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.


41. Why?

As I took the five steps down the stone stairs, I could hear her scream, that tore me apart, through the closed door. I felt so miserable, that I barely could move. There I stood, in the bottom of the stairs, listening to the sound of my her cries. I felt so hollow, so empty and torn. 


Emily's P.O.V:


I collapsed on the floor, up against the wall in the hall, while crying so loudly that it scared me. I leaned my head back, and stared at the ceiling, while crying, crying and just crying, loudly and while my body was shaking. "NO!" I screamed, but couldn't stop the hurtful tears from falling. I accidentally hurt my head on the wall, as I threw it back. I didn't understand it... It didn't make sense. It had been so perfect, everything I'd ever dreamed of. It hurt more than anything ever did. It was like a blade that cut right through me... 


Harry's P.O.V:


I watched her as she threw a stone in the water, that ended up about some metres out in the ocean, with a little 'blurb' sound. Her light brown or dark blonde straight hair was filled with raindrops, and her blue eyes turned to look into mine. We didn't say much, we just watched the waves scroll up on the beach. She was standing close to me, so close that our arms almost were touching. The rain was falling from the sky, and the wind blowing in our hair. Today was colder than last week, so I was wearing jeans, and green Jack Willis hoodie. While Clara was wearing some skinny jeans, and a blue hoodie as well, it was open, and under it she was wearing a white tank top. "Maybe we should go back... Emily and Zayn are probably waiting," Clara said, and bend down to pick up her converse, that were lying in the sand. "Yeah," Was the only answer I managed to say. She didn't put on her shoes, she just walked with them in her hand, while feeling the sand under her bare feet. She was cute, and small... Not as small as Emily, but still small. She made me feel happy, in a weird way. I looked at her hand, the one that wasn't carrying her converse. I felt that overwhelming urge to grab it, but I didn't. I just kept walking beside her. It was like it took forever for us to come back to the house. We walked in of the glass door, on the back of the house, out to the ocean. When we stepped inside, it was terrible quiet, except from the radio playing. "Zayn?" I called out, but there was no answer. Clara looked at me, "They're probably under the covers," She winked at me, and I laughed. But no, cause they were a lot louder when they had sex, and now the only sound I could hear was some sad music playing on some radio station called 'Soft'. "Emily?" I called, when Zayn didn't answer. Then I heard someone sniff, from the hall. "I think she's in the hall.." Clara mumbled, and wrinkled her forehead. "Yeah, come," This time I had and excuse for grabbing her hand, and it felt good, just right. I walked with her across the room, out of the living room, and out into the hall, where Emily sat, wearing nothing but a white v-neck t-shirt and some grey undies. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her cheeks shining from tears. I fast let go of Clara's hand, and kneeled down in front of her. "Em?" I asked, but she just shook her head, and turned to face the floor. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, as she tried to be as small as possible. "Em, what happened?" I tried again, and stroke her hair away from her face. Her brown eyes seemed empty. Clara sat down beside me, "Where's Zayn?" She asked, and I could hear Emily swallow. Then she burst out crying, and I locked my arms around her, so did Clara. Where was Zayn? What had he done? The thought of him leaving her, didn't fit in my mind, but it tore me apart. Did he do this to her? Zayn? My Zayn? The guy that didn't talk about anything but her? Why...? 

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