After my blood turns in to alcohol

Emma’s p.o.v

If this is the consequence of drinking, I’m never doing it again. My head was hurting so bad and the lights in my room only made it worse. After about a half hour I managed to crawl up from bed, only wearing a t-shirt and knickers, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. ‘’Oh for god's sake Emma, do you own any clothes?’’ Louis said annoyed and I saw Harry and Niall sitting next to him. ‘’Calvin's, nice’’ Niall said and I looked down on my Calvin Klein knickers. First of all, why are they always hanging out in our kitchen and second of all...I only have knickers and a t-shirt on. It took a second or two for me to react but when I did I turned around as fast as I could and ran up to my room. Mortified.

Louis’ p.o.v

‘’Lads Em just sent me a text’’ I laughed and read it ‘’you are literally the meanest fucking troll I've ever known. How dare you have people over not once but TWICE without telling me. Do you have any idea how humiliated I feel, you idiot?’’ the boys and I bursted out in laughs. Em was overreacting, as always. And besides, I was only messing with her. Frankly I don’t care if she walks around in knickers, preferably when I don’t have friends around though. But I guess it’s my fault since I didn’t tell her.

Emma’s p.o.v

After spending half of the day in bed hungover I felt really hungry. But neither Louis and I could cook, and our mum was still at work. Pizza seemed to be the best option. I grabbed my phone to text Louis, no way I was risking going back out there again.

To: Lou
Have ur stupid friends left?

From: Lou
Stupid? that wasn’t what you said about Harry last night

To: Lou
What do you mean?

From: Lou
You don’t remember? You were acting like you had a crush on Harry telling him you liked his curls, his eyes OH AND YOU TOLD HIM YOU THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE

To: Lou
Fuck my life. That’s it, i’ll have to change schools

I could hear Louis laugh all the way to his room and a couple of minutes later he knocked on my door and came in. ‘’Leave me alone to die’’ I said and put a pillow over my face. Louis jumped on the bed and took away the pillow. ‘’He knows you were drunk you don’t have to be embarrassed’’ he smirked, ‘’shut up Louis, you’re not the one who embarrassed yourself in front of one of the hottest guys in school’’ I blurted out but immediately regretted it when I saw the even bigger smirk on his face ‘’do you fancy Harry?’’ ‘’no’’ I quickly said and sat up. ‘’Don’t get defensive with me now, love’’ he teased ‘’so do you wanna order pizza and watch One Tree Hill?’’ he smiled, knowing that’s my kind of day ‘’you know me so well’’.


‘’Have you lot been inside all day?’’ mum asked as she walked through the front door later that evening. Louis and I were laying on the couch with our feet on the table. Good manners. ‘’Yeah mum, we have’’ Louis said and paused Netflix on the tv. ‘’So’’ she began and sat down beside us ‘’how was your first week?’’ ‘’like you care’’ I mumbled and got a look from Louis. ‘’It was great, made a lot of friends’’ Louis spoke up trying to cover my snarky comment. I couldn’t help it, being in my mums surroundings made me annoyed. This bitchy side of me just comes out. ‘’Okay Emmeline, it’s time we have a talk. What is up with you? You’ve been acting up for three weeks, if this is the new you I’m not digging it’’ mum said in a harsh tone, only making me even more annoyed ‘’don’t call me Emmeline’’ I growled, ‘’that is your name’’ she raised her eyebrows. ‘’If this is about the divorce again you have to let it go. You’re pissed at your dad and you’re taking it out on everyone else. This is about me not you’’. Oh this woman makes.me.furious. I quickly stood up ‘’it’s not only you that was abandoned. Me and Louis was too. And even though Louis doesn’t say shit I hear him crying at night, that’s right mum your kids are hurting too. News flash. So don’t you dare tell me to let it go, mum. Because it fucking hurts’’ I screamed but couldn’t hold it together with the last sentence. That’s something I really hate with myself, when I get really angry I cry. And I hate crying in front of people even if it’s family. ‘’Emmeline Tomlinson’’ my mum said and I could see the rage in her eyes, she stood up and all of a sudden she slapped me across the face. ‘’Mum’’ Louis stood up and I was just standing there for a second, shocked. Mum and dad had never laid a hand on us. Never. I quickly turned around and ran out of our house. With no shoes and no jacket.


