Lego House *Addicted Sequel*

*Sequel to Addicted*
It had been 3 years since Emily left Harry at the airport. She was strong again and more famous and more successful than ever. She had finally gotten over Jacques. Yes, she still mourned his death, but she was ready to love again. She was on her way back to London, a place that she could truly call her home. But what if the man that she loves doesn't want her? What if he has moved on? A week before Emily is set to go home, she find out that Harry was done waiting. She doesn't blame him. But she really didn't like the fact that she had to find out that Harry was back together with Taylor Swift through a magazine. Hearts will be broken, lies will be told, and harsh words will be said. But in the end, can you really leave behind the one that had you Addicted?
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4. Like I'm Made of Glass

 

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Chapter Three

            Emily danced around her room, singing along to the song playing from her iPod speakers. Ironically, it was an old Taylor Swift song

 

We are never ever, ever getting back together

No we are never ever, ever getting back together

You go talk to your friends talk to my friends talk to me

But we are never, ever, ever getting back together

 

Emily belted out the last note before taking a swig out of the tequila bottle just to realize that it was empty. Had she really finished the whole thing by herself? She shrugged and continued dancing as the next song came on, frowning when it turned out to be a slow song.

 

Nobody does it better

Makes me feel sad for the rest

Nobody does it half as good as you

Baby, you’re the best

 

As much as Emily loved Carly Simon, it was the last song she needed to hear at the time.

            “I need more fucking alcohol.” She muttered to herself, rushing to the pantry to look. When she reached the kitchen, she saw all the bottles lined up along the counter. Had she really drunk all of that in just 3 days? She swayed on her feet, looking at the bottles, and suddenly she felt the anger building inside of her. How had it come to this? There was no fucking way she was going to let Harry Styles get to her this way. She lunged at the bottles on the counter, picking them up, throwing them, shattering them, and hurling them around the kitchen.

            “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed, falling to the floor, the tears streaming down her face. Her heart hurt so much that she couldn’t even feel the shards of glass in her feet, arms, and hands, it was everywhere.

            “Emily?” She looked up, snapping out of her trance, to see Niall and Louis standing in front of her.

            “What?” She snapped, standing up, dusting the glass off her, “fuck.” She winced in pain as she felt the glass penetrating her skin.

            “Emily! Stay there, if you move anymore, it will cut deeper. Jesus, what the hell happened?” Louis was glad he still had his shoes on. There was blood all over the floor, and falling down her body. How had it come to this? As much as he loved Harry, he knew that he was going to have to put all of his time and energy into Emily, and getting her better. He bound through the glass, making his way to Emily. Her eyes were big and full of tears as she looked at him with fear in her eyes.

            “Alright babe, this is going to hurt a bit, but I’m going to need you to bear with me, okay?” He cooed softly at her, attempting to calm her.

            “I’m too drunk to feel it anyways.” Her words slurred together as she nodded her head. Louis knelt down, picking her up, cradling her body like he would a baby. She winced as the glass dug in deeper where his body applied pressure to hers.

            “Mate, she’s going to get a little bit cold.” Niall pointed out the fact that Emily was only in her bra and underwear. Louis sighed, placing her carefully on the couch as he took of his jacket, slipping it around her shoulders, zipping it up, and just like that, she was in his arms again.

            “Niall, you’re going to have to drive.” He expertly tossed Niall his keys. Niall just nodded, opening the door for them as Louis carried the small body towards the car. He slid into the back seat, still carrying her in his arms.

            “I’m sorry.” She whispered to him, her breath reeking of alcohol. He sighed, stroking her hair as the tears escaped her eyes.

            “You have nothing to be sorry about, love.” He looked into her eyes, making sure she knew that he meant every single word.

            “Louis? Can you sing to me?” She pleaded. She looked like a small child to him. He just nodded, and sang the first song that came to mind. But she only heard one line, and it echoed through her mind the rest of the way to the hospital.

