Passion (15+)

When the 16 years old girl called Emily, decided to go for a trip to Brighton, UK, with three of her best friends, she didn't imagine running into a guy that would change her life completely.
Their plans had been; Partying, flirting, having one night stands, and just enjoy the life as a teenager, with no parents for the whole summer.
But when she met him at a festival one night, her life turned upside down, and nothing would ever be the same...
She fell head over heels in love with him, but didn't realise how bad it was until it was too late.
That's what happens when you fall in love with 19 years old, Zayn Malik.


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42. It's not supposed to hurt this way...

Emily's P.O.V:

 

I didn't remember that I had fallen asleep, but when I turned to look at the clock, that was hanging on the wall, over the archway into the kitchen, I sworn I could've had a heart attack. It was hard to see what the clock was showing through the darkness, but I could see a bit of it, 1:30am. A part of the room (where I had been lying, and not sat up) was lighted up by a little lamp, standing on the coffee table, beside the couch I was lying in, but when I sat up, and turned to look out of the glass doors and windows, that went from the floor to the ceiling, in the other side of the room, it was completely dark outside. Even the sky was clouded, cause no stars were blinking and no moon was there to shine. My head was aching, and my clothes felt nasty, some kind of mix of sweat and something that I couldn't explain. They didn't smell bad, just like I had been lying under a duvet or blanket for many days, one of the warm smells, clothes get when you sleep in them, many days in a strike. The house was silent, and the only sign of that I wasn't alone, was the cup of tea by my side, and a note that said, 

Hi Em.

We've went to sleep, you seemed tired, so we didn't want to wake you up, just to help you up in your own bed.

There's a cup of tea on the table, as you probably have noticed, it may be cold when you wake up, but don't worry, there's more in a thermo, on the kitchen desk, next to the fridge. If you get hungry there are some leftovers in the fridge, it's just some pizza that we ordered, I don't know if you find that tasty at the current moment, but try to eat something.

Harry is staying here for the night, and probably for tomorrow as well. We love you, remember that.

- Clara, Jennett, Harry and Olivia. 

 

It didn't take me long to realise that they had forced Olivia to sign it, but it didn't really bother me. I curled the paper in my hands, and sighed loudly... Then it hit me... Where was Zayn? Could it be that... That the terrible nightmare... had been true? I fast uncurled the paper, and read the text over and over again. Could it be? I bit my lip hard, and tried to hold back the tears, burning behind my eyes. I threw the paper on the coffee table, and threw myself back down in the couch, where I hid my face behind my hands, and let out the tears. First they started running silent down my cheeks, then I gasped, and then a sniff... After that I just couldn't hold it anymore. I started crying loudly, and sometimes I even let out a scream. How could he do this to me? Why did this happen to me? It wasn't fair. I fought not to shake so much, from the crying, but I couldn't. While I was lying there, crying my heart out, I could hear footsteps on the stairs, and then someone turned on the light in the living room. I didn't wanna look up, to see who was there, all I wanted was to hide away, and make this torturing heartache leave my body. "Em? Em... Schyy!" A pair of hands grabbed my shoulder, but I turned away, and hid my face in the pillow, that someone had placed under my head. "Em... Schyy, it's going to be fine, okay?" This time it wasn't Clara's voice that was talking, this voice was coming from a man or a boy, and it was clearly that it was Harry's voice. "Go away," I snapped, trying not to let them see how much it had hurt me, when Zayn had closed the door, and left me shattered to pieces on the cold floor. "You'll be oka-", "I am okay!" I cut Clara off, and slapped her hand away from me, while I kept on hiding my face in the pillow. She sighed, and stroke my hair. This time I didn't hiss at her or anything, I just simply broke even more. 

I didn't know for how long they stayed, but I knew that Jennett was there as well, I could hear her talk to the others. Like I mentioned, I had no clue about for how long they stayed beside me, but when I had stopped screamed and crying, they helped me up in a sitting position. I felt weak, and ashamed. Ashamed that someone could've been that important to me, and that I could be so hurt to watch them leave. Weak cause I had showed everyone how much Zayn was hurting me... 

 

Harry's P.O.V:

 

Her eyes were empty, as we handed her a cup of hot tea. She grabbed it, and turned to stare down in the bronze water, called tea, that was floating around in her cup. She just stared, stared down in the cup. I could hear that when she tried to breathe, she felt like choking. Clara was kneeling, just like I was, on the floor, in front of the couch, her hand was on my thigh, as she caressed it. None of us said a word, we just watched Emily, as she... she stared down in her cup, and a few teardrops fell from her eyes, and made circles in the tea.

I had never seen anyone as torn apart as she was at that moment... And it made me wanna cry. 

 

 

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