Styles Inc.

I met someone.
He made me feel something. He made me feel my feelings. He wanted to show me the true meaning of love feelings. But he was a player. Could I trust him? Am I willing to trust him? What if I'm too late to tell him that I care?

Read to find out Emma Warren's and Harry Styles' story of how they built up a wall of trust, loyalty, love, lust, passion and so on....


20. Chapter Twenty


Emma's P.O.V.


"It's been reported that the Flight A1 New York, leaving London this evening at six' o' clock, has exploded. The reason for this explosion is that once the plane left the run way, the left wing was caught in a tall tree, causing the plane to go downwards straight into the nearby field, exploding right in the place. The reason for such a mistake was the dense fog that took over the London airport this evening. We don't have any specific details but it's quite possible that the captain of the plane didn't see the tree. We do not have any news on any deaths yet, just that firetrucks have been rushed to the scene almost immediately."

"Awe, it's just another plane crash Em-"

"QUIET!," I yelled at Louis.

"We also have information that the Styles Company Owner, Mr. Harry Edward Styles, was on this very plane, but sadly we don't have information weather he made it or not. We will bring you updates very soon. Sandy back to you."

All eyes were on me as I started tearing up.

"Emma....," Lily said, placing her hand on my back.

I flung it away, getting up and running to my room, where I slammed myself face-down on my bed, stuffing a pillow to my mouth and screaming at the top of my lungs.

I couldn't bare it.

This can't be!

Perhaps somehow Harry missed his flight.

I was thinking of millions of reasons that Harry wasn't on that flight, that I didn't hear my door open and close.

But I felt a hand on my back, a stronger one, and I knew who it was.

I flung myself onto Niall's shoulders, crying as if there was no tomorrow.

There was pain in my chest. There was pain everywhere. I just wanted to die now. If he died, I wanted to too.

"Shhhhh, Emma," Niall said, pulling me onto his lap and cradling me.

" no no no no no no," I cried.

Niall stroked my hair and kept rocking me.

A few minutes later Lily burst into the room.

"He's alive!," she said.

I sobbed even harder.

"They're transporting him to the hospital in a helicopter. They say that he's in critical condition, but he's alive. He might be the ONLY one alive,"  she continued.

"I need to go...," I said, sitting up.

"What?," Niall asked.

"I need to go to London. Now," I said, getting up and grabbing my suitcase and fast as possible.

"What about the company?," Lily asked.

"You and Louis. You're in charge," I said.

"And me?," Niall asked.

"Can you come with me?," I begged.

"Of course!," he said.

I quickly threw in a few items into my suitcase, while Niall called up the person who drives his privet jet.

All I could think about was Harry. 

Critical condition. Lily's words echoed in my ears.

Critical. But not dead. That's all I needed to hear.

I zipped up my suitcase and walked downstairs, giving Louis, Sophie and Lily brief hugs, and heading out with

Niall to his car, driving off to the airport.

"I'm so scared," I said, after a long period of not talking.

"It's okay. He's alive that's all the matters," Niall said.

I nodded, wiping my tears.

We got to the airport, driving right into the place where the planes were all parked, to Niall's private jet.

Niall got out and helped me out of the car, and we walked to the man standing by the jet.

"Sir," the guy said, gesturing to the stairs.

"Thanks Paul," Niall said and took my suitcase into his hand, gesturing for me to go in first.

I gasped when I was inside.

"This is beautiful," I whispered to Niall.

"I designed it," Niall said.

I turned to look at him and he bashfully smiled.

I chose to sit on the couch, yes there was a couch, and soon the jet took off.

"Paul, when will we get to London?," Niall asked, almost immediately after we were up in the sky.

"With this weather, we should be there in three hours," Paul answered.

"Thank you," Niall said and sat right next to me.

"How are you doing?," he asked me.

"Okay," I whispered, still not being able to regain my full voice.

"Do you want to watch the news to see if there are any new details about Harry?," Niall asked, showing me the remote to the TV.

"I guess," I said.

He nodded and turned it on the news.

"I'm going to find a blanket," he said and got up walking to what looked like a bedroom.

"...besides the Style Company Manager, two other people, children, survived. They were passengers. The latest reports say that Mr. Styles, took the two children, a ten-year-old and a six-year-old, with him to the back of the plane, when he heard that the plane was going to crash. He tried shielding them with his own body. The children are not in critical condition, but Mr. Styles is-"

They showed a brief picture of Harry being put into the helicopter, on one of those rolling beds, his face was covered in blood.

Immediately I started crying.

Niall came back with the blanket and covered me with it, putting the TV volume down.

"He's alive.....but what if...what if....something happened to him....he might not be able to walk or talk or remember....critical condition...anything is possible," I sobbed.

"Emma, you mustn't think that! He will be okay, you hear me?," Niall said, taking me into his arms.

