Let me love you - Friendzone

Emma O'Brian:
Never thought that one night could have changed my life as much as this night did.
but there must come something good out of all the bad right? but for now I'm done. Done with boys, done with friends, done with everything.
just didn't think that that night would have changed that too..

Niall Horan:
feeling lost, feeling alone and felling like I'm going to stay that way forever isn't what people needs to see. so hiding at my dads house was the only way to disappear for a while. at least until people knows I'm there.


14. Sick and tired

- Emma -


I felt sick, sick to my stomach. I wanted this nightmare to be over.

it was my fault that Carter was after us. it was my fault because I used to know him. my fault because I didn't give him what he wanted. I was shaking but at least Niall made me fell safer.

there was a lot of commotion outside of the safety door. gunfires and shouting. I could hear the growling from Carter, the frustration that he couldn't find us. suddenly it all went quiet. it was too quiet. chills ran down my spine as Niall carefully stood up and walked back up to the monitors. I wanted to see what was going on to so I joined him.

Carter was standing in the laundry room. he was staring at the bookshelves like he he knew that we were standing there behind the door.


"I think I'm gonna be sick." I said backing away from the monitors and the steel-door separating us from carter.

"Babe, we're safe in here." Niall whispered as he took my hand but still had a protective position between me and door.

"I feel like I can't breathe." I gasped as I felt my lungs getting tighter.

"Emma." Niall looked pale.


It was like he knew how scared I was and I could see that he was just as scared but he was trying to hide it. he wasn't that good of an actor though.

Suddenly we heard screaming and shouting. I couldn't hear exactly what was saying as my raising heart was pounding in my ears. Niall looked over to the monitors but kept me from looking at them too. Carter was shouting and screaming and I think he was crying. then complete silence.

and just a few seconds later there was one single shot fired.

I jumped as the sound from the shot echoed in the basement.


"don't look." Niall said and pushed me out of the line of sight of the monitors.


I knew that something had happen. had he killed himself or was it someone else that shot him? It didn't really matter if the nightmare was over.

I could feel myself shaking. I was in shock, that had to be it. my pulse was still pounding in my ears as I could feel Niall sitting me down on the couch and wrapping me with a blanket I hadn't seen before.

we couldn't had been more than an hour in the safety room before the phone called again telling us it was safe for us to come out.

I had one more glance over the monitors before Niall had me led out of the room. I could see how all the new furnitures where ruined and the kitchen a complete mess.

Niall held my hand as we opened the safety door and walked out. the sound was slowly coming back to me and I could hear the sirens and the polices talking around us. Niall was walking closest to the room trying to shield me from the chaos in the laundry room. on the floor was a body covered with a sheet. the big red stain giving away the fate of the man under it.

I felt sick again. this time I couldn't really hold it back. I let go of Nialls hand and ran up the stairs. I was just in time into our bathroom when I hoovered over the toilet at threw up. the bile tasting discussing in my mouth. I wanted to hide and not come out until the mess was gone. I hated to trough up, the taste the uncontrollable spasms that rock your whole body to it's core because you don't want to do it but holding it back isn't an option.

I threw up again and then again.

After a few minutes I could feel someone soothingly stroking my back, lifting my hair for me as I threw up once again. I could feel the tears running down my face and hear the sobbing sounds I was letting out.


"It's okay Emma. We are safe now." Nialls voice whispered soothingly from behind me.

"It's all over." He whispered.


I knew it was over. it was over as soon as that gunshot went of. I just couldn't seem to calm down. the taste of bile rose again in my mouth and I was once again hoovering over the toilet.

Niall kept soothingly stroking my back and holding my hair. when an other sob teared itself out of my body Niall took me in his arms.

I didn't feel like I had to throw up now, I just needed feel safe and right now I couldn't feel more safe than in Nialls arms.



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- Niall -


There where a few days of everything being upside down. Emmas father was furious that something like that had ever been able to happen and I understood him, I felt the same. How could he even get passed the security?

Emma still felt sick and tired and just wanted to stay home. I could understand her too. I didn't want to go that far either.

the security had been reinforced, the people responsible for the mishap of letting Carter through the gates had apparently been fired or downgraded or something. I couldn't really say that I felt sorry for them. when it came to my family's safety nothing more was more important.

I had nightmares, waking up cold and soaking wet of sweat. I knew that Emma had them too. most nights we woke up of each others nightmares. she would cry her way back to sleep though. I felt helpless, like I couldn't do anything to make her feel better.

on the eighth day Emma woke up just before 6 o'clock and ran to the bathroom. I knew because I had already been up for an hour because of my own nightmare. I could hear her throwing up. I hissed as I swung the covers off of my legs and the cold hit me like a ton of bricks. I got up and made my way into the master bathroom.


"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine." she said standing up making her way to the sink to brush her teeth.

"You sure?" I asked her worriedly.

"yeah, I'm fine." she said smiling weekly towards me in the mirror.

"this isn't the first morning that's happening." I said in a matter of a fact.

"I know. I have a doctors appointment later today." she sighed, spitting out the toothpaste.

"where you going to tell me about that?" I asked.

"I just wanted to make sure there was something to tell first. I didn't want to worry you." she told me as she turned around to face me.

"you're my wife, it's my job to worry." I sighed as I embraced her.

"I just didn't know how." she mumbled.


I traced my hands over her back pulling her tighter into my arms. she was trembling.


"you can always talk to me babe. About anything." I said.

"I know. I don't want to hide anything from you. I was just waiting for the facts. because right now it feels like its unreal. we've been married for just four months. I just don't want anyone to think that we have rushed into this marriage or it's because of the possibility of a baby that this happened." she said.

"It doesn't really matter what others think. we know the truth and that is what matters." I told her.


she sighed and wrapped her arms around my waist. she inhaled a breath and as she exhaled her breath tickled my bare chest. I couldn't do anything else but smile though.

she was safe and the possibility of might becoming a father was thrilling. I wanted her and all our potential babies. I wanted her for the rest of my life.


"It scares me how much I love you and how much I want this life with you. I haver never in my life ever felt like this before." she mumbled against my chest.

"I couldn't have said it better myself." I whispered against her forehead.

"So what ever happens at that appointment we're still.." she started but stopped as her voice choked up.

"for better or for worse. okay?" I said pulling her closer.

"love you" she mumbled and I could feel her smile on her lips as she kissed my chest softly.

"I love you too." I said and kissed her forehead.


I was overwhelmed with emotion. but the ones that where standing out where pride and love. I would have wanted to just have been us for a little while longer but I couldn't deny that fact that becoming a father was something that I always had wanted. I just didn't know how much until it was maybe a possibility.

was this happening to fast? maybe. But I couldn't help but to have no regrets what so ever.





Oops?  probably just another cliché I know.. sorry....

- Sarah

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