Passion (15+)

When the 16 years old girl called Emily, decided to go for a trip to Brighton, UK, with three of her best friends, she didn't imagine running into a guy that would change her life completely.
Their plans had been; Partying, flirting, having one night stands, and just enjoy the life as a teenager, with no parents for the whole summer.
But when she met him at a festival one night, her life turned upside down, and nothing would ever be the same...
She fell head over heels in love with him, but didn't realise how bad it was until it was too late.
That's what happens when you fall in love with 19 years old, Zayn Malik.


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Emily's P.O.V:

 

Before I opened up the front door, I fast wiped away my tears, took one last look in the camera on my iPhone, removed my running mascara under my eyes, and pulled my shirt further up over my neck, to hide the worst of the suction marks, and bruises. Then I placed my hand on the cold handle, pulled it down, and opened up the door. Inside it was hot, and the smell of girls, which meant parfume, was amazing. It just didn't feel as normal, as it used to. I took one step in, slowly closed the door behind me, and took a deep breath. "EM? Is that you?" I heard Clara shout from the living room, "Yeah, it's me," I fast answered, and kept my voice as emotionless as possible. I pulled my leather jacket off, and threw it on the floor, followed by my vans. Either I was wearing vans, converse, heels or sandals. That was just the shoes I liked the most. I could hear Clara do something in the living room, but I didn't think more about. I just stood in the hall, for some long seconds, to pull myself together. Then I slowly made my way, to the door into the living room. While I was leaning against the doorframe, I got surprised. Clara fast pulled a oversized t-shirt over her head. Harry's hair was messy, and he was sitting shirtless. "Ummm... Hi," Harry mumbled, and moved grabbed Clara's hand. Tears started burning behind my eyes, and I felt like breaking down. Once that would've been Zayn and I, making out on the couch, and falling asleep in each others arms. I just raised my hand a bit, as a 'hi'. As I could see, Clara was wearing Harry's white t-shirt, and some black undies, nothing more. Harry was wearing some jeans, a brown belt, and nothing more. I just looked at them, without thinking about how awkward it was. All I could focus on, was how to ignore my breaking heart. "So... Em, where have you been?" Clara mumbled, and crept closer to Harry, that wrapped his strong arms around her body, and cuddled up with her. "With Ronan," I fast said, and faked a smile. "Ronan?" Harry raised one of his eyebrows, and glanced at Clara. I just nod, and tried to look quite careless. "Who's Ronan?" Harry asked again, and he probably thought that I maybe had moved on, and let go of Zayn, and was getting together with some other guy. I just shrugged my shoulders, "Yeah... He is... He is a fine guy," I mumbled, and tried to hide the lie in my voice. "Oh, okay. Good," Harry smiled at me, and I faked a smile, and smiled back. I was getting along with all of the guys, so I knew they cared about who I was being with, probably because it was night, and after all I was only 16. The silence closed down around us, once again. For some seconds we were just looking at each other, Clara and Harry looked at me, and I looked at them. It surprised me when Clara exclaimed, "Have you been crying?!". "W-what?" I tried to defend myself, but wasn't exactly good at it. "Your eyes. They're red," She said, not giving up. "Oh... Haha, no. I've got something in my eye," That was probably the most stupid excuse ever, and she neither she believed in it. "What have you been smoking?" She asked, and sat up straight on the couch. Harry let go of her hand, and he wrinkled his forehead, and turned to look at me as well. I just laughed at her question, and rolled my eyes. "I am serious! What the hell have you been smoking?!" This time she seemed serious, and Harry jumped off the couch. I avoided her question. "Em? Who is that Ronan guy?" Harry asked, and walked closer to me. My head turned to face the floor. "Why would you even care?" I mumbled, and could feel Harry's big hand on my shoulder. "Em, all we do is care!" He whispered, but a bit louder, than a normal whisper. I took a step back, to get rid of his hand on my shoulder. "But I don't! I mean, Ronan is a nice guy... and why not have fun?" I was standing up for myself this time, trying to make them believe that there was nothing wrong with my decisions. Even though I knew how wrong I was. "Have fun?! You smell like a minibar, and your eyes are as red as... Oh fuck, Em!" Clara jumped off the couch as well. "I DON'T CARE!" I didn't mean to yell, but I did. I was frustrated. "What is all this about? This is not the way you usually are..." I could hear the pain and Clara's voice, and see the sadness in Harry's eyes. "I just don't wanna die inside, just to breathe in... I WANNA LIVE AGAIN! I am so fucking tired of being feeling so numb, so torn! At least I feel more alive when I am with him!" I took some steps away from them, with shaking hands, and watered eyes.

Harry started right into my eyes, "Is this about Zayn?" He whispered. I stared into his green eyes, but didn't say anything. "Em, please..." Clara's voice was begging, and sounded so sad, that I just couldn't stand it. I turned around, and escaped upstairs, where I ran into my room, slammed the door behind me, and breathed in, then out, then in, then out. 

 

After I had put myself in control again, I watched myself in the mirror. Only wearing my underwear. I was scared to see how much he had hurt my body, but I didn't cry. I fought not to break down. 

 

Clara's P.O.V:

 

Before Harry and I went to sleep that night, we went into Emily's room, and found her sleeping. Harry's hand was holding mine, and that sure calmed me down a bit. "She's too close to the edge," I whispered, and tried not to sound to upset. Harry squeezed my hand, and I rested my head on his upper arm, while he kissed my hair. "What should we do?" I mumbled, and turned to look up at him, and into his beautiful green eyes. "Maybe I should tell you something..." Harry said, and looked bend down, while whispering in my ear, "Zayn is hurting. He would do anything to get her back, it's just the fact that he don't wanna tell us... Why he can't be with her,".

 

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