I nodded my head into his chest.






I must of fallen asleep, cause I woke up when I felt the jet go down. I looked around finding myself in the bedroom. Niall must of carried me here. I sighed and got up, walking out to find Niall waking up from his slumber on the couch.

"Hey," he smiled, when he saw me.

"Hi," I said, quietly, half smiling back.

Niall got up and stretched himself out, looking out the window.

"London," he said, pointing to the tall buildings.

I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Hey.....," Niall said, hugging me tightly back.

"I'm scared," I said, not letting go.

"I know. I know," he said, massaging my back with his hand.

"Guys, would you like me to drive you there?," Paul asked.

"Eh, I think so. I'm not really conscious enough," Niall said.

Paul nodded and opened the door out.

Niall picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carried me down the stairs to the car.

"So London hospital right?," Paul asked.

"Yes," I said, regaining my voice again.

We drove in silence, Niall keeping his arm around my shoulders, in a protective way.

The ringing of my phone startled me.

"Hello?," I asked quietly.

"Hi it's Mr. Malik here, just want to make sure our meeting is still going to be this Wednesday?," he asked.

I hung up.

"Who was that?," Niall asked.

I told him the story of Zayn and whatsoever, which was one of the reasons Harry was coming back sooner.

My phone rang again.

"Is it he again?," Niall asked.

I nodded. Niall took my phone.

"Please don't fucking call this number again, thank you," Niall said, then hung up.

I couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

Niall pressed some buttons on my phone and gave it back to me.

"I blocked him for you," he said.

"Thank you Ni," I said.

He pulled me closer to him, rubbing his hand on my arm. I sighed and looked out the window.

Soon, we were pulling into the hospital parking lot.

"Thanks Paul," Niall said, hopping out and coming over to my side to open the door for me.

We walked inside and I saw a bunch of nurses and doctors running around like crazy.

Niall held me close, as we walked to the front desk.

"Can I help you?," a stern lady asked.

"I uh....Mr. Harry Edward Styles....was he...-"

"We are looking for Mr. Styles ma'am. And we want to know the latest information on him," Niall said.

"I'm sorry, but are you his family?," she asked.

"I grew up with him, so we are mostly brothers. And she's his girlfriend," Niall told her.

"But not relatives. I can't let you see him," she said.

" least tell is he doing?," I asked, begging for a least a little more information.

"I don't know ma'am. I'm not the doctor. And I can't let you see him. NEXT," she said to the person behind us.

I stood there frozen, but Niall pulled me aside.

"I NEED to see him Niall, I need to...I need to," I cried.

Niall pulled me into a hug.

"Shhhh, don't worry. I'll figure a way to get in," he whispered soothingly.

He led me to one of the chairs in the waiting room, but one of the doctors bumped into us.

"Sorry, I need to watch were I'm going. Is she okay?," he asked, pointing to me.

I must look pretty drenched then.

"We just want to know how Mr. Styles is doing, but nobody wants to tell us," Niall said.

"Mr. Styles!? I operated him!," the doc said.

"Oh please...tell me he's okay!," I gasped.

"Ma'am, he's in critical condition, in a coma for now. We want to keep him in a coma, until everything heals nicely. This might take about two or more weeks. His head got pretty severely damaged in the explosion, and he has major burns on his chest. His left arm and leg are broken, and his rib cage was damaged a bit too. So he needs to stay in the coma until we make sure everything is in order," he said.

Tears brimmed my eyes.


This is worse than a nightmare.

"And....will he have any um, side-effects afterwords?," Niall asked, knowing that I really wanted to know that.

"We don't know. We'll only know when he wakes up," the doc said.

I leaned on Niall, thinking I might lose my mind now.

"Is it possible for us to see him?," Niall asked.

"Are you family?," the doc asked.

"She's his girlfriend and I'm like a brother to him," Niall said.

"Hmm, I'll have to ask Mr. Styles' parents. They are currently with him. If they agree, then of course you can," the doc said.

"Thank you, Dr...?"


I looked at him.

"Warren?," I asked, weakly.

He nodded.

" last name is Warren," I said.

The doctor smiled at me.

"Perhaps we are relatives?," he asked.

"I don't remember seeing your face in our family albums....," I said.

"What's your first name?," he asked.


"Emma......Johh and Mary's daughter?," he asked.


"Hello cousin," he said.

"Oh my gosh, uncle Luke!?," I asked.

"Yeah that's me," he smiled.

I hugged him immediately.

"Now I know that Harry had a good operator," I said.

"I'm sorry we have to meet in these circumstances...," he said.

"Yeah...," I said.

"How are you managing?," he asked.

"I just want to cry......Harry and's a long story....I just need him to remember me," I said.

He nodded.

