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*I listened to Love Me Like You Do when I wrote this chapter and I nearly cried on the bus...*

Emily's POV:
I ran to my (Joe's) bedroom and stood in front of the wardrobe. I was only wearing my towel because I had just used Caspar's shower. On one half of the wardrobe was Joe's clothes and the rest were mine- the funny thing was - there wasn't much difference between our clothes! Joe is well known for his low scoop baggy teeshirts and let me tell you fangirls- his wardrobe is full of them.

I'm not much of a girly girl and my typical outfit usually consists of a loose plain white tee; a pair of TopShop high waisted skinny jeans and my black plimsoles, but for a special occasion- I have to dress up... Sad - isn't it! I turned around briskly and to look for my plimsoles but instead I bumped into Joe. Who was also wearing a towel... Around his waist. Very loosely... And the towel came down... Wait, so did mine... Crap. I panicked when I bumped into him and my hands flew into the air - releasing my towel.
"Oh my gosh- I'm so sorry!" We both yelled at the same time - attempting to retrieve our towels from the ground. Joe has a fiiineeee body... EMILY! Not your priority right now! Oh damn- that was one body part I WAS NOT MEANT TO SEE.

Joe's POV:
As I turned out of the bathroom- I bumped into Emily. And my towel fell; as did hers... In a mad frenzy trying to pick up my towel, I accidentally saw parts of Emily I wasn't meant to see...

We managed to pick up our towels and wrapped them around ourselves. There was a brief moment of silence but then Emily chuckled, then started laughing. I joined in, realising how stupid we were. We sat down on the bed laughing our heads off and rolled around in stitches. When we lifted our heads up off the bed we were dangerously close. I stared into her eyes and saw something. No, not an eyelash; emotion. All this time she had been putting on a brave face, but I could see the truth in her eyes. She has been pretending to be someone she isn't. I could see in her eyes that she is still the scared little Emily, emotional, fragile and could burst at any moment. She had managed to convince everyone after her fathers death that she was okay; when really, she was an emotional wreck.

As I was thinking about all this, I was leaning closer to her and Emily was too. I tilted my head slightly and brought my hand to her face as we kept coming closer together. A few seconds later I felt her lips on mine. They were soft and tasted faintly like cherries - unlike Olivia's that were a strong, badly applied, strawberry lipstick. As I kissed her, she kissed back and we stayed like that for a minute. Suddenly, Emily pulled away and said softly, "Joe, leave." I stayed put wondering what she was on about.
"Joe; leave, now." She said again firmly but you could hear the emotion behind it. I stood up and walked through the door wondering what caused the sudden change in her feelings.

Emily's POV:
What have I done? I thought as I sat by the door with a tear running down my cheek. I promised myself I'd never do this. Keep your emotions hidden and no-one has to know the truth. That's what I've always lived by. Well, that motto's gone out the window. Since Jack cheated on me, I refused to be that type of person. Besides the fact that I didn't actually cheat on anyone, I feel so guilty. I made Joe cheat on Olivia. I bet he's so angry now that I've destroyed his relationship with her. You're so stupid, Emily. I hate myself- one of the only mottos I live by has been destroyed through my own stupidity.

(Picture at start)
I reopened the wardrobe and took out a blue strapless dress with a row of diamonds on. Not exactly my style, but relatively pretty. I lightly curled my hair, pulling a bit back and placed a flower crown on top. I'm not a massive fan of makeup but I put a bit of my favourite Seventeen concealer on and then my daily eos lip balm. I put in gold flower studs and then painted my nails a pale purple. Once they had dried, I put my black plimsoles on, my white leather jacket and grabbed my GUESS clutch bag.

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hippychick21 xx

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