Protective or Obsessive

Emily's in the war zone. Parents murdered, forbidden of friends and one heck of a protective body guard... Well more like obsessive. After the tragic, mysterious murder of Emily's parents, her high up, powerful Sergeant of an uncle, assigns Zayn Malik - top soldier of the military - too become her own personal body guard. Facing the troubles of those unnamed that killed her parents and a mysterious new stranger that seams to be linked into a lot of things. Emily is also faced with the unfortunate, difficult task of trying not too fall for this hot, well build body guard of hers.


3. Starting a new life

They say too bury two people together is the most romantic thing they could share. That if they die together, they should be able to rest together. That's what I thought my parents would of wanted.

So here we are. Funeral day. I haven't said a word. And know one has tried to say anything either. My skins as cold as ice and I can assure you I'm as pale as a sick women. Surprisingly, I haven't shed a tear... Not yet anyway. I'm terrified... I'm afraid that if I start to cry, i'll never be able to stop and that's something I know right now, that my parents wouldn't of wanted. Im trying to be selfless. Anything to complete my parents wishes.

But the more sympathetic looks I get and the more people that say 'I'm sorry for your loss' Im beginning to think I won't last much longer. I'm standing by the dug out grave next to my uncle who stands up straight without a flaw. His golden medals shine bright on his uniform and I can't even bare to look at him. Even on this day. This special day that will only happen once, he wouldn't wear a suit. He stands in his army green uniform that looks like it had be ironed whilst he was wearing it.

And so as the day goes on, I find a tear rolling down my cheek every few seconds. That lasts for the next two hours. The only thing that actually manages to stop me crying is when it's finally over. The coffins now sit under the ground with the dirt shovelled back on too. And a small concrete slap sits on top with simply their names, the date of which thy died and the thing that breaks my heart most.

'Parents of Emily Harris Carrillo and friends of many'.

My uncle lets out a soft sigh and for once, his posture slouches. He places a gentle hand on my shoulder and gently rubs his thumb across it.

"It will get better Emily, I promise" he says softly giving my shoulder a soft squeeze. He doesn't say it as the Sargent of the military but in the voice of my uncle. And I am incredibly grateful for that. I don't say anything nor do I look away from the slap of concrete that seams to be the only visible thing about my parents now but I do nod my head believing his words. It will get better because I'll make it get better. I won't sit around feeling sorry for myself, i'll do something with myself, that's what my parents would want, i'll start a new life.


*One months later*


That was were my uncle had decided I would live. It doesn't have to much history of violence and it's smack, bang right in the middle of several of his bases. So if I do get into any sort of trouble, I'm only a few hours away from several safe destinations. Not that I would ever go there. I hate the bases, everyone's so serious and are always standing like there about to meet the bloody queen.

My uncle had helped me out into my new house only a few weeks ago. Its a small two story house down a small and simple street. Safe enough. I had already met some of the neighbours, on the right hand side was a father and his son. I had met them the first week I got here, Jamie was the father, a thirty nine year old man who was constantly away on business and Josh, the son. He was nineteen years old, only one year older than me and god was he gorgeous. He had shimmering blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and was just in general a good looking boy. I had gotten a little chatty with him. He's incredibly sweet. But overall, it's boring here. Except of course Josh, I hadn't met any friends.

I sigh watching grown ups for the millionth time. My TV was crap and wouldn't work so I was left with only my DVD player and the only DVD I had was grown ups. I'm so bored.

Hearing a knock on the door, I get up and walk over opening it up to see Josh.

"Hey" he chirps running a hand through his jelled up, spiked hair.

"Hi" I smile and welcome him in.

"Whatcha doing here" I question, walking into the lounge.

"Well I though you might be bored, you know, living here all by yourself with a crappy TV" he chuckles. I roll my eyes and plant myself back on the sofa. He sits besides me and soon enough we are just chatting away. About everyone and everything. By the time he leaves it's getting quite late.

"I will pop in tomorrow if you want" he offers, smiling softly. I nod my head happily and he waves goodbye before closing the door behind him. I sigh softly and head back to the sofa but at soon as I sit, I hear a knock on the door. I groan and stand up, he's forgotten his phone or something. Walking back to the door, I open it up to expect Josh but am faced with no one, I glance around seeing Josh is already in his house and roll my eyes. Stupid kids. This is the third time this had happened this week. I close the door once again and lock up. May as well get some shut eye. I double check the back door is locked before heading upstairs to my room. Life is way to complex but simple at the same time.

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