.
The movie finished and she still hadn’t moved from under my arm, which i’d eventually wrapped around her during the movie.
“Em” I whispered, looking down at the beautiful girl beside me. She was staring at the bottle in her hands, it had to have been her fifth one. “Emily, look at me” I spoke sternly, lifting her face towards mine.
Emily smiled at me, it was progress, but she was noticeably hammered. I laughed at her expression.
“Come on you can stay in the guest room tonight” I chuckled after she’d yawned.
“No” She mumbled.
“Stop being annoying, just listen to me tonight yeah?” I replied, slowly helping her up.
“Just tonight” She whispered, trying to hold my gaze but failing in her drunken state. I laughed all the way to the room as she kept whispering about how annoying I was. I helped her out of her shoes and into some pajamas with all the self-restraint I could.
“Harry” She whispered, just before I was about to bid her goodnight.
“Yes, love?” I leaned down next to the bed.
“I really don’t want to hurt you.” She whispered. I chuckled in response to this.
“Emily you’re strong, but I doubt you’re that strong” I chucked, attempting to make her laugh.
“I don’t want you to die” The words left her beautiful lips in a flurry and her eyes went wide as she spoke them.
“Emily, i’m right here, i’m not going anywhere.” I tried to reassure her but she was crying now.
“B-but Mason died” She choked out. “So you will too” she was shaking now.
My throat started to constrict and tears prickled my eyes, I had no idea what she was talking about but her pain sent a horrible pang through my heart. I climbed into the bed and wrapped my arms around her, wanting nothing but to comfort her.
12/11/13