Im woken at 6am by Harry quietly singing next to me, he sounds like an angel.
“Morning sleepy head” he smiles but it almost instantly drops when I turn to face him, he looks as if he’s seen a monster and that’s what i am really. I rush to the mirror in Harry’s room and notice the swelling on my face has gone down a tad, but the bruising is worse. I grab the makeup from my bag and begin fixing my face. I start with liquid foundation, then concealer and go all over my bruises, then I set it with powder. You can still see the bruising but only if your looking really closely for it. I put on some mascara. I hate wearing makeup, it looks so bad when i do it, i look cake faced but it’s what has to be done.

Once I had finished my look, i looked at Harry. He smiled.
“Good job I can barely see it, I still prefer you without makeup though” he tells me honestly.
“me too” i say quietly as i pull my hair to cover my face more than usual.
I walk to the bathroom, pull on some blue skinny jeans, a white singlet and my mums old hoodie. The hoodie is black and it has a small symbol on the chest. I think its Umbro. It still smells like her, god i miss her so much. I hold my tears back as I don’t want to ruin my makeup. Then I walk back in to Harry with my head down. He gets up and gives me a big hug.
“Want to help me wake up the others?” he asks me with a devious smile.
“What do you have in mind?” i reply with the best evil smile I can do.

Harry told me his plan to tip water on all of there faces. So he gets two cups of water, one for Liam and one for Sophia. I fill up one cup for Niall. We tip toe into the front room, Niall is stretched out and snoring and Liam and Sophia are cuddled up. Harry looks at me and mouths ‘1, 2,3’
“NOW!” he yells, we tip the water and run into the bathroom, we lock the door but soon enough we hear footsteps run up and bang at the door.
“HARRY STYLES YOU GOT MY HAIR WET!” Sophia screams
“EMILY TRUNDLE YOU GOT MY HAIR WET” Niall mocks in a girly voice. The footsteps are heard again but this time getting further away so I’m guessing Sophia is chasing Niall. I bring my hair forward in front of my face before we open the door, the coast is clear. Harry high fives me and then puts his arm over my shoulder and squeezes me tightly.

—Nialls POV—

flash back*

I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink, Harry is gone from the couch so i decide to go and check on him. When i walk in my heart shatters.. there he is cuddled up with my beautiful Emily, How could he do that to me?

End of flash back **

I watch as Harry and Emily walk into the kitchen laughing, he has his arm over her. Emily looks beautiful but her makeup is already done and it looks quite cakey if you ask me. Not that you can really see because her hair is constantly in her face this morning. She's like Violet of off the incredibles.
“Harry can I speak to you for a second?” I ask, he looks at me slightly concerned but nods in agreement. We walk into the lounge and I begin.

“So you and Emily?” i say, each word is like a stab in my heart. It should be Emily and I.
“What?! Niall!” he chuckles, why is this so amusing. I know what I saw.
“Emily and I are just friends” he continues.
“Why were you cuddling last night?” I ask curiously
“They were comfortable friendly cuddles” He seems to be telling the truth but i know he isn't telling me everything. As long as they’re not a thing, I’m okay. It’s just Louis I need to watch out for.
“I’m sorry, of course you’re just friends, what am i even talking about” I start to chuckle. We both walk back into the kitchen. Every body is eating cereal or a bit of fruit except for Emily. Maybe she just isn't hungry.

— Emilys POV —

Soon enough everybody else was ready for school and we all hopped in to Harry’s car.
“Does anyone else drive? or just Harry?” i whisper to Sophia
“Niall and Liam both can!” She smiles, always so god damn chirpy. I smile at her. I’m sat in the back of the car, next to me is Sophia and Liam, Niall is in the passenger seat and obviously Harry is driving. I wonder what Niall’s car looks like.

I keep my head down as we drive into the school car park, Harry finds a parking spot and we all jump out of the car. I keep my head down and follow all of them, Harry and I have sport. They’re all talking about something I'm not familiar with. Suddenly i’m pulled back which seems to be happening a lot lately, I turn around and see that they’ve kept walking, they didn't notice i’m gone. I keep my head down but i know who it is. “Hi Louis” I say, getting bored of his antics, as every 5 minutes this seems to be happening. The bell goes and the hallway goes empty except for him and I.

“Why were you here last night?” he gets straight to the point.
“I told you, exploring” I say, still not looking at him.
He grabs my chin just as Harry did but a bit harsher.
“Look at me when you speak to me” he seems to be getting angry, he takes a step towards me and I take a step back only to hit a locker. I can see his lips moving but I cant hear any words, this all seems too familiar. His hand swings up to emphasise a point he’s making and i flinch. His face softens, i slide down the lockers and form a ball on the ground. Who knew I could be so.. pathetic. I look up to see him take a few steps away in shock, giving me just enough time to make a run for it. I run and I keep running. I pass my sport class and Harry screams my name but i keep running. I run until I reach my front door. As soon as I get inside i call to make sure no one is home.
“DAD?” i shout, but theres no answer. With that I fall the the ground and hug my knees. I don’t cry. I don’t even feel sad at the moment, i just feel useless. I hug my knees and think.

