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.


19. The knife

Niall's P.O.V

Suddently I realised something. I was so stupid, how couldn't I had thaught of it before? Before I went out in the hallway when I had met Merle I had put my knife in my backpocket. I was so suspicious, I always had a knife at my nightstand. I guess I took it for self defense but when Merle came I was paralyzed, couldn't move. Did he take it? I reached down my pocket, it wasn't really easy. He had tied my wrists together pretty tight. The ropes burned into my skin but I finally reached it. I took the knife out of my pocket and held it tight. I sighed and smiled. Everything was going to be okay. "Emma?" I said. She looked at me with hopeless eyes. "I have a knife, I grabbed it before Merle took me earlier." I whispered. He eyes widened. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "I'll try cutting my bindings of." "Hurry Niall, Dave can come any minute." She looked at the door. I grabbed the shaft of the knife and tried to aim for the ropes who tied my wrists together. I felt a sharp pain. "Ow!" I said. "What happened?" She said concerned. "I think I cut myself." He felt a warm liquid in my hand. "Be careful." She said. I cut again, this time I hit the rope. I felt the first rope loosen and break. The more I cut the looser the bindings became. I cut the last rope of and looked at my wrist, it wasn't that bad, not anything acute. I cut the ropes around my torso of and I cut the rope of my feet aswell. I stood up. It felt good, I was free. I went behind Emmas chair and cut her bindings of. She caressed her wrists. I cut the rope from her torso and feet she stood up, inches from me. We just stared into eachothers eyes. Her eyes were so pretty. I can't really describe them, It's like a mixture of green, blue and brown. It was different. But I loved them. I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. I felt her tears on my chest as she hugged me. I pulled away and grabbed her cheeks. I just looked into her eyes a few more seconds, I knew we didn't have much time, but I had to do this. I pressed my lips against hers. You know when people describe their first kiss with somebody they love? How sparkles come from their lips? How their bodys feel like they're gonna melt? Like they grab the other persons face and kisses them passionatly? Well that's how I felt, but even more powerful. My lips weren't only sparkles, they were like fireworks. My belly went crazy with butterflies. I thaught I was going to faint. Like I was dizzy from love. I slowly pulled away. "Wow." I said. "Yeah." She nodded. "Do you... do you think we should get out of here?" She looked at me. "Yeah, I think so, but how are we going to do it?" We looked around in the empty room. "We need to  create a distraction, something that makes them come in here and look after us. We can hide behind the door and stab them." I said. "Stab them?" She stopped and looked at me. "I'm not going to kill them..." Even though I really wanted to after all the shit.  "...just injure them so we can run away." She nodded. "Let's do it."

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