Something Great

Emma’s P.O.V. The lights on the bus would flicker every time the big vehicle would hit a bump, causing my head to slam lightly into the window. But I didn’t care, that was the last thought going on my mind. To be honest, nothing was really registering in my mind for the last 2 hours. All I know is I left as fast as I could, found the next bus and just go out of there. There were only a couple more stops until I would be back home and the buses would stop everywhere. But I didn’t even want to go home, I couldn’t. What would I say? I looked down at the white dress that had lost its beauty not from the now washed over mascara marks but the fact that he had given it to me. I wanted to so badly take the dress off and throw it off the bus and wait for another car to run over it. But likelihood of me getting home safe in just a bra and underwear were a slim chance to none. The bus made its last stop where I had to get off whether or not it was my actual stop. It was, but I wasn’t going home. My heels dangled in my hand and I watched as a car would drive by every so often. I checked my phone and looked at the messages from Harry and Coralie but didn’t have to desire to answer either of them. Worrying them wasn’t my plan, the strength in me was gone to do anything. Walking seemed harder as I took another step towards nowhere in particular. And just as suspected, the rain started to pour down as it usually did in London. As if my night could get any better. Finally, I found the effort to walk back to the apartment but I was surprised at how I wasn’t tired at all. My eyes had never felt so open, even after crying for that long, it was unbelievable. The apartment was dark and quiet but I didn’t worry about making any noise. I walked into the living room and looked at the fire and got an idea. I striped myself from the horrific dress and threw it into the fire, watching it burn and hoping that it would help take away most of the memories. As it started to turn from white to brown, tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes. “Emma?” Harry’s rusty voice asked through the dark. I didn’t budge, I just wanted him to know that I wanted to be alone and that he should just go back to bed. When he did, I felt relief wash over me. Facing him right now would have been the hardest thing to do. Harry’s P.O.V. It had been a whole week and I think I saw Emma for about 4 hours altogether. She would come home late at night (2 a.m.) and wake up at early (6 a.m.) and then leave the apartment again. I wish I knew what happened that night she came home and just sat in front of the fire like a ghost. In the middle of the night, when she does sleep with me, I try to wrap my arms around her but she’ll fight me. She’ll be in a deep sleep and then starts to freak out when I touch her. I had not a clue what to do or even say, she won’t even look at me. Coralie was at Niall’s so I decided to take the chance to ask her what was going on with Emma. Once she saw me come into Niall’s apartment, it looked like she was hiding something considering she tried to run out of there. “Coralie!” She stopped by the door. “You can’t do this to me, you need to tell me what’s going on with Emma.” I begged more than demanded. I was desperate at this point which is why Coralie walked back over to me and told me to sit down. “I’ll give you guys some time to talk,” Niall said leaving the apartment to give Coralie and me time alone. “Harry, I literally had to choke this out of Emma. You know how she is about sharing feelings, not very open. You’re the last person she wants to know what happened,” Coralie explained. This made my heart drop to my feet, for some reason I had a last hope that nothing really that bad happened. “She went to a party and Riley’s boss’ house only in hope to break up with him after. Anyway, when they got there she said that Riley got really drunk and after they went to a hotel…” Coralie trailed off, shaking her head in disbelief. I had an idea in my mind what happened but I wanted her to prove my thoughts wrong. “He raped her,” she sighed. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. “I could fucking kill that guy,” I spat. “This is why she didn’t want you to know, she didn’t want you to be disappointed in her or to get mad.” I could tell how uneven Coralie was now that she had spilled one of her best friend’s deepest darkest secrets but I couldn’t be on the outside loop any longer. “I really don’t think you should say anything, not to benefit me but I don’t think she’s ready to talk about it.” “How am I supposed to help?” I asked feeling horrible because I couldn’t even be there for her. “You’re not…” she shrugged. “She needs space or- I don’t even know. Do you know how bad I want to help her? But I don’t know what to say or do and it’s driving me insane. I concentrate knowing that she’s out every night getting drunk and driving around drunk and doing stupid stuff!” Coralie’s tears started flowing down her cheeks. I pulled her into a hug but wouldn’t let her off the hook for her last comment. “She’s driving around drunk?” I asked, trying to stay as calm as possible. Coralie bit her lip, knowing she had accidentally given up information no one else was supposed to know. “Its fine, I won’t tell her you said anything. And I won’t do anything too irrational,” I assured her. I sat home, waiting for her to come back and leave again and go out to get drunk only to risk her life. When she walked in, she grabbed her wallet and didn't even notice me sitting on the couch. And that was it, she left and I decided to follow her but discreetly. Where she went was a sketchy bar where there were just men from their 20s to 40s. I sat in the back booth where she wouldn't notice me. Emma got obliterated drunk and allowed some man in his 30s to take her to the back bathroom. This got me beyond mad, so I decided to take