Hold On For Dear Love (Sequel to WILD)

Emily’s POV

“Harry, we have to get going or you’ll miss your flight”

“No, I don’t want to leave!”

“Harry Edward Styles! Let go of the damn chair!”

Yes, the twenty two year old was actually clinging to the weighed down seats in the airport while I tried to pull him away. I rolled my eyes and gave up, finding it ridiculous that he was acting like such a child but at the same time it was pretty adorable.

“Fine, but don’t blame me when Paul calls you all pissed off asking why you weren’t on the plane”

“Do you really want to get rid of me that bad?” I sighed and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Of course not, but we don’t have much of a choice. You have to work on the new album and
I have to finish the tour. We’ll be seeing each other in a couple months at the VMAs though”

Two days ago Sara told me that I was nominated for two awards. Best New Artist and Best Female Artist. You wouldn’t believe how loud I screamed. I was also excited to discover that One Direction got nominated for Song of the Year and Best Group. I was extremely happy for them. After they won the Brit Award last year I wouldn’t be surprised if they also won a couple VMAs.

“That’s too long though. I’ll miss you too much”

He wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and buried his face into my neck. I hugged him back, not wanting to let him go either. I always hated this. Having to separate for months. It sucks but we both have careers to follow and we’ve proved that we’re strong enough to handle it.

“Flight 2018 to London now boarding”

“Harry, you have to go”

“No”

He tightened his grip on me, refusing to let go. I got up, pulling him with me, and walked him over to the gate. I turned around so I could look at him. I brushed the hair out of his green eyes that were watching me intently, completely lost in thought.

“What are you thinking?” I asked him.

“I don’t know...I’m just scared...”

“Scared of what? Flying? You do it all the time”

“No, I’m not scared of flying....I..I’m scared that something will happen and I’ll lose you again”

His voice shook slightly as he spoke. I cupped his face in my hands and smiled at him.

“Harry, you won’t lose me. I think we’ve proven that we can get through pretty much anything. No matter what happens, I will talk to you first and listen to what you have to say. I won’t believe the media or what anyone else says as long as you do the same”

“I won’t...I love you, Emily”

“I love you, too, Harry”

I pressed my lips to his, not caring about who was watching, then pulled him into a hug. He pulled me closer to him and buried his face in my hair. When I attempted to pull away he just tightened his grip even more, not allowing me to leave his embrace.

“Last call for Flight 2018”

Harry let out a deep sigh and reluctantly let me go. He kissed me one last time before picking up his bag and walking away. He paused at the doorway, giving me a small wave. I smiled and repeated the action, blowing a kiss at the end. He gave me that heart stopping lopsided smile of his then disappeared down the walkway. I stayed to watch him take off before going back to the parking lot where my dad was waiting in the car.

"How did it go?" He asked.

"He really didn't want to go. I had to peel him away from the chair"

Dad chuckled, shaking his head at the image that appeared in his head.

"You sure picked a keeper, kiddo"

"Oh shut up"

I playfully hit him in the shoulder and he laughed.

"Hey! Don't hit the driver!"

"You're not the driver. Ginger is"

Ginger, AKA: Leo, is one of my bodyguards. He's not as buff as Paul, but pretty close. He's got short red hair, hence the nickname, Ginger. When I first called him that I thought he was going to get mad, but he just laughed and it kinda stuck with him.

"Ginger will make you walk if you don't stop arguing" He said.

"Ginger needs to stop referring to himself in third person" I teased.

He gave me a playful glare then turned up the radio. I let out a scream the second I realized that it was one of my songs playing. Dad and Ginger laughed then started singing along loudly. I burst out laughing and took out my phone to record them as they sang and danced to it, then posted the video on Twitter. I immediately got replies saying how funny it was.

“What are you laughing at?” Dad asked.

“Nothing...Don’t worry about it”

“See, I worry about it more when you say that. You only say it when you’re up to no good. Give me your phone”

“No. It’s mine”

“Emily”

“Dad”

“I’ll get it eventually. You have to put it down some time”

“Not if I give it to Sara”

He glared at me and I knew I had him there. I also knew that he was developing a little crush on the tour manager, which I thought was adorable. Sara is amazing and the two of them would look cute together. Now the only problem was that Dad was scared to ask her out.

