Break On Me

"Maybe it's not about the happy ending.. Maybe it's about the story."

Sometimes it’s hard to accept what is, and it’s hard to go along with something even though you know you could do better.. But how come it’s so easy to slip up? So easy to say the wrong thing, use the wrong words, or even make the wrong moves? Sometimes we just all need to break.. in more ways than just mentally. I want you to know, that no matter what, I will always be here for you.. whether you like it or not, if you want me here or if you want me to live.. If you love me, or if you hate.. You can always break on me baby.

We loose ourselves in the things we love, we find ourselves there too..


27. Chapter 026

||New York, New York||

“Well goodness! I thought you’d never make it back home.’’ Louise laughs as she grabs the suitcases from my hand, just two of the many we took with us.
“I bet you missed me.’’ I gave her a smile as she looked over her shoulder at me, already heading up the staircase.
“No, darling, I didn’t miss you. It’s been very quiet for the past few days.’’ She smirks as she stops, clutching the handles of the bags hard as she awaits my reply.
“Well then.. that’s harsh.’’ I say with a sigh, my tone a little upsetting.
“I’m kidding love, you know I missed ya! I hate it when it’s so quiet.’’ She smiles, her Irish accent always pleased my ears – reminded me of Niall for some reason. I just gave her a grin before she continued up the stairs.
As I spin around on my heel to go back out of the door, I almost bump into Emmy and Katie, who was sleeping in her Mommy’s arms – so precious.
“I’m going to put her in the crib.’’ Emmy whispers to me as we pass each other, no other words spoken. I give her a nod before leaving out of the door and back to the limo that brought us home.
“Mr. Styles, I have to say.. your fiancé doesn’t look too pleased this evening.” The driver says as he passes a few more bags to me.
“She’s fine, just tired from the flight.’’ I mumble as I grab the diaper bag from the back seat and head back to the front entrance, the man following behind me. I don’t care to remember his name right now, or at all really.


As I stand in the kitchen, waiting for my coffee to finish brewing, I hear footsteps on the hardwood floor. I don’t turn around because I’m pretty aware of who it is. My arms leaned on the corner, slouching myself as I await the beverage to be complete. I just wanted some coffee, I wasn’t tired and wanted to be woken – I just craved the taste at the moment.
Just as I let out a soft sigh to myself, I felt the touch of a cold, soft pair of hands on either side of my waist, soon followed by the feeling of her leaning her forehead against my back.
“You okay?’’ I ask softly, not wanting to disturb her too much, especially if she wasn’t feeling well.
“Yeah.. just, um, a little tired.’’ Emmy replies after a few seconds pass.
A thought comes to my mind, something I meant to tell her almost two hours ago, “Louise said.. that the mail was on the couch. She said you had a letter or.. something. She left about half an hour ago.’’ I say, shrugging lightly, mostly because I couldn’t remember exactly what I was told.
“Yeah, I read it.’’ She tells me.
“Who was it from?’’ I ask curiously, just wanted to know really, just being nosy.
“A.. company.’’ She sighs out, leaning herself off of me, removing those small hands from my body.
I turn around in time to see her push a strand of hair behind her ear, it had fell from her loose, low pony tail. She looked upset, but not like about to cry upset, but.. upset as in her depression. I knew she took her medicine last night, I watched her with my own eyes. Perhaps it’s just one of those days for her. I hate these kind of days, they just drain her out.
“You look pale.. baby, are you sure you’re okay?’’ I ask, stepping closer so I could gently place my hand on her cheek, feeling the coldness of her skin. That was a normal thing, though, well quite often at least.
Emmy’s eyes were dull – another sign to me that something was wrong, she was feeling sick and just wasn’t telling me. But I’ve learned.. not to beg for the reason, that only makes it worse and makes her mad at me. So I just let her wait and tell me on her own, it’s better for her that way.
“I’m about to go to bed.’’ She mumbles after almost a minute of silence, her eyes advoiding mine.
Her small hand barely wrapped around my wrist as she gave it a squeeze. I kept my gaze upon her, watching her as she parted her lips to speak, but nothing was released.
“I love you.’’ I say as I lean to her forehead, softly placing my lips against her skin – holding them there for a little bit.
“I love.. you too.’’ She says, her words interrupted by a cough.
I lean back and give her a sly smile before I bent down to her and giving her a gentle kiss against her soft, plump lips. She didn’t return it, but I could tell she didn’t have the energy to do hardly anything.
It was days like this that I would sit in the hallway outside our bedroom and just pray for her to be okay – to be mentally okay, and physically okay. I know it’s hard for her, the pressure of society, the pain of knowing she quote ‘isn’t good enough’.. Iknow it’s hard, it’s not true. But it’s hard for her, it honestly is.
If I could take it away and give it to myself, I would in a quick second. But sadly, I can’t do that. All I can do is hope, and pray, that everything will turn out to be okay. Not good, not perfect.. just.. simply..


Sorry For Another Short Chapter.

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