~ Summer Love ~

Emily bumps into a man of the past who leads her to the love of her life - however the traumatic events she's suffered before her summer holiday returns to haunt her.

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1. Running, again.

 

Emily's P.O.V:

 

"EMILY, GET BACK HERE NOW!", he screamed, practically deafening me, despite the distance between us. Blood ran from down my wrist, covering my hand. Tears streamed down my face as I ran, hoping this time to escape. I'd been practicing and doing a lot of running at the gym in school, hoping one day I'd out run him. I knew what would happen to me if he caught me again, I couldn't face that, I had to keep going. 10 minutes passed and I stopped, struggling for breath I stumbled forwards and fell to my knees with a cry. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing as I wiped my face with the torn sleeve of my thin top. 

"Hello?", a voice called from the other side of the shed. I had no idea where I was, I left all my things and ran for my life, escaping the monster that used to be my brother. I didn't answer the mysterious voice. I kept quiet, controlling my breaths and holding my tears back. "I know you're there, I heard you crying.. What's wrong?", the voice was male. He sounded concerned. He had no right to be, he didn't know me! "Leave me alone", was my reply. Simple, blunt and hopefully effective.

"My name's Niall, I come here sometimes to cry too..", He trailed off. Leaving me wanting to know more. "Why do you cry?", I questioned, expecting no answer, I rose to my feet, still hidden behind the shed. "Work. Friends. Family, you know, the usual." He sounded grim, I shifted forwards almost silently and peered around the corner to find him with his head in his hands, sat awkwardly on a small bench. He lifted his head and looked towards me, a huge smile grew on his face.

 

Niall's P.O.V:

 

She peered around the corner of the shed and I lifted my head to meet her gaze. She was beautiful, despite the torn shirt and blood smeared across her cheek. Her hair looked to be in a messy bun atop her head, minus a few loose strands. I realized I'd sat for a full minute just smiling at her. She must think I'm so weird. I opened my mouth to say hello, but instead the words "You're beautiful.." fell out before I could think. She just blushed, sure the lighting was rubbish, but the street light illuminated her face wonderfully. The loose strands of hair - almost in a coppery colour - framed her light skinned, rosy cheeked face. Her lips were full of colour, but I could tell she wore no make up.

After a few minutes of silence I stood and stepped towards her, holding out my hand. "I.. Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that.. Well I did, but not out loud." I cringed, kicking myself inwards. Why was I so stupid around girls with a beauty like hers? Saying that, had I ever seen a girl as stunning as she? And trust me I've seen a lot of girls. She laughed at what I'd said and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, damn! From all the years I've spent with girls saying nice things to me, I've never blushed like i did from hearing her laugh. 

"What's your name?", I asked, with genuine interest. "Uhm, Emily." was her response. She's stepped forward, I was just an arms length away from her and I longed to touch her. To stroke her arm, hold her hand, wipe away the blood on her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear. I didn't. I kept my hands where they were and she smiled at me. A smile that seemed genuine to a degree, but hid a lot of pain. And I saw that in her eyes. Her wonderful, bright eyes. I looked a littler closer, noticing one to be slightly darker than the other, and one more green. They were perfect. She was perfect.. 

 

 

 

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