That is where Ginger and I come in. He and I have a little scheme going on to get them together within the next two months and it is going to be great. They didn’t know what was coming for them.

Harry's POV

I met the boys at the studio after I landed and they all immediately pounced on me in a group hug.

“Harry! I missed you!!” Louis cried.

“I missed you, too, Boo Bear” I laughed.

“So, how was your week with Emily? Did you have make up sex? Was it good?”

“Well, to answer your first question, it was great. As for the others, that’s something for me to know and for you to never find out”

“Oh, come on! We’re your best mates!”

“I’m still not going to tell you”

Louis huffed and plopped down on the couch with his arms crossed. I rolled my eyes. He would get over it in about three minutes.

“I heard Emily’s dad showed up the day after we left. How did that go?” Liam asked.

“Well....He wanted to kill me at first, but then everything turned out alright. Oh, that reminds me. You guys have got to see the two of them play guitar together. It was amazing. Absolutely incredible”

“Really? I didn’t peg him for a guitar player” Niall commented.

“He is, and he’s damn good”

The door opened and Paul walked in with coffee. He paused when he saw me.

“Harry. It’s about time you showed up. We’ve been waiting for you”

I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.

“Sorry...”

“It’s alright. Emily already warned me that you were being a little more stubborn than usual today” he said with a smirk.

“She told you about what happened at the airport didn’t she”

“Yep”

I smiled and shook my head.

“She’s trying to kill me” I muttered.

Paul laughed at my comment, then ruffled my hair. I glared at him and put it back to its original position.

“Alright, let’s get back to work”

*Two Months Later*

“Yes, Mum. Emily and I are back together....I’m sure she’d love it if you called her, but let me tell her first before you do....So she doesn’t feel awkward.....Yes....Yes....Love you, too”

I was relieved when she finally hung up the phone. I love my mum, I really do, but not when she decides to call me up at six in the morning to have a two hour conversation with me on the day we have a morning radio interview at ten. It didn’t help that I barely slept the night before because I was up talking to Emily on Skype. The time difference really sucks, but it’s definitely worth it.

I laid in bed for a while before finally deciding to get up. I made myself some coffee, then plopped myself down on the couch and watched some tv. To my surprise, Emily's face popped up on the screen the moment I turned it on. She was doing an interview with an American news station and they were talking about me.

“So, Harry was being a little stubborn at the airport a few days ago, huh?” Emily laughed and nodded.

“Yeah. I don’t want to embarrass him though, so that’s all I’m going to say”

“That’s okay. You can leave that to us. We found this picture. Take a look”

She turned to the screen and a picture of her trying to pull me away from the chair that I was clinging to popped up on the screen. She laughed and I couldn’t help but do the same. I looked pretty ridiculous to be honest, but I was glad that she didn’t want to embarrass me.

“Does he do that every time you separate?”

“Sometimes. I think it kinda switches between us” She said with a laugh. “Of course, I never do anything to that extent”

I chuckled at her comment, then rolled my eyes. She’s such a little tease. A knock at the door interrupted me from finishing the interview. I shut the tv off before walking over to answer it, finding Zayn standing there.


“Hey, Zayn” I greeted.

“Hey. You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Just let me grab my phone”

I jogged back into the living room to grab the device from the couch I was sitting on just moments before, then walked out the door with Zayn.

“We have five very special guests joining us today. It’s One Direction. Boys, why don’t you introduce yourselves” Nick said.

Yes, we were on my friend, Nick Grimshaw’s radio show and I would most definitely be teased relentlessly by him throughout our hour long interview. When I first told him that I was dating Emily he shot of a million questions about her. Very personal and perverted ones I might add. None of which I answered, of course.

We all did as we were told and introduced ourselves to the listeners before he got into the questions. He talked mostly about our upcoming album and tour, along with when the fans would expect a new video. After that he went into questions that were sent in by fans.

“This is from Melanie. ‘If you were an animal. What animal would you be and why?’ Let’s start with Louis” Nick said.

“Well....I think I would be...A dog. They just seem really carefree all the time”

“I’d be a hyena, so I can laugh all the time” Niall said.

I could so see Niall as a hyena.

“I’d be a dog as well” Liam agreed with Louis.