action and walked back there, ripped her out of his arms and ran out with her in my hold before a bar fight broke out. "HARRRRY," she slurred. "Stop!" She yelled pulling out of my grip. But before she could run away, I picked her up from behind and shoved her into the passenger seat of my car. It was for her own good, I wasn't going to just leave her there. When I got in on the driver's side, I locked the doors and put child lock on just in case she got any ideas. "I think I'm gonna be sick..." Emma held her stomach tight. "Please throw up out the wind-" but before I could even finish my sentence, she threw up all over the seat and herself. "You couldn't have thrown up out the window?" I slightly complained, having to remind myself the condition she was in. "That was on purpose," she said and making sure I knew she wanted it to make me mad. She's drunk, I thought to myself. She can't help it. My grip on the steering wheel became tighter, hoping she didn't pull anymore stupid stunts just because she was mad at me. Finally we got back to the apartment and I literally jumped out of the car to get away from the throw up smell. Emma almost fell out of the car when I opened up her door to get her. I tried my best to not touch the throw up that was scattered all over her clothing but in the end I gave up. The struggle of getting her into the house was unbelievable. I decided to stop playing around and became heartless for just now. "Harry!" Emma whined, I pushed her into the house and dragged her into the bathroom and started a bath. "What aree you doin?" She slurred, lazily leaning against the sink's cabinet. "You need to wash up and sober up," I said not being kind to her right now. I wasn't going to baby her because I needed to meet her half way. "But I don't wannnaaa..." Her face was pale and green and I knew she was going to throw up again. So I quickly knelt down to her level and leaned her over so she could throw up in the toilet. When she was done, I took off her shirt and her jeans and left on her bra and underwear. I scooped her up in my arms, forgetting the fact the that she had vomit all over her, that she was drunk, and the fact that she was giving me a hard time. All I could be thankful for is that she was in my arms and not Riley's. Placing her in the tub and turning off the water, I sat down next to her. Her eyes didn't leave mine for the rest of the time. I washed her hair and ran soap down her bruised body, probably from the men she had been allowing to take advantage of her. I didn't want to look at her because it just built up the worst amount of hatred inside of me. “I’m sorry,” she breathed. I noticed the tears forming in her eyes and so I pressed my hand against her red cheek. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong. Come on, let’s get you out.” She stumbled to get up but held onto my arm and I gave her a towel and left her alone to change into a large t-shirt of mine. I changed in my bedroom and got into my bed, waiting for her to come in. When she did, she walked slow and crooked due to still being a little drunk. Her body collapsed onto the bed and I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me. “You should probably get some sleep,” I advised. “I’m really tired, I could sleep for days.” Her eyes were trying to fight being closed but soon they gave up and I could feel her whole body loosen around me. I was happy she was sleeping, I wanted her to sleep for as long as she wanted without interruption. The only thing was that I was scared to close my eyes and leave her. I didn’t want to wake up in the morning and not find her next to me. My grip around her waist tightened only a little more and I pulled her closer to me. But too my surprise, she wiggled out of my grasp and turned her body to face me. “Trust me, okay?” She begged. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be right here. I just…I can’t…” she was referring to my arms around her and how it wasn’t making her feel comfortable. She didn’t have to say it, I just put the pieces together and so I respected her wish. Emma pulled herself closer to my face, placed a long kiss on my lips and then backed up leaving a large space between us. “Thank you,” she smiled, eyes still closed. Then she was out, gone for I don’t know long it would be. Emma’s P.O.V. I finally got my eyes to open to the bright light seeping through the white curtains. It was blinding almost. As if I had been sleeping for weeks instead of the 12 hours I did sleep. It was 2 p.m. and I was almost positive that Harry was up and about and doing but he was right there next to me. I knew it was because he was scared to leave my side, scared that I’d run off and do something drastic. But to be honest, all I needed was for him to save me from my downfall. I mean I knew he was always there but I felt like I needed the reminder. Very selfish but well needed in my eyes. I turned my body around to face his sleeping body. His hand was lying in the spot between us, as if he was ready to grab me in case I made a run for it. It was sweet, how he was being so cautious with me and I didn’t mind at all. I probably shouldn’t have woken him up because I wasn’t the only one up 24/7 for the past week. I knew Harry was up whenever I’d leave and come home, that’s just the kind of person he was. I was grateful to have someone that was like that. I picked up his hand and wrapped myself in his arms, making him stir in his sleep and finally he opened his eyes. He was in a confused state but when his arms squeezed around me, I knew he was aware that I was there and I was there for good. No more of this nonsense. “Good morning,” I whispered into his face. “Morning,” his raspy voice broke through the small space between our bodies. A smile aroused on his beautiful face and I could a smile form onto my lips.

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