Saving Each Other

"I can't keep doing this Niall!" she screamed, as I held her firmly. I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing the damp strand out of my face, locking our gaze. "Em, please." I whispered, and I doubt she heard me over the thundering rain. It was killing me to see her like this. "I can't do this! I can't keep being the strong one!" she cried out. "I-If I have to be strong for you, how am I supposed to be strong for me Niall? How am I supposed to..to-" she struggled to find words, but all I heard was silence after that.
It was me. It was all me. The reason she was like this now. It wasn't because of her dad. It was me. my heart sank. I was killing the girl that I, now realized, loved. I loved her, and I was the reason she was broken. I wasn't going to push it away anymore. I wasn't going to hide from it. I loved her. I loved Emily Payne. And I was killing her.

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7. Great..I feel great..

 

Liam's POV 
"Emily, please!" I gripped her hands, pulling her into my chest as she fought me, kicking and throwing aimless punches.
"Let me go Liam! I H-Have t-to GO!!" she screamed at me. Her make up was running as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Her breathing was uneven and she was obviously having struggling to steady it as she fought towards the door. All the guys were watching me with worried eyes, trying their best to help, but not knowing how. "Calm down!" I begged her but she only shook her head, crying harder. Sage looked quite panicked, but I couldn't worry about her now, no matter how much I cared about her.

About two minutes ago, Em had received a text from one of her old friends, okay the only friend she had, Ida. Apparently, she informed Emily that dad had is in the hospital. We don't know how he got there, or what's wrong with him, but we know there was a gun involved. And things didn't sound good. Ida won't pick up her phone, and Emily was freaking out. Her face was bright red, she was flushed. "Dad needs...I-I need t-t-to get to...Let me-e g-g-go!" she sobbed. Eventually, she stopped fighting and just cried into my chest. I held her tightly and I heard Niall exhale, as if he were holding his breath all this time. "I-I-I ne-eed to g-g-go." she stuttered softly, gasping for her breath.  "So we'll go." I rubbed her back softly. I stroked her hair as she hiccuped content to just be held. I glanced at the guys worriedly, I mean, he was my dad too. "We'll go." I whispered and she stood still, letting tears silently run down her face.

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Emily's POV
I leaned against the window, tracing the raindrops with my fingertips, worry haunting me. What the hell was dad doing in the hospital? What happened. Why wouldn't Ida pick up? I felt a hand gently rub my leg and turned to see Louis, giving me an encouraging look. I forced a smile to my lips before turning back to the window. We were on the train at..10:22, apparently, and I was dying with concern. I was being accompanied by Louis and Niall, since Liam couldn't go, according to Simon. It was unfair. It was Liam's dad too, but Simon wouldn't hear it. He didn't want Liam to leave, and that was that. It was extremely stupid, and I still didn't fully understand why, but I wasn't in the mood to hear an explanation. I looked like a wreck. 

I had changed my dress into shorts, a layered shirt and a long coat, and honestly, I looked like a wreck. Sage had tried to wipe off the makeup, but I really didn't give a crap, so I looked like a hobo with serious problems.(I have NOTHING against hobos). Niall sat opposite me I looked up slightly to see his face. He was staring out the window as well, lost in thought. His hair was disheveled, and he hadn't even bothered to do much to his outfit, except his shirt which he'd traded for a hoodie, so people wouldn't recognize him. Louis h ad done the same. I gnawed on my fingernails, filled with anxiety. What'd you do this time dad?

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Niall's POV
I found myself gazing at her again as we sat in the hospital waiting room. Her lips quivered, she was threatening to cry again. My heart ached when I saw her like this. Her eyeliner was running, and another stray tear escaped. I felt horrible. I don't know why, but I did. Any bit of sadness that crossed that beautiful face of hers killed me. It killed me to see her like this. She was killing me. My eyes traced her outline and stopped at her wrists. What the.. Three white lines were faded into her wrists. Oh God..She..She cuts? I was about to ask her, but I heard her sniffle, and realized this wasn't the time.

We'd been here for about 2 hours now, and we'd heard not a word. Not a single bit of information from anyone. She sat there impatiently, her legs shaking.After what seemed like another hour or so, a doctor finally emerged from the long hallway. She popped up immediately, but the doctor had a sorrowful look on his face. Her tears began even before he spoke. "It doesn't look too great.." the doctor said slowly. Louis jumped up. "What do you mean 'It doesn't look too great'?" he demanded. The doctor cleared his throat. "There were several bullet wounds, two in the lower abdomen and the others near his heart and chest. He was found quite late. There's not much we can do." he spoke matter-of-factly, not a hint of emotion in his voice. I felt a pain in my chest as tears sprung from both our eyes. She shook her head, trying to shake the thought away. 

I felt my phone vibrate. It was Liam. Asking about Emily. Perfect. I slipped back into my pocket as she ran out the door, and into the pouring rain. I shook my head, biting my lip to keep from crying as I ran after to her. She kept running, her footsteps splashing on the streets. Freezing raindrops hammered down on us, stinging my skin.I caught up to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back, wiping water from my face. "Stop." Well, that was lame. She pulled away, weeping as she attempted to walk away. I spun her back, her hair hair clinging to my arms as the rain ran down our bodies. It was odd for me to see her like this. She was always the one that picked me up when I was crying. This was a total switch.

