Emma is a 17 year old girl who just moved to London. She hates it there, no one is talking to her. Her mum always supports her, but her dad.... well he's not so supportive. Her dad have been abusing her and her mom for seven years now, they thaught moving to London would change things but it haven't changed at all. Her life is a big mess until one day she meets a certain celebrity.


22. I can't leave him

Emma's P.O.V

A week had past, and nothing had happened. I never left his room. The beeps from the heartmonitor is what kept me alive. I never left his side. I sat there, holding his hand, stroking his head. The nurse had told me that he might be able to hear me. Everyday I spoke to him. Begging him to come back, but nothing had happened. My faith dropped. But I wouldn't stop believing. I needed him, now more than ever. Everyday, I cried myself to sleep. I knew that the boys were worried. I had barely eaten anything. Eleanor, Danielle and Perrie came to visit sometimes to. They were Niall's friends as much as anyone else in our little group. Niall's family had come, I told them who I was and they were fine with it. I hadn't spoken to anyone about Dave, not even Louis. I knew that he knew something was wrong, he kept asking me if I had something to tell. I didn't have the strengh to tell him. When I told them about Dave, I needed Niall by my side. I needed him to hold my hand and tell me that it was alright. But when I asked him something, he never responded. He was lost in unconsciousness. "Emma?" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked at the door and saw a concerned Louis. "Hi Louis." I gave him a fake smile. He layed his head on the doorframe. "Everything's alright?" I said. He sighed. "You tell me." He walked into the room, grabbed a chair and sat down beside me. He took my hand. I squeezed his. He looked at Niall. "How is he?" I sighed. "Nothing unusual. Same as now." I looked at Niall's face. "The bones are healing." "Oh that's good, right?" I looked at him and smiled. "Yeah." Louis sighed and looked down at the floor. "You need to get out Emma... this... I'm not sure this is healthy." "I can't Louis." " barely eat anymore, and you love food as much as Niall does." I looked down at floor. "But what if he wakes up and I'm not here?" "Emma... if... if he wakes up and your gone the doctor will call you right away... you will be here as fast as lightning." I giggled, but then turned sad again. "I can't leave him Louis." I rested my head against his shoulder. He put his head on mine. I closed my eyes and felt a tear on my cheek.

I heard a soft moan and opened my eyes. Louis was still there, asleep beside me. I looked at Niall. I could've swore that I'd heard something. Was it Niall that moaned? I lifted my head from Louis's shoulder and walked over to the bed. I took Nialls hand in mine. "Niall? Niall an you hear me? If you can, please give me a sign." I'd probably said that 50 times the past week. Nothing happened. I layed my head on the bed and metally slapped myself, of course he can't hear you. But I had heard something. Suddently I felt a little squeeze to my hand. My head shot and I looked at Niall. "Niall? Niall baby? Please, come back to me." He could hear me, I was sure. He squeezed my hand again. I looked at his face. I saw his eyelashes shake and his eyelids slowly open. He looked at his surroundings and then at me. "Niall!" I cried and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much." I said and pulled away. I looked into his eyes. His mouth opened, finally I could hear him speak again. I could hear the pain in his voice. "I'm sorry... do... do I know you?"

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