Addicted [Completed]

18 year old Emily was always an ambitious girl. With long brown hair, deep brown eyes, she could have cruised through life with her good looks, but instead she pushed herself further and accomplished all that she wanted. She never felt the need to have a man in her life, but when she meets Harry Styles, all if that changes. Her life becomes a roller coaster ride that won't end. Harry brings her hate, and he brings her love. But when one of his fellow band mates falls for her too, will it all change?


5. A Promise I Would Have To Keep

Emily's POV

It was a long plane ride to Vancouver, and I couldn't sleep. My head was still reeling from the events of that night mixed with the alcohol that was still in my system. Every time I would start to doze off, I would feel the light brush of Harry's hair on my cheek, his strong arms wrapping themselves around my waist. It was quite distracting. I could get the image of his eyes out of my head, it's like with one glance, Harry Styles had completely and totally captured my heart. As the plane landed I turned my phone back on. Immediately I received a couple texts. My heart warmed as I read the last one.

"I know I should have come with you. I had a fantastic night, Emily. Call me when you're back xx" Harry Styles was going to be the death of me. I shook my head, conflicted. I wanted to lie in his arms and stare into his eyes for the rest of my life, but at the same time, I knew that I had to focus on my clothing line, and last but not least, keeping the memory of my Jacques alive. I walked out of customs, clearly looking very tired. It was night time in Vancouver by the time I arrived. Late night. I got my wallet ready so I could grab a cab and head straight home. But as I walked out into the lobby, something-no, someone- caught my eyes. 

"Paul?" I threw my arms around him. He had been Jacques best guy friend. He hugged me back and I rested all of my weight on his body. I didn't have the energy to do this anymore. He stroked my back and let my cry into his chest. 

"Come on," He mumbled into my hair, "I'll take you to the hospital." 

"Now?" It was 2 am, and he was taking me to the hospital now? All I really wanted to do was sleep.

"Yes, now." He draped his arm over my shoulders and led me to the parking lot. As we stepped outside, the cold Vancouver air filled my lungs. It was mid November and of course, raining. When we got into his big, black SUV, I leaned my head against the cold, hard, glass. I guess I didn't realize it but I fell asleep. Finally. 

"Emily, wake up." My eyes fluttered open and I looked around me. All the walls were white. Wait, how did I get here? Paul just smiled at me, his blue eyes sparkling at me. I had never really noticed how handsome Paul was, I guess I was always so blinded by Jacques. But everyone was in love with Jacques and his French charm. But Paul had always been quite a flirt, I guess I just never noticed because I was always with Jacques. But with his gleaming blue eyes, strong jawline, plump lips, and golden blonde hair, it was easy to tell why all the ladies loved him. Except for me, because looking in his eyes just reminded me of Jacques. And Harry. Damn, I needed to sort myself out. 

"I carried you in from the car. You were sound asleep, I thought I'd let your rest a little bit longer while I talked to the nurses. Since you're family, you're allowed in." Paul smiled at me again. I just nodded and thanked him as he told me the room number. Room 243. As I made my way to the room, I suddenly got very nervous. That was my older brother in there. He was my best friend. When my parents were hard on him, he was there to defend me. When Jacques...passed...My brother was there to help me pick up the pieces and put my life back together again. But here he was, lying broken in a hospital bed. What happened to him? Before I left for London, two years ago, I knew he was having problems, but he told me not to worry and that he'd be fine. I never suspected he'd ever try and take his own life. And leave mine. 

Alex's POV

I woke up and there was a girl standing in my doorway. Her long brown hair was falling over her shoulders and she was silently crying. 

"You can come in, you know." My voice was raw and my throat dry. She nodded and slowly made her way to the chair beside my bed. She took my hand and kissed it. I felt warm again. Like maybe I could pull through this all. She lightly turned my hand over to take a look at the bandages on my wrist. Red was soaking through them. 

"I need you, Al. I need my brother. Don't you ever scare me like this again, promise?" I pulled my hand away and pushed her hair out of her eyes. 

"I promise." And looking into those sad brown eyes, I knew it was a promise I would have to keep. 

Emily's POV

I woke up to someone knocking on the door. Please let this all be a dream, I thought to myself. But when I opened my eyes, there I was lying in my childhood bedroom. 

"Emily, love." It was my mom. Wow, I had missed her so much and I never even realized it. I jumped up, maybe a little too quick because my head started spinning, but she caught me in her arms and pulled me into a big hug. I remembered these hugs. I needed these hugs. These were the hugs that cured my 13 year old heart when some guy who I thought was forever broke my heart. These were the hugs that gave me the strength and the courage to go on. I hope my hug did the same for her, because dealing with the problems of my brother were going to be a lot to handle. 

"I'll stay for as long as you need, mom. Whatever you need." I smiled at her as a tear fell down her cheek. 

"No need for that, hunny. Paul is downstairs. He slept over last night after he brought you home. He's quite a looker, isn't he?" That was my mom, always trying to set me up with someone. 

"You think so? Maybe you should go for it mom." I winked at her and nudged her in the side, but we both knew that my dad was the only on in her eyes. Although they sucked at showing it, my parents needed each other. They were each others best friends. Too bad the one person I had that with was gone.

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