Forced to become Mrs Styles (A Harry Styles AU)

Chapter thirty nine.

Chapter thirty nine.

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EMMA’S POV:

This past week doesn’t even really feel like I’ve lived it, I don’t feel anything. It’s not just the good stuff I don’t feel it’s the bad stuff too.

I’m not sure if that’s good or not, I can’t decide whether I’d rather be numb or feel the pain, neither are my first choice. My first choice would be to be happy, to be with Harry.

I’ve spent the whole week with Ricky, we’ve been out to dinner a couple of times, watched movies and been shopping. Nothing special, nothing fun.

We haven’t slept together he keeps going on about how special it needs to be and how we need to find the right moment, all I want is to fuck someone maybe then I’ll feel something.

I haven’t seen Harry too much, well I have because we live together but we haven’t really spoken. It’s not that I’m mad or upset with him, I just don’t care anymore.

Right now I’m sat on the sofa alone, scrolling through tumblr on my laptop. Ricky is at work and Harry is out with his friends.

My phone starts ringing I check the caller ID it’s my Dad, he probably wants me to go for dinner or something I haven’t seen him in a while.

‘’Hey Dad’’ I say in my best fake happy voice, he doesn’t need to know how I am.

‘’Hi sweetheart’’ he mumbles his voice sounds weak and full of pain.

‘’Are you ok Dad?’’ I ask slightly concerned now.

‘’Ummm…I’m so sorry sweetheart… it’s your grandma she’s in hospital, it’s not good. They’re saying there isn’t much time left’’ he says I can hear his voice cracking, he’s crying now.

‘’I’ll be there right away’’ I tell him before hanging up.

I’m used to this, used to having something happen that most people would break over and being the only one holding it together.

Of course I’m sad, upset and worried but for some reason I just can’t really feel it, I can’t cry.

I jump up and run towards the closet desperately hunting for something to wear, I can’t find anything casual I end up grabbing some leggings and one of Harry’s many plaid shirts, I’ve worn this as an outfit before, back when we were happy.

I pull on some Vans and grab my handbag.

My phone buzzes again I look to see Dad has texted me,

You should probably bring Harry for support, I know your good friends. Plus it will make your grandma happy.

Dad xxxx

He’s right, this is just another act I have to do. I don’t mind, I don’t care at all.

I dial his number,

‘’Hey Em what’s up?’’ Harry answers simply.

‘’Can you meet me at the hospital?’’

‘’Why? What’s happened? Are you ok?’’ he asks his voice full of concern, why should he care?

‘’I’m fine, it’s my grandma she doesn’t have long left’’

‘’Oh god Em! Are you ok?’’ he asks

‘’I’m fine, just meet me yeah she’ll want you hear’’ I sigh before hanging up and climbing into the taxi.