A Vlogger's Love Story

After I stormed out of the room, Dasha didn't even try to talk to me. Liam came into my room though and we continued to hang out, we decided we should make the video about accents that we never ended up doing. We finished making the video an hour ago and Liam was watching me edit because he found it interesting."Wow, this a lot more complicated than it seems."

"Really? I think it's balls of fun." Liam laughed at my sarcasm. Suddenly I hear Justin Timberlake's Carry Out and Liam picks up his phone.

"Hello? Oh I'm just with Emily. No Harry I'm just watching her edit, we're just friends. Yah, I'll be there in a second. Bye." I could hear Harry on the other side of the phone and he does't sound that happy.

"Was that Harry? Why does he still sound angry at you?" I questioned Liam, he
looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"You don't remember what happened last week?" Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrow, Harry said he was already over me. Why would he be mad?

"He said he was over me, why would he be mad at you?" Liam got up from his chair and looked at me with a confused look.

"Why would he say that? Oh whatever, sorry Emily I gotta go to the studio. Talk to you later." He then left my apartment and I decided to forget our conversation because I can't edit and think at the same time.

An hour later , without warning Dasha burst through my door and starts pacing.

"I've been trying to figure out why you're mad at me for like three hours but I don't understand." I turned toward her with my eyes half closed because I've been editing for a long time and my brain was in slow motion.

"Well obviously you did nothing wrong, my bad. Can we talk later?" I turned back toward my computer but Dasha wasn't having it.

"No, we talk now Em!" I sighed at her stubbornness and prepared to spill out all I've been keeping in.

"You know how I go through friends quickly because they never seem to care about me. I would try my best to just show that I care. But they wouldn't show one ounce of thought to me and it hurts. I've always had to deal with this for some reason, my friends, my family. You know my mom or my dad haven't called me once since I moved to L.A. It took me going back home for them to even realize I was gone. I've always felt I cared more than you do, which isn't a big deal, but now I feel like the only thing important to you is nutella and Louis. Which is perfectly fine but I'm the one who brought you here and for some reason I've had a lot of shit thrown at me lately and I've had almost no one to talk to. At least Liam's there for me."

Dasha didn't even pause before talking to even think about what I said.

"Didn't Liam try to sleep with you? What kind of friend is that? And I do care , I" I tuned out her excuses and waited for her to stop talking. It's like this every time. I don't want to be angry towards her anymore so I'll just repeat the same thing I say every time. I waited till she finished talking and put on an extremely fake smile.

"Dasha, I'm so sorry. You're right. I just have been my anger towards everything else towards you. I'm going to go to bed now." I hugged her quickly and practically pushed her out of my room. I sat on the floor and felt a tear fall from my eye. I'm not sad, I'm just frustrated. Every time I try to confront someone they either blame me back or give excuses. I'm fucking sick of it.
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I woke up the next morning feeling a little crappy, but I was going to the dance studio to film my next choreography which was exciting. I jumped out of bed and threw off my pyjamas and put on the dance studios sweat pants and a sweater with the rolling stone's signature logo. I also put on some foundation and straightened my now blonde and pink hair. I put my side bangs up with a pin and slipped on a beanie. I then went into the kitchen and sighed of relief to see Dasha wasn't there, for some reason I just couldn't handle her presence right now.

Just to make sure I would have a studio I called Maureen.

"Hello?"

"Hey Maureen! It's Emily! I was wondering if I could use a studio to film some choreography for the next two hours."

"Hello Mrs. Hamilton! and yes studio 17 is open for the next three hours so you're welcome to use it." I definitely have gotten on Maureen's good side because my presence at her studio has gotten a lot of students. She still calls me Mrs.Hamilton though which makes me feel old.

We said our goodbyes and hung up. I then opened up the twitter app to see I had two direct messages.

Jenna Mourey: Hey Ems, it's Jenna! Remembered when you promised me to dm me when you got to L.A so we can make a video? Well you didn't ya bitch! haha, I'm sure you're just busy but I want to make a fucking video! :)

I totally forgot about Jenna! We met at vidcon and hit it off instantly. I guess with everything that's happened, I've forgotten to get a hold of her. I dm'ed her back my number and to call me when she gets it. I then looked at the next direct message and gave a little smile.

Ian Eastwood : hey :) I heard you're in Cali. We should do some choreography together. it definitely would be nice to see you again :) I'm free today so if you plan on going to the L.A studio I could meet you there.

Ian is seriously awesome. He's a dancer on youtube. It's so nice dancing with him because we dance the same way. I dm'ed him back saying I was going to the studio for the next two hours so if he could make it, I'll teach him the choreography and we could make a video.

I suddenly heard Dasha's door opening so I practically ran out of the apartment and went on my way towards the studio.

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I got into the studio and plugged in my iPod. Ian dm'ed me his number and said he would be at the studio any minute. I decided to practice my choreography, I began scrolling through my songs when I landed on Thinkin' Bout You by Frank Ocean. I love Frank Ocean and this song gives me goosebumps. I started dancing to the song and closed my eyes. When I was done dancing I turned off the music and heard clapping from behind me.

"Wow! I get to dance that?" I realized it was Ian and ran at him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in for a hug.

"IAN! I'm so excited to have a dance buddy!" He laughed and hugged me back.

"Well let's do this thing!"

We spent the next two hours learning the choreography and filming. It felt good to dance with someone, especially Ian. I couldn't help but ogle him every time he danced. He was just so amazing. I was turning on my camera to film it again when I got a text from Harry.

Harry: Hey, you tweeted you were at the dance studio. We finished at the music studio so do you want to come have lunch with me and the boys?

I was actually really hungry because I ran out of the apartment to avoid Dasha and missed breakfast. I texted Harry saying I would love to and he replied saying to be out of the studio in 20 minutes. I turned to Ian who was waiting for me to play the music.

"I have to go in 20, can we film like two more times then call it a day?" He nodded and smiled and I started playing the music again. After fifteen minutes, we started doing our second try. We started dancing, but we didn't realize how close to each other we were dancing and he fell on top of me. We started laughing but then Ian looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't look away, he started to lean in then….my phone started ringing. I was kind of relieved because I didn't want Ian to just be the person to forget about Harry but I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I picked up my phone and put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey love! It's Harry we're in the parking lot!" I turned to Ian to see he was also on the phone. I signalled that I was leaving, grabbed my stuff and went outside. I realized that I didn't know what Harry's car looked like so I started to look around. Before I could find it, I was turned around by someone. I realized it was Ian and gave him a questioning look.

"Somebody interrupted us before.." Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine. He had really soft lips so it felt amazeballs. Did I just say amazeballs in my mind? The kiss was short because Ian ran back into the studio before I could process what just happened.
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Harry's P.O.V

"Hey love! It's Harry we're in the parking lot!" I told Emily happily, excited to see her. Two minutes later she was out the door. She started looking for the car when some guy turned her around. He said something and then suddenly he was kissing her. I started to squeeze the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white. Jealousy ran through me when I realized winning her back would be harder then I thought.