Own the scars

🚨 Guilty 🚨

That was it. I managed to arrive at the first place that came to my mind, somewhere I knew I would feel safe. I manage to use my last energies no knock on the door. My vision gets even blurrier than before and right when I see a shadow of someone opening the door, everything turns black. I hear someone with a familiar voice calling me right before I passed out but I didn't have the strength to reply. 

~Niall's P.OV.~

It was 3 am in morning. Freaking 3 am almost 4 when someone knocked on my door. It must be something very urgent for not being able to wait until the morning. I even considered not replying since it was so late, I'm sure whoever was outside that door would understand since it's only natural for people to be sleeping at this late hour. But somehow I couldn't, I could not resist the urge to find out what had happened. I am usually a heavy sleeper so for that person to be able to wake me up means she/he probably made a lot of noise so it has to be an emergency. What could it be? What could make someone knock on another person's door like that? At this time of the night? I was about to find out... 

I get out of the bed, put some shoes and a t-shirt on, and head to the door. The noise had stopped, did it mean the person had given up? I decided I should check on it anyway. And I was so relieved that I did. I didn't want to believe what I had found, I felt my heartbreak and fall onto my feet. Outside my door was Emma, unconscious, full of bruises and bleeding. I felt so angry! How had this happened? Wasn't she supposed to have entered the plane? Don't get me wrong, I would love to spend some more time with her but not like this, not when she is so fragile, so beaten up. I carefully pick her up and laid her on the couch. I thought about taking her to the bed since it would be comfier for her but I assumed it would be best to stay closer to the door for when the paramedics arrive. 

N- Oh gosh, Emma. Who did this to you? You don't deserve this, my poor baby. You should have gone on the plane, you would be safe at home by now. Is it my fault? Did you not board the plane because of me?

E- N-no... not your f-fault. - she says while trying to open her eyes

N- Emma, oh thank god you're alive. Please rest, the paramedics are on their way. I'm here with you, I'm not going anywhere, you're safe with me.

E- T-thank you. I-i love you.

N- What? Oh, I love you too darling. 

Just like that, she fell unconscious again. I was so confused, so sad and angry for seeing her like this but also relieved she was still alive and conscious for a while. Did she mean it? Does she love me? No, she is very fragile, she doesn't know what she's saying, she probably won't even remember. And that's not the priority right now, the priority is her health, is taking her to the hospital. Where are the damn paramedics? Where is the medical team? They are supposed to be fast but 15 minutes had already passed! I swear to god if she dies because they didn't arrive in time, I don't know what I would do.

Right on the moment, I was taking into consideration driving her to the hospital myself, I hear the sirens from the ambulance outside. It hurts to have to leave her but it will just for a minute, while I go outside sign them to let them know where she is. In less than two minutes later, they arrived at my front steps.

Paramedic- Where is she?

N- Inside, on the couch. Took you long enough.

P- Sorry, we're short-staffed.