Now Or Never

Niall and Emma got along from the day they met. Both the same age, Niall being 6 months older than Emma. They’ve known each other since they were three. The two spent every day with each other. And by coincidence they were in the same classes. They were two peas in a pod, the best of friends, almost like siblings I guess you could say. Until one day everything went downhill. As they were both 8, Emma’s mother died. In addition, her father started drinking and smoking and eventually went into depression. Emma and her father had moved from Miami, Florida to Los Angeles, California. The two inseparable were torn apart.


2. The Past

Harry’s P.O.V.

I sprinted down the stairs not caring what I knocked off the walls. She sounded hurt. Quickly I grabbed my keys off the hook on the door and made my way to my car. I know I was going past the speed limit but honestly I don’t care right now. I just need to get to her.

Finally I arrived in her driveway and saw her standing there waiting for me. I noticed she was limping and got out to help her. Emma had some bags. I was going to say something when I saw a purple mark on her face. I grabbed her bags, put them into my trunk and picked her up bridal style. She seemed so weak at this moment.

We came to a stop where my flat was. “Em, what happened? Your cheek is red and why were you limping?” I questioned her with a worry coming out of my mouth. She didn’t say anything. “Babe, plese te-“ I started but she interrupted me, “Harry, please I’ll tell you inside.” Without hesitation I took her inside leaving her bags for later.

Once we got in I made her some tea Lou had bought a few days ago. Louis has been my roommate for about three years now. “So, what happened?”

“Harry, When I was 8 my mother died. She had an aortic aneurism. She got surgery on it but for some reason it came back without any signs and it just suddenly erupted…. Since then, my dad has been drinking and smoking. That continued on for three years when he went into depression. I was eleven then and he started abusing me. Breaking memories of my mother and thinking it was me. I started hiding them as there were fewer and fewer pieces of her left. He noticed and kept beating me. And well I’m 17 now and I’m tired of it Harry. I’m scared to go back.” Tears began building in her eyes and her voice started cracking.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know this.” I didn’t bother asking her why she didn’t tell me sooner. I engulfed her in a hug until she slowly fell asleep in my arms….. 

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