"I can't keep doing this Niall!" she screamed, as I held her firmly. I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing the damp strand out of my face, locking our gaze. "Em, please." I whispered, and I doubt she heard me over the thundering rain. It was killing me to see her like this. "I can't do this! I can't keep being the strong one!" she cried out. "I-If I have to be strong for you, how am I supposed to be strong for me Niall? How am I supposed to..to-" she struggled to find words, but all I heard was silence after that. 

It was me. It was all me. The reason she was like this now. It wasn't because of her dad. It was me. my heart sank. I was killing the girl that I, now realized, loved. I loved her, and I was the reason she was broken. I wasn't going to push it away anymore. I wasn't going to hide from it. I loved her. I loved Emily Payne. And I was killing her.

I tuned back into the world, the rain pounding on the sidewalk around us. My skin stung, but I didn't care. "I-I can't handle being alone Niall! If he's gone, that's it! Liam can't always be there for me. You're all part of a boy band that's pretty damn popular. You're always going to be busy! I WILL BE ALONE!" her breathing quickened, and she clutched her chest, looking down. She swayed to one side, gasping for air. "Emily?" I took a step closer, and she jerked away, stumbling. I caught her just as she fell, panicked look crossing her face. "Niall?" she mumbled, before her she lost all consciousness.

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Emily's POV
I woke up the next day on plain white sheets. My body felt heavy as I turned. I was in a room. Okay. A very pleasant room. There was a flat screen TV at my feet, a menu on my bedside table with a phone and a vase of flowers. There were two chairs against the ivy walls and a grand window with curtains that had been pulled aside. I heard chanting outside. Forcing myself up, I walked over to the window and looked down. There, I saw about 200 people screaming and clapping. I snatched the curtains closed and rolled my eyes. I was in a hotel. And it was known that the 1D boys were here. It was known quite well.

I opened the door to what looked like it leaded to the bathroom. Nope, it was an identical room. There on that bed was Niall, gently strumming his guitar. "You brought it?" I asked him. He jumped startled, glancing briefly at me before looking back down and resuming his playing. Confused, I sat down next to him. He moved aside. I frowned. "I talked to Liam last night. He's coming down today." He said. I stared at him, but he refused to look up. "Niall?"
"Do you know what happened last night?" he asked me, still avoiding my eyes, and I felt myself sink as I remembered dad. Tears brimmed as I thought about the doctor's news. I remember running out into the street, but that was it. "You had a panic attack. You collapsed on the street." his voice was shaky as I looked at him puzzled. 

"Something's wrong with you Emily." he muttered and I felt offense at his words.
"Nothing's wrong with me, Ni. It's happened before.." I recall having a panic attack twice before. It was horrible. Quite indescribable. Basically, I felt like I was about to die. "This has happened before?" he questioned, playing with the pegs on his guitar. I nodded slowly, and even though he wasn't looking at me, he saw it. "You need to see a doctor or something." he didn't bother to hide the worry and concern in his voice. I shook my head. "Niall, I'm-"
"You almost died." he cut me off, bringing his uninterrupted stare to meet mine. His blue eyes seemed empty. Haunted even. 

He looked back down. I was about to ask about Louis, but he spoke first. "You cut.." he breathed, his voice so soft. I felt pain. He knew. I hesitated. "I-I used to when..when I was younger.." I mumbled. He shook his head. “How stupid.” he muttered. Taken back, I frowned. “Stupid?”

“Do you know how completely stupid and dangerous that is!?” he shouted at me. He could shout, but he couldn't look me in the eyes while he did it. I took note of that, shutting my eyes. I didn't like being yelled at. He stared into my eyes.

“Do you still do-”

“No, Niall. I'm better now. I-”

“But do you have any idea where that could have led-”

“Niall, forget it! Why do you even care?”

“What do you mean 'Why do I care'? That's so-”

“You're not my brother, and you're not my dad, so why do you even give a-”

“Because I-”

“Because you what?”

“BECAUSE I....” His voice trailed off as we stared at each other.

 

I searched his eyes for something..anything. And then it hit me. Maybe..Maybe he did like me. The hope built up in me. Maybe he felt everything I felt. As I was about to react, though I hadn't the slightest idea how, the guitar slid off his lap and we both reached for it, so it wouldn't fall to the ground. He got to it first, but he turned faster than I got back up, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine.

 

Niall's POV

It was quick, light, only a few seconds, her fingers barely brushing my cheek. But it was enough. I felt my head swirling, her lips felt so right. We pulled away abruptly, both at the same time. I just kissed Emily..I just kissed Emily. We both had horrified looks on our faces, both shocked, both guilty. We both did the stupidest, best thing to do. We both burst out in laughter, forcing it with all our might, as if we didn't care. When we obviously did.

 

Just then the door flew open, and Louis bounced in. He smiled kindly when he saw me. “You're up. How are you feeling, love?” I glanced at Niall who coughed, telling me not to mention it. “Great..I feel great.” 

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