I had been walking for what seemed like forever, I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t know Manchester, not like I knew Doncaster. My tears kept falling and I was freezing like hell. This October weather didn’t make it easy for me. Suddenly a car slowed down and drove in the pace I walked. Okay this is the night I’m being murdered. Keep walking Em, just keep walking. ‘’Is that you, baby Tommo?’’ a voice said and I snapped my head up to look. ‘’Harry?’’ I squeezed my eyes to see better, and sure it was him. ‘’What are you doing out here, is everything okay?’’ he sounded concerned ‘’yeah I’m fine’’ I let out a sniffle. He stopped the car and walked out to me, ‘’I mean I rarely see you with clothes on anyway but isn’t this a little bit too cold?’’ he joked and I let out a quiet laugh but it turned into another sniffle. ‘’Hey, what’s going on?’’ he reached out his hands cupping my cheeks and wiping away a few tears. ‘’You must be freezing, hold on’’ he took of his jacket and put it over my shoulders. If you would have asked me months from now, this was probably the moment I fell in love with Harry Styles. ‘’Do you want me to drive you home?’’ he asked but I just shook my head and got out a tiny ‘’I can’t go home’’ ‘’okay, but you can’t stay out here. You can follow to my place if you want to?’’ I raised my eyebrows and his eyes showed panic for a split second ''no, I mean...uhm I didn't mean it like that. My mum is home. I wouldn't...'' I laughed at his words, did Harry Styles really sound insecure? What in the world did he have to be insecure about? ''I get it, it's fine'' he gave me a slow nod and opened the passenger door.

''So are you gonna tell me why you're walking alone in Manchester this late crying?'' he asked after a few minutes of silence. I looked over at him studying his jawline and those curls that prevented me from seeing his eyes. ''Maybe one day I'll tell you'' he gave me a quick look that I couldn't read. ''Okay'' he answered me with a soft voice. I figured he would push me on the subject, but he didn't. Leaving me surprised. Harry pulled up beside what I guess was his house. I followed him to the door and I was so glad to walk in to a warm house. My clothes were wet from the rain and I was shivering. ‘’Mum I’m home’’ Harry yelled and after a few seconds woman with brown hair in her 30’s came out to the hallway, ‘’this is Emma, Louis’ sister’’ he introduced me and I have her a smile and shook her hand. ‘’I’m Anne, Harold’s mum. Oh dear you must be freezing, do you want to borrow some clothes? Harry grab her some of Gemma’s clothes’’ she smiled. ‘’Come on’’ Harry said and started walking up the stairs, ''thank you'' I offered Harry's mum a smile before following him to a bedroom upstairs.

‘’Gemma’s my sister, she’s at Uni. I’m sure something here will fit you’’ he went through some drawers and found a t-shirt, sweatpants and socks. ‘’Actually I think these are too big for you’’ he put the sweatpants back ‘’you can borrow mine instead’’ he said and I followed him to what I guess was his room. While he looked for sweatpants I checked out his room. It was a typical teenage boy’s room, messy and dark. But it wasn’t like nasty messy, more of an organized mess if that makes sense. ‘’Here you go, you can change in here. I’ll wait in the living room’’ he said and walked out and closed the door behind him.

When I had changed I went down to the living room where Harry was waiting. ‘’My mum made us hot chocolate’’ he nodded towards two cups on the table in front of him. ‘’How nice’’ I smiled and sat down beside him. I grabbed my cup ‘’so’’ I began, ‘’your real name is Harold?’’ ‘’yeah’’ he chuckled. ‘’My real name is Emmeline’’ I said when he didn’t say anything, silence made me nervous. ‘’That’s a pretty name’’ ‘’I hate it’’ I said and took a sip of the hot chocolate. ‘’That’s why nicknames are great’’ he smirked but soon got serious ‘’I know you don’t want to talk about it, but, your family don’t know where you are right? It looked like you left in a hurry’’ ‘’uh-huh’’ I didn’t meet his concerned look. ‘’Can I call Louis and tell him you’re here? I’m sure they are worried’’, I let out a snort ‘’my mum doesn’t give a crap where I am, and Louis probably hates me anyways’’ ‘’whatever happened, I’m sure they don’t hate you’’ he said and grabbed his phone. ‘’Hey Lou, yeah I know. She’s here. Long story. Sure’’ he handed me the phone ‘’he wants to talk to you’’ I shook my head ‘’I don’t want to talk to him if he’s gonna yell at me’’ Harry took the phone back to his ear ‘’you heard that? Uh-huh, he’s not gonna yell at you’’ he smiled and handed me the phone and this time I took it. ‘’Hello?’’ I said with a tiny voice, expecting to be yelled at after all. ‘’Are you okay?’’ he blurted out ‘’I’m gonna give you some space’’ Harry whispered and left the room. ‘’Uh-huh’’ I answered Louis as tears started to stream down my face once again. ‘’I can hear you’re not okay’’ he let out a sigh ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t stop her...I didn’t know what to do I got so shocked..’’ I couldn’t say anything, I just kept on crying. ‘’Can you please come home?’’ ‘’no’’ ‘’she’s not here, she left for work again. I can pick you up’’ he suggested ‘’Lou you only have a provisional licence, you can’t drive here by yourself’’ ‘’I’m coming to get ya’’.

Notes

Kind of abrupt ending but I needed to end it here otherwise it would be too long.

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