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.


7. Owen

Emma's P.O.V

"So, why are you in New York? Harry asked, scooting closer. So that's where I was. How had I not noticed? Had I gone through Time Square? I was probably too drunk off my ass too notice. I shook me head.

"I don't know,"

"What do you mean?" he asked confused.

"Well it's not that easy," I protested.

"I've got all day," Harry reassured. I felt exhausted. I knew I needed to talk to someone about it. Even if I barley even knew them. I was ashamed of what I had done after Owen's death, and everything I was doing. Something about Harry told me that he could keep a sercet, even if he did tell someone, what would it matter? I closed my eyes and began taking deep breaths. I counted to ten, something my therapist had taught me to do. Or at least, my old therapist, the one I had before I ran away.

"I guess it started the day I got home from school and Owen was sitting on the couch. Owen was my brother, and honestly he was one of the best brothers in the whole entire world. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he couldn't remember how to get home from school that day and his friend had to drive him. At first I was confused because Owen drove that route everyday. As the weeks went on it just kept getting worse and worse until finally my mom took him to the doctor. They found tumors all over his brain," I paused and shut my eyes again, breathing in and out, counting to ten, "He came home after he found out and sat me down on the couch. My mom had come in the house bawling and shut herself in her room, so I knew something was wrong," I felt Harry wrap his arms around me and putting me in his lap, but I didn't open my eyes, "He told me that everything would be okay and that they could probably take them out and everything would be like normal again. I believed him too, but I think deep down, we both knew," I trailed off for a moment and came back, "I went to the hospital with him when he did Chemo and Radiation. When they told me he only had a coupld months too live, I didn't even cry. I knew I had to be strong for him. They kept him in the hospital for one month. One day I was sitting in the chair next to his bed, starting to drift off to sleep when he started tapping me on the shoulder. 'Em' he said 'Em I want to tell you something'" For this next part I knew I was going to have to sum up all my strength. I closed my eyes even tighter and breathed in, this time counting to twenty, "He started telling me how great of a sister I was and how much he was going to miss me. He even told me he was going to watch over me in Heaven. I tried to tell him to stop and that he didn't need to be talking like that but he wouldn't stop. He told me all about how he wanted me to go to some smart-ass college and get a degree in some smart-ass field like that smart-ass kid I was," I laughed because those were almost his exact words, "And then the next night the doctor shook me awake and told me it was time to say goodbye. I grabbed his hand and he just smiled at me and closed his eyes. He tole me he loved me and I said it back. My parents weren't even there, they were on some stupid lawyer trip," I felt my voice rising as I was for the first time, verbally expressing my anger twoards them, "They called, like, once. One time. The ass holes. I went home that night and called all his friends over, we cried together. At least they had come to the hospital when he needed them. His own parents, Harry, his own parents didn't even come to see him on his death bed," I exploded into tears. Harry hugged me tight. I nustled my head into his neck and continued, no matter how muffled the sound, "So when the funeral was over, which they actually showed up for, they just never stopped working. They were constantly gone and I was trying to keep it together. One night I said 'To Hell with it' and opened a bottle of Tequila. It burned my throat and I felt numb, it was the first time in a while I had felt anything, and I liked it. I packed my bags full of clothes, grabbed a ton of cash, stashed some more alcohol in the bags, and hopped into my Range Rover and drove off," I sniffed and looked up at Harry, "And here we are," I laughed, "So I guess that's why I didn't know who you were, I was too busy in hospital rooms and taking the place of my parents that I guess I never even turned on the TV or radio,"

"Emma I am so sorry," Harry began, but I stopped him.

"It's okay Harry, really. I've heard enough apologies too last a lifetime," And for the first time in a while, after thinking about Owen, I wasnt craving alcohol. I just wanted to stay in Harry's arms.

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