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?


17. Faults.


*********A/N: Hello guys! It would be a great deal if you guys could all go to my other movella's and check them all out! I recently became a co-author to a novel that fascinates me. It is called Vampires Little Helper. PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT! Enjoy the chapter!*************

Alex's POV

I walked as fast as I could through the halls of the hospital, mom and dad trailing behind me. I needed to see my little sister. I needed to know that she was going to be okay. If she was going to live, I would too. If she died, I don't even want to think about what was going to happen. We walked into the waiting room to find 5 boys waiting, along with the one and only Simon Cowell. When I saw the head with messy curls, anger built up inside of me. This had to be his fault.Everything was his fault. The reason why my sister was so sad when she came home for Christmas, the reason why she had to go back to London, and probably the reason why she was here now, lying in a hospital bed, broken. 

"What the hell is he doing here?" I turned to my parents, pointing at Harry. My mom looked shocked, dad's eyes were just filled with sorrow. Emily had always been his little girl, he never wanted to admit that she had grown up. To him, this was probably like seeing his 2 year old daughter being taken away from him. Harry stood up, his eyes red, tears still falling down his face. I almost softened, but then I realized that he had nothing to be sad about. He had taken my sister's heart, the heart that she had guarded so carefully since the death of Jacques, and he had broken it into a million pieces. The Irish one stood up and made his way over to me and my family.

"Before you make any judgments, I think you need to let Harry explain. But I'm sorry about Emily, she means a lot to all of us. If you need anything, let us know." He nodded at me, and then went back to his seat, next to the one in stripes. I was seething, but I went up to Harry and nodded, signaling him to tell me his explanation. When he looked up at me, I could see it in his eyes. Although they were bloodshot, and still tear filled, I could see clearly the love for my sister in them.


Emily's POV


"I love you." I said to him, holding his hand. He kissed me on the head, gripping my hand tightly.

"Je t'aime." He whispered in my ear in his lovely french accent. Just then the doctor came into the room. 

"Hello Jacques." The doctor shook Jacques hand, and then turned to his parents, "Thank you all for coming in today. I have the results of Jacques blood work."  I could feel my heart speeding up. JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY! I wanted to yell at the doctor. His face looked grim, and we could all tell what the results were. 

"I'm sorry." The doctor pointed out. I heard Jacques mom let out a sob. Jacques pulled me towards him and brushed the tears out of my eyes. He was so strong. "I wish we could have caught it earlier." I heard his doctor say faintly in the background. This couldn't be happening. I needed Jacques. He couldn't have Leukemia. He couldn't be sick. I looked at him, his strong build, his head full of beautiful black hair, and his deep, vibrant green eyes. He was completely healthy. There was no way. I couldn't accept that there was a chance that I was going to lost my baby. Once the doctor had finished explaining the treatment that Jacques was going to have to do, we made our way back to Jacques house. 

"I am going to die before I have a chance to marry you. Before I can hold our child in my arms and call it mine. Before I can take you in my arms and be one with you." I shook my head. I would never accept it. 

"No! Don't talk like that Jacques. You.Will.Live. And we will move to London, get married, and start a family like we always promised." He looked into my eyes, smiling. He pressed his lips to mine. 

"And what if that doesn't happen." Tears rolled down his beautiful cheeks. I kissed them away. Don't cry, my baby, please don't. 

"It will. And you will become a lawyer, just like you want. You will make this world a better place, just like you've always dreamed."  He took my into his arms, lying us down. I pressed my head into his chest, like I had so many times before. but this time it felt different, like every moment meant so much more. 

"Emily, they said I might not beat it." I could feel his voice rumbling in his chest against my face. 

"But promise me that you will try, Jacques. Because I don't know what I'm going to do without my best friend."

"I promise you that whether I'm here, or somewhere up in the stars, that I will always love you, Emily. Always." I nodded into his chest, knowing that he's never said anything truer in his life. I nodded into him, clasping his hand into mine. 

"Always." I echoed his words before falling asleep in his strong arms.

I fell out of my dream, but I couldn't open my eyes. I wanted to scream, but no sound would come out. And then I remembered it, I was going to go to Harry, the lights coming at me, the honking of horns. Was I dead? I heard a faint beeping noise in the background. Where am I? 

Alex's POV

The staff finally let me and my parents in to see Emily. She looked so small in her hospital gown, tubes coming out of her arms, lying in the small hospital bed. The last time we had been in a hospital together it was because I had taken my life, and now here she was, fighting for hers. I felt selfish. If I could give her my life, I would. I sat down beside her, taking her hand in mine, pressing my lips to the back of her hand. 

"Emily, come back to me. Please, I need you." There was nothing. Her hand lay limp in mine. I squeezed it tighter.

"Emz, please, I need you. Remember when I promised to live for you? It's your turn to promise me." I waited. I looked at her pale face, still waiting. Oh.My.God.

"MOM! DAD! GET SOMEONE! SHE'S SQUEEZING MY HAND!' Her eyes were fluttering open. She was struggling. 

Emily's POV

I could feel myself pushing out of the darkness. I opened my eyes. It was so bright. I had to keep opening and closing them to adjust to the light. There was a face hovering above me. Was I in heaven?

"Jacques?" I reached out.

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