Why do you hate me, What've I done?

Emily is a pretty normal sixteen year-old, she has short, red hair resembled to Hayley Williams', blue eyes, nice cheekbones. Other than she's an orphan; both her parents dead and she cuts. Emily just happens to fancy One Direction. She wins a contest to meet them, and she thinks it'll be like fanfictions and stories, they'll love her and become the best of friends and live happily ever after! No. But when the boys don't like her, how will she take it?

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38. </3 Tears...

Liam's P.O.V

No. This can't be happening! That girl that wanted my autograph? That was my tenth grade ex, Maddie. When Niall calls me and tells me what's happened, I lose it. I fall to the ground on my knees, my body shaking with sobs. I cry for a while, until I realize have to be there for her. The boys look at me confused, until Niall calls and tells them. Tears brimm their eyes, and Zayn's spill. We all run to my car and speed of to the hospital, Louis and Harry trying to comfort me while I pull at my hair and bawl.

This is all my fault. I shouldn't have pretended Maddie was just a fan to the boys. I shouldn't have let Emily go with her. I shouldn't of even dated either of them. Don't get me wrong, I love Emily with all my heart, but it kills me to have to say goodbye- for probably forever. As for Maddie, she cheated on me.

"Shh, Liam, it's alright. She'll be okay." Harry cooes, rubbing my back, letting the tears spill out his eyes.

"No it won't!" I shout. "It was my fucking fault Harry! That was my ex! I knew she'd pull something like that! I'm so stupid! So fucking stupid..." I snap, choking on the last part.

Harry just looks at me, pulling his arm back to him. We ride in silence for a long time(besides my muffled sobs) until we arrive. Before the car stops, I open the door and jump out. I run inside and say to a man at the desk, "Emily Jones! What room is she in?!"

"Room 132." He says without looking up from his computer. "But wait- she's still in surgery. Wait half an hour sir." I nod and sit down in the waiting room, shaking my leg impatiently.

When he tells me I can go, I run to the room, opening the door. I see her, eyes shut, lying on the bed with a hospital gown on. I rush over to her and drop to my knees, taking her hand in mine. "Emily" I whisper. I look at her neck. Oh god. The cut runs from her neck, to her right shoulder, down. It's stitched up, and I looks pretty bad. My tears fall on her hand for a long time. Soon enough, I notice Niall is in the room tallking to the boys about what happened.

But I don't hear him. I'm oblivious to everything besides the fact Emily is hurt. I grip her hand tight and place a light kiss on it. She is barely breathing. I feel awful. "Emily," I say, "I'm so s-sorry. This is all my f-fault. I love you E-Em. I'm sorry." I whisper the last part. After twenty minutes, a nurse asks us to leave. We get up, and sit outside the door in chairs. I've stopped crying but that's the only good thing. I talk to a doctor, and he says there is no telling how long it'll be before she wakes up; a week; a month; no telling. So I decide to break up with her, I'll leave her a note.

I take my time to write it, on a napkin from the cafe. I'm finnally finished by 7:00, and I stuff it beneath her pillow. I pull up a chair to her bed and take her hand in mine. I hold it close to my face until I slowly drift of with her; having awful nightmares of Maddie hurting Emily.

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