Trouble

I read the letter:

Dear Emily,

I know you probably hate me right now, and were worried sick. I am so sorry Em, I will tell you everything. After I went to Management, they told me there was no chance I would ever be with you. They told me I could never talk to you again and they are tracking my phone (thats the reason I am writing this letter). After the talk, they immediately told me I was going on vacation with Taylor to Hawaii, and thats where I am now. You have probably seen the paparazzi pictures already, it may look real but its not. I am sorry but for now we won't be able to communicate.
But trust me I am working on it! Soon, it will be us for ever.

Love you
xx.Harry

I can't believe I even bothered with him. It obviously won't work out. I am done.

I went inside my house and ripped the letter and through it out. I just needed to forget about him.

I went up stairs and walked to my room. Next door, in my parents room, I heard a loud thumping. Were MY parents having--ok, that is not possible, they like hate each other. What was happening.

Suddenly, the door of my parents room opened and I quickly went inside my room and peaked out and saw the back of a women. Much skinnier then my mom wearing a short tight leopard print dress. The thought suddenly rolled into my head.

Was my dad banging this woman? No....

I collapsed on my bed. So great.. my dad is cheating on my mom, my "boyfriend" kind of just broke up with me, and everyone at school knows me for stealing Harry Styles from Taylor Swift. What was wrong with my life.

I went into the bathroom and picked up my razor. Don't do it Emily.
I put the razor down and went back into my room and decided to do something that wouldn't hurt me. I wanted to just have fun.

I turned on the radio and started dancing around my room. My memories of doing this as a immature 13-year old came back to my mind.

I looked in the mirror. Ew. Makeover?

I sat at my vanity and started to put tons of makeup on my face following a tutorial on Youtube. It was over the top but it was fun since I was alone. I put on a tank top and shorts.

I forgot about all my problems and took out my hairbrush. I started shouting the lyrics to "I Love It" by Icon Pop into my hairbrush. jumping on my bed and goofing around.

I fell on the ground as the song ended and all my issues and problems came back into my mind, I started to sob, ruining all my makeup.

Why am I so alone in this messed up world? Why can't I just have a normal boyfriend? It that to much to ask?

***5 DAYS LATER***

Harry's POV:

I was so excited to see her, to tell her everything, to finally be with her.
I couldn't wait to tell her I figured things out, and I dumped Taylor. My smile was so wide it hurt.

I was sitting in my land rover heading to her house. I got there and parked in front.

I rang the doorbell and her mother answered:

"Good evening Ms. Steele! Is Emily here?"

"Oh! hello, yes, she is in her room.... but--"

I suddenly ran upstairs and burst into her room and there sat Emily on the bed making out with some dude. They had their hands all over each other. My eyes couldn't handle it, I couldn't.

I immediately used all my power to punch my fist into his face.

Emily looked up and our eyes locked.

Notes

HEY GUYS!

HOPE U LIKED IT:)
WHAT DID U GUYS THINK OF THE YOU AND I VIDEO? I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO THINK.... I FOUND IT A LITTLE STRANGE,

HARRY AND ZAYN IN THE VID THOUGH:))) MHMMM..

XOXO,
ANNA