seduce and destroy

didnt you calm my fears with a cheshire cat smile

Emily's POV:

I went from rags to riches in one day! my room was bigger than the tour bus, and it was beautifully designed with gold accents and a chandelier dangling over my king sized bed. my bedding was white and purple along with my head board and chair. the floors were marble, and there was a painting of my father in all his italian glory! i felt like a princess!

as if things couldn't be better, my father hired the boys to assist me, as in they are my assistants! life couldn't get any better!

i jump onto my bed, staring at the tall ceilings, when louis comes in with my tea. he's wearing an all black suit with an expensive watch on his wrist, and his hair is slicked back.

"why, hello." i smile, and he just rolls his eyes at me while he sets up my bedside table. "silent treatment? oh, that won't go well with my father..."

i didn't want to be rude, but he was rude first!

"what are you doing, emery?" he asked, his hands on his hips.

"well, you take orders from me now, don't you?"

"look, bitch, don't take this situation like you're royalty. this isn't that. at all." he slams the tray of tea down onto the table. "and you better not see my as one of your fucking servants."

jesus fuck that was hot, but it wasn't the time.

"louis, i thought we were friends"

"so did i." he adjusted his jacket. "but turns out everyone i trust just turns out to be a narcissistic asshole with no remorse for others."

"who else are you referring too?"

"oh, your little fucking boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend anymore." i sit up, hugging one of my throw pillows. "you and harry were like...friends?"

"harry isn't a badass like he thinks he is. i found the little asshole on the streets when he was just 16. he couldn't stop crying about his dead parents, but i toughened him up and kept him safe." louis huffed. "i'm the reason he's who he is today..." he looks down, adjusting his watch.

"oh," i wanted to defend him, but now i wasn't sure if i should. he was an asshole, he didn't have a heart like i thought he did. "it's not your fault, louis. it's nobody's fault except his own."

louis looks up to me and i can almost see the corner of his mouth twitch like he was trying to smile. "stay safe, emery."

sus but ok.

"it's emily." i smile, and he nods before walking out the door.

even with reuniting with my dad and becoming rich, my heart still felt empty💔. i missed my friends, i missed niall, and i even missed the two randos niall found at dunkin donuts. everything was so much simpler, but everything changed once i stayed at that motel with harry.

I was right, what i said to Louis. all of this is harrys fault. harry ruins everything, and i never wanted to see his face again. i hated him and i hated how i knew he was fine. he didn't care how much he hurt me. he didn't care how much he hurt anyone.

while i laid on my bed with this rage swirling inside of me and my soul like a storm, another person walked in.

and it was the man himself.

"em, i know you're mad at me..."

"don't you DARE call me em." i snap. "get out at once!"

"please, emily, please." he pleads, cautiously walking over to me. "listen."

"you broke my heart, and nothing you can do or say will repair it."

"emily, this isn't about that!" he raised his voice, scaring me. "you have to trust me."

"how can i trust you when everything we built our relationship on has been a lie?"

"emily...i didn't mean to hurt you."

"well, you did."

"i love you!"

"no you don't!" i throw a pillow at him, tears streaming down my face.

he sighs, holding the pillow into his arms. "your dad isn't who you think he is-"

"no, i don't know who you are!" i interrupt once again, and before i can even blink harry charges towards me, slapping one hand over my mouth and using the other to grip my shoulder and move me closer to him.

"you're going to listen to me." he seethes, and i nod, squeezing my eyes shut. i'm struggling to breathe. this was sooo hot. "your dad is a bad guy. he's going to make you join the mafia and you'll never be free again. you wont be able to survive this, emily. but i can help you escape. we can both escape together if you just shut up and listen."

he lets go of my mouth but only leans in closer.

"you're lying." my voice is uneven. "get out of here at once before i report you."

"emily, please don't do this. please, i know i've made mistakes in the past but you have to trust me on this."

"i'm not gonna say it again." i push him back. "get out."

"Emily, this is our last chance of freedom! cmon, deep down you know you love me." he pulls me in, kissing my tender lips. "say you love me."

"out." i point to the door, and i can see a tear fall down his face, and he slowly walks out.

he better have been lying.