"Dr. Warren, we need you in room seven," a nurse said, running to us.

"Well speak to you later Emma," Uncle Luke said.

"Okay," I said, as he quickly ran after the nurse.

"'s a small world?," Niall asked.

"Indeed," I sighed, as we sat down.

"So do you know that doctor...I mean uncle?," Niall asked.

"Barely. He came over to California once, while I was two, and he was ten, but I don't remember anything," I said.

"Or remember seeing his face in your families album?"

I shook my head.

"Uncle Luke is my dads oldest brothers son. They moved to England ten years ago, that's all I know about him," I said.

Niall nodded.

"Well I need to use the bathroom," I said, sighing.

"Want me to walk you there?," Niall asked, standing up.

"No, I think I'll make it," I said, half smiling.

"Okay," he said sitting back down.

I walked slowly to the bathroom, watching as doctors ran past me, along with nurses. Must be a rough night after that plane crash. I looked at the floor, as I continued my way to the women's bathroom.

My phone rang just as I was about to enter the bathroom stall.

"Hello?," I asked, not checking the caller ID.

"Em! How are you!? Are you okay!? Did you and Niall make it safely? Have you seen Harry?," Lily bombarded me with questions.

"I'm doing fine, I guess. We made it safely, but they won't let us see him until his parents agree to let us," I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror.

"What!? But you're his girlfriend!," Lily said.

"But not wife, or a relative," I said.

"Well fudge them," Lily said.

"Lil I'm in the restroom, call you later k?," I said.

"Okay, keep us updated over here. The whole Styles Company is worried," she said.

"Tell them everything will be okay. For now all I know is that Harry will stay in a coma for two or more weeks...and that he's...-," I burst out crying, while trying to tell her.

"Awe Em, I'm sorry. Maybe it's better if you text me how he's doing," she said.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Bye girl, stay strong," she said.

"Bye," I said and hung up.

"You want to see Harry?," a dark brown, forty-year-old-ish, lady asked me as she walked out of one of the stalls.

"Yes...?," I said.

"Who are you?," she asked, looking as if she had been crying.

"Em-ma, Emma Warren..., his girlfriend," I said.

"EMMA!? So you're the girl! Oh my gosh! You're more beautiful then what Harry described you as," she said.

"Um...may I ask...who are you?," I asked.

"Pardon me for not introducing myself, I'm Anne. Harry's mum," she said.

Without me knowing tears streamed down my face.

"Is he.....-", I stammered.

Anne pulled me into a hug.

"He's a strong boy Emma. I know he'll make it," she told me, tears brimming her eyes.

I nodded.

"Will it be possible for me him?," I asked.

"Of course! Ever since Harry came home two weeks ago, you're all he talks about," she said.

I half smiled.

"Niall is with me also...," I said.

"Niall as in, Niall Horan?," Anne asked.

I nodded.

"He's more than welcome to see Harry too," she said.

"Okay, I just need to use the toilet," I said, pointing to the stall.

"Go right ahead, I'll wait outside," she said.

I quickly did my thing and washed my hands, walking out to find Niall talking with Anne.

"Hey," Niall said, when he saw me.

"Okay, let's get you two bracelets that'll let you through to emergency doors and so that you won't have to worry about getting in and out," Anne said, leading us to the same window with the stern woman.

"Hello can I help you?," she asked, clearly annoyed.

"Could I get two passes for these two," Anne asked.

"Patients name?"

"Harry Styles, room 473," Anne said.

"And your name?," she asked pointing at me.

"Emma Warren," I said.

The woman looked at me.

"Are you and Dr. Warren related?," she asked.

"Yes, he's my cousin," I said.

Anne looked at me stunned.

I half smiled

"And your name?," the woman asked Niall.

"Niall Horan," he said.

Anne patted Niall on the back.

"Here you are," the woman said, putting the bracelets on our wrists.

"Thank you," Anne said and lead us to the emergency doors, to the elevator.

I bit my lip, as my palms got sweaty.

"Is Robin here?," Niall asked.

"He and Gemma left a while ago, after the surgery was done," Anne said.

"Oh I see," Niall said.

"Who..who are they?," I asked.

"Robin is Harry's step-father, and Gemma is his sister," Niall explained.

"What about Harry's real father?," I asked, looking at Anne.

She shrugged.

"Somewhere making business, not caring that his son is in the hospital," she said.

I looked down. Harry never told me these details about his family.

We arrived at the 4th floor and walked to the end of the hallway.

"Would you like to go in alone?," Anne asked me.

"If it's okay with you two," I said.

"Go on Em," Niall said.

I nodded and twisted the knob.









HELLOOOOO! Hi, Howdy, Heya! How's everyone???? I'm greattttttt. Haha.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and yeah, I'll keep it short. Thank you, thank you, thank you for everything....

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