 

After my blood is drowning in alcohol

 

            Louis held Emily’s hand as the doctor and nurses labored over her body in attempt to find every single shard of glass that littered her body.

            “Lou, it hurts.” She pouted. She was still incredibly drunk, and the doctors had told Niall and Louis that her blood alcohol level had been .20. They told them that they were lucky they got to her when they did, because if she had drunk anymore, she may have died. Louis fought back his own tears, feeling the need to be strong for her as the last pieces of glass were being plucked from her body.

            “She’s going to be alright. Some of the cuts were fairly deep, so they will need to be freshly bandaged every day. Are you her husband? Do you live with her?” Louis felt himself blush as the doctor asked if he was married to Emily.

            “No, she lives alone. But I can stay with her.” Louis managed to get out.

            “Mr. Tomlinson, Emily is suffering from a severe case of depression. I don’t believe that she tried to hurt herself here, but someone needs to keep an eye on her as much as possible. Do you know what the cause of this could be?” Louis heart stopped as he digested the news.

            “A broken heart. She just had her heart positively shattered.” He nodded at the doctor.

            “It’s not uncommon that a hard break up can cause such pain. Just keep an eye on her, alright?” The doctor moved to the door.

            “Wait, is there any way there we can treat this?” Louis was panicking. He didn’t know how to deal with someone who was depressed. He knew he would do his best for Emily, but he needed help.

            “I can’t prescribe the anti-depressants without her, but she’s resting right now, so we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?” And then he was gone. Louis sighed, sitting back down next to Emily’s bed. He took his hand in hers and kissed it, before falling into a deep but restless sleep.

 

            When Louis woke up Niall was there next to him, chewing on an apple.

            “She’s going to be okay, Lou.” Niall reassured his friend, even though he wasn’t so sure himself.

            “I really hope so, mate.” Louis couldn’t tear his eyes away from Emily’s face. The rest of her broken body was hidden beneath the sheets, but her face had gotten out of the incident completely untouched. As she slept she looked completely innocent, and beautiful. Louis knew that Harry went through a lot with Emily, but he couldn’t understand how he would leave her the way he did. All the boys knew that Harry didn’t mean the things that he said. He was still deeply in love with her, so they couldn’t understand why he had said all of those things.

            “Liam and Zayn are on their way. I called them this morning.” Niall noted.

            “And what about him?” Louis couldn’t even bring himself to say Harry’s name.

            “I didn’t call him. The boys agreed that Harry can find out on his own. Just like Emily found out about Taylor.” Niall grunted. They knew they shouldn’t be taking sides, but they were all so mad that Harry had said those things to her. The reason why Emily left in the first place was so that she could better herself for the sake of her relationship with Harry. If she had stayed Harry would have never been happy because he would always be second guessing himself, so Emily went away so when she came back, it would be like starting over as better people. But Harry was being completely selfish. He didn’t want to let her in because he was afraid, and he was being cold. None of them had the patience for his games.

            “Hey guys.” All the boys crowded around Emily’s bed as she woke up. They told her how much they cared, how much they loved her, how they would do anything to make her happy. But there was only one person she really wanted to hear all their words from.

 

            Harry sat in his room, staring at the television screen. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t feel. He watched as the images of Louis carrying Emily’s broken and bleeding body into the hospital, Niall following closely behind. He watched as pictures of the rest of the boys walking into the hospital floated over the screen. And last but not least, he watched as his own face appeared on the screen with a question mark blocking half of his face. Why had the boys kept this from him? He rewound the news, this time listening to the newscaster as she told him what had happened. She had a lethal blood alcohol level? Louis and Niall found her surrounded in glass and bleeding? And they were all blaming Harry, as somehow his harsh words had gotten out to the press. But to be honest, his reputation was the least of his worries. He wanted to know why the hell the lads who called him their best friend hadn’t told him.

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