“I don’t know what I’d be...Maybe an owl. They’re pretty cool” Zayn answered.

“What about you Harry?” Louis asked me.

“I’d be a turtle”

“A turtle?” Nick questioned.

“Yeah. They’re really chill, like they don’t move too fast through life”

“Oh, like the way you talk?”

“Ha. Very funny”

“You know, Harry. I seem to recall hearing a certain blue-eyed brunette saying the same thing in an interview not too long ago”

“There it is”

The boys laughed while I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, Nick, I have something in common with my girlfriend. Can we move on please?”

“Alright, fine. Next question is from Josie. ‘Who in the band do you think would get married first?’”

“Harry” All of the boy said at the same time.

I blinked in surprise.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You and Emily are like the perfect couple. Not to mention the fact that you two have so much in common, even with the little things that you really have to pay attention to to notice”

“Like what?” I asked, letting curiosity get the better of me.

“Well, take accents for instance. You both can listen to someone speak a sentence and immediately pick up on their accent” Liam said.

“That’s right. Emily did it when she first met Paul and me. She does an Irish accent really well” Niall added.

“Oh, they both have this weird obsession with lips when someone is talking. Like, Harry will stare at your lips while Emily always bites hers when she’s listening to someone” Zayn said.

“Don’t even get us started on their jokes” Liam teased.

“Hey! They’re great jokes!” I defended.

“Yeah. For a three year old. What was that one Emily told us the other day?” Zayn asked the boys.

“It went ‘Do you want to hear a joke about pizza?’” Liam started.

“Never mind. It’s too cheesy” He and Louis finished.

I fought the urge to laugh. Sure, it was a pretty bad joke, but that and the way she had said it made it funny. I could just picture her trying to hide her smile as she told the joke to us. My lips curved up into a smile as I thought about it.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he whisked her off on some romantic getaway and brought her back with a ring on her finger” Zayn said.

“So, Harry. Any plans on popping the big question?” Nick asked.

“Not at the moment, but it’s definitely a future possibility” I replied with a shy smile.

“Oh, this is so cute! He’s blushing!”

“Shut it” I said with a playful glare.

“Alright, let’s take some callers to distract Harry from planning my imminent death. First up, we have Holly from right here in London. Hello, Holly”

The boys and I chorused ‘hello’ to her and she squealed. I could hear some other voices in the background, indicating that she was with other people. “Hi!” she said excitedly.

“Holly, do you have a question for the boys?”

“Yes. My question is: If you were a chair, what celebrity would you let sit on you?”

“That is a very good question” I commented.

“Yeah. I’ve never heard that before...Hmm..If I were a chair...” Louis thought out loud to himself.

“Leona Lewis” Liam answered right away.

“I’d say Beyonce” Zayn said.

“Mila Kunis for me” Niall answered.

“Hmm...I’d say...Victoria Beckham” I answered.

I was going to say Emily, just to be cheeky, but I decided against it and instead chose the first name that popped into my head. We all turned to Louis for his answer and by now he was grinning like an idiot. It didn’t understand why until he pointed it at me.

“Emily Brighten” he said.

The boys laughed while I gave him a firm look. He just laughed at me, knowing that it annoyed me that he just said that.

“Not funny, mate” I said.

“Oh, come on, Harry. I was just teasing you” he said as he ruffled my hair.

“Yeah. Yeah” I smiled and pushed his hand away.

“Looks like you have a little competition here, Harry. Alright, last caller. This is....hmm. I guess they want to remain anonymous. Here we are. Hello, Mr./Miss Anonymous. What is your question?”

There was a long silence, until I heard what sounded like heavy breathing on the other end. Nick asked if they were there and in return we go a disguised voice that sent shivers down my spine.

“I want to speak with Harry Styles” The deep masked voice said finally.

“I’m Harry” I asked cautiously. “What did you want to speak to me about?”

“....Emily looks very beautiful today. It would be a shame if something happened to her...”

My eyes shot a panicked look at Nick, hoping to find this to be some sort of joke, but he looked just as scared as I was. Anger started to bubble up in the pit of my stomach to join the fear that already occupied my core.

“What is this? Some sick joke?” I growled.

“You might want to recommend better security to her....”

The room was silent...The only noise coming from the sound of a dial tone...

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