Save Me

Emma doesn't know what to do with her life anymore. Her brother, her best friend in the whole world, has just passed away from cancer and she's running from her own problems. She begins to drink, suffering hangovers almost every morning. Her life feels empty, until she meets a boy who throws her life into a quite unexpected loop. She finds herself falling in love, and learning that you always have to face your problems; but you never have to face them alone.

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6. Big Day

Harry's P.O.V

Shit. Shit. Shit. I stared at the TV screen, dumbfounded. I could've sworn that no one had even seen me. Of course I thought wrong, there were eyes on me all the time. No matter what I did or how hard I tried.

"Look I can explain," I began.

"Oh my God," I thought she was beginning to fangirl and my heart sort of dropped. I sort of thought she was the type that didn't really care, "What the hell is this?" My heart re-assembled itself, despite her anger. She wasn't fangirling after all.

"What do you mean?" I smiled.

"Do they think we're together or something? I mean, don't get me wrong, but I just met you last night. Do they do this to you all the time? Cause that would kind of suck," I nodded my head in agreement, it did suck.

I looked at her, concerned, "What if your mom sees?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, wouldn't she kind of be worried?"

"Probably not," She looked down at the ground as if I had just slapped her in the face.

"Is something wrong?"

"No," she shook it off looking at me again, "Except now everyone thinks I have some association with you,"

"And if they see you leaving my hotel room it would look extremley sketchy," I added.

"Holy shit," she whispered, grabbling her head. She turned and headed for the cupboards.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Do you have some advil or something?" She paused, "Actually no. Vodka. I need some alcohol. Do you have any?"

"What's with you and drinking?" I heard myself say. I wasn't even thinking about it. I totally didn't even mean it in an offensive way, but it was too late. She was heading twoards the door, screaming.

"Why do you care?" she asked, violently sliding on her shoes.

"I don't know," I answered. And I honestly didn't. I mean, of course I drank too and sometimes I had a little too much. But this beautiful girl sitting in front of me seemed to have a few more problems then she was letting on. I knew that if someone didn't stop her, no one would. Including herself. And something terrible would happen, "Where are you going?" I grabbed her forearm before she could leave. She looked up at me and stopped. A few moments of silence went by while I stared into her beautiful blue eyes, and too quickly she tore her gaze away.

"Too find something too drink," Emma admitted.

"No you're not, you're staying here with me," I commanded. She stopped and seemed to think about it for a while. I sighed with relief when she took off her shoes. She closed her eyes and started breathing in and out. I decided I wouldn't ask her what she was doing. It was probably some sort of stress reliever.

"Okay," She agreed, "But what do you want to do?"

"Well, we can't go outside," I pointed out, "And my concert tonight got cancelled. So I guess we could have a movie day?"

"That sounds nice," Emma smiled, looking relieved. She had a beautiful smile, her teeth were perfect and white.

She followed me back to the living space of my suite. We sat on the couch and i flipped through the channels.

"Oh my gosh, wait I love this movie!" She snatched the remote from my hands and flipped back two channels to Hercules, "I haven't seen it in years!" I watched as she giddily sang along to the songs and laughed because she had practically every line memorized, "Don't laugh at me!" She smiled, hitting me in the shoulder. We were sitting far enough away from each other so that we weren't touching, but close enough so that if we wanted too, we could be.

After a couple of minutes she turned to me, "So you really are famous aren't you?"

I was genuinley surprised she didn't know. Of course, I wasn't expecting everyone in the whole world to know who One Direction was, but she was about my age. 19, maybe 18? Most girls my age knew me and ran up to me every chance they got, screaming about how they loved me. "Yeah," I said plainly.

"For what?" Emma asked after a long pause. Her personality almost reminded me of my own. Quirky and curious.

"Singing," I laughed.

"Really? Will you sing me a song?"

I looked at the TV. Meg's big number was about to come up. It was the only song in the whole movie that I knew all the words too. I sang along and when I was finished, Emma was grinning from ear to ear. For some reason, it made me happy that she liked my singing. More happy than when I sang at a concert.

"Wow, you're really good," She clapped.

"Thank you, thank you! Please, no flash photography," She errupted into a fit of giggles at that, "I like your laugh, it's cute," I flirted. Might as well, we'd be in the same house all day long, maybe longer. Her face went completley red.

"Thanks," She surpressed another laugh.

"No problem," I said, scooting a little closer.

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