Eventually I make it up to my room, i wipe my makeup off and get into bed. It’s only about 11am but I fall asleep quite quickly anyway. I wake up at around 4pm to a knock at my window, “Harry” i smile to myself and open the window for him.
“What happened? Why did you skip school?” He asks
“Just tired” I half lie, I was really tired but Louis also freaked me out.
“Emily don’t lie to me, cmon” he says gently. A tear drops down my face but i’m quick to catch it.
“It’s just Louis” i say quietly and i look him in the eyes, “Don’t be mad, but sometimes i think he’s so nice and handsome and then this morning he snapped and he threw his hand while he was talking and i flinched, it just turned me into a pathetic, little ball of nothing on the ground” i let out a little laugh at the memory, unsure of how i feel about it. Harry sighed.
“Louis will hurt you Emily, I’m just trying to protect you but if you like him then of course I’ll support you. I just want you happy and healthy, if he scares you again I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of him though” I laugh and we share a nice silence for a minute or so, you know just the comfortable silences? They’re the best. Eventually Harry breaks the silence and asks me the question I’ve been dreading. “Who did that to your face, Emily” he says in a serious tone. I look down and as i’m about to answer i hear the front door open. My eyes go wide. “Harry hide!” I whisper and he jumps into my wardrobe.

“EMILYY!” I hear my dad shout, he’s drunk as usual.
He storms into my room “You haven't cleaned up the blood from last night yet” he says in an angry voice looking at my floor. I look down and don’t answer. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU” he yells the same words i heard from Louis earlier today. I look up at him and he laughs.
“I did that too you? Pretty nice work” He takes a step towards me and i lean back.
“If you don’t clean up the blood, we’ll go for round two yeah? stupid little slag. Im going out” He says as he unnecessarily pushes me onto the bed. I hear the front door slam. I sit up on my bed. “Harry?” I say. He peeks out of the closet and rushes to my side. “Did that answer your question?” i ask him and he nods his head.
“What have I done to deserve it?” I ask him as i begin to cry.
“No, No sweetie, It’s not you. I could smell the alcohol on him a mile off… Wheres your mum?” he asks me and the question breaks my heart. I wish i could go back. “Harry please leave” I say as I start to ball my eyes out. “Em i’m not leaving” he says hugging me tight.

— Harry’s POV —

It kills me to see her like this. When i was in the cupboard I just wanted to jump out and punch him but i know that will just get her in deeper trouble with him.

“Harry please leave” She asks me, she sounds so broken, so hopeless. The bruise on her face is making me want to cry. Such a nice innocent girl in the hand of evil. Why would I leave? I haven't heard anything about her mum yet. She picks up a teddy that has an eye missing and hugs it while rocking back and forth. Almost as if she is soothing it. “Whats your teddy’s name?” I ask her hoping to get some kind of back story. “Hunter” She replies slightly smiling now but you can still see in her eyes she is hurting. “What a cute name for a bear, where did you get him?” I ask, bad move. She starts balling her eyes out again.
“Harry i miss her so much” She cries, “Who!” i ask eagerly
“It was all my fault, he’s right, I should never have asked her to take me to the shop, it’s all my fault. She’d still be here” She's now emotionless suddenly she jumps up and wipes her face. She ties her hair in a high pony tail. “Lets go for a walk” she says, really chirpy all of a sudden.
“No, Emily sit down” i demand, she frowns but does as I say.
“Who Emily, Whats your fault” I ask looking deep into her sad blue eyes, but the rest of her face shows no emotion. She goes to a draw and hands me a photo of a young girl and a woman. “Thats me and my mum, on the day I got hunter, My 7th birthday” She’s smiling now, obviously thinking back on the memory. I smile at the photo of the happy little 7 year old Emily. Pretty even as a child. Is her mother dead? “What happened to her?” i ask.

— Emily’s POV —
“What happened to her?” Harry asks me, theres so much going through my head. I don't know if i’m laughing or crying or i feel nothing at all. I may as well tell him. He’s going to hate me as well, its all my fault.
“She died 10 months ago, We had been arguing all day. It was weird because we rarely argued. I asked if she could take me to the shop around 10 o’clock at night so we could get some chocolate. She was hesitant, as it was late, but she went for me because i wanted her too, I went with her obviously. On the way to the shop a drunk driver crashed into the side of us when he ran a red light… I didn't even get a scratch Harry, not a bump to the head, nothing… She died. It’s all my fault” I begin to cry again. Harry held me and assured me it wasn't anything to do with me. I try to tell myself everyday that it wasn’t, but my dad’s right. I’m worthless. I can feel myself slowly spiralling and I want to make it stop.

At around 8 pm Harry goes home, he offers me to come but i told him i have things to do. I have to clean up the blood which i do with in 10 minutes. Then i head for the shower. I wash my hair and shave my legs. The water feels so good washing the dried tears from my face. I rub my hands over my face and wince when i press on my bruise, I must remember to be more gentle going over it.

I’m done with being sad. I need to stop dwelling in the past. Once this bruise is off of my face I’m going to run away and never, ever come back. Which gives me a few days to plan. I get out of the shower, happy with my newly devised plan. I walk into my room to find Louis sitting on my bed.

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