Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Thirty-Nine

*Trish's POV*

It's morning, and I can hear somebody knocking loudly at my door. I didn't get any sleep from what happened with Zayn then Michael. And of course what happened at Asher's. Occasionally they'd ring the doorbell, but they won't stop.

I'm laying in my bed, refusing to get up. I'm too upset to do anything.

Zayn's side of the bed is cold and empty. It hurts so bad.

I hear the front door unlock and open. I don't panic, I'm not scared. I hope they're here to kill me.

"TRISH!" I hear an angry yell from downstairs. It's Emma.

I still don't get up. I don't even move. I hear her banging up the stairs, and then my door flies open.

I don't look at her. Please go away.

"What the fuck happened at my house?" She demands, walking into my room. I keep my eyes on the wall.

I shrug, not talking.

"Are you going to talk to me?" Emma asks. She closes the door behind her.

"At Asher's, I fought my way out. I knocked him out. He called me weak and dead weight." I mutter. She pauses. I haven't spoken in a while.

"And?" She tilts her head a little.

I don't continue. I just want to lay here forever. Until I die.

"T what happened?" Emma sits at the end of my bed, concerned now.

"Go talk to Michael." I mutter.

"No. I want to talk to you."

"Well your not gonna get anything."

"T just tell me what happened."

"Zayn's dead. He's gone, Emma. He's not coming back, I'm never going to see him again, touch him, anything!" I yell out. I want to cry again. I can't stop myself, I'm crying again.

For fucks sake. I hate crying with a burning passion.

Emma looks at me, a shocked expression on her face. I silently cry into my pillow.

"Is that why the paramedics were at my house?" She asks. I nod slowly, trying to contain myself again.

"Okay, what we're not going to do is lay in bed all day." She tells me. I kick her off my bed, and she falls onto the floor.

"Ow- T!" She exclaims, getting up. I roll over and turn my back to her. She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest.

I don't say anything, I just want to be left alone.

"Your dads are worried about you. They're wondering where you've been." She says. I listen to her, but I stay silent.

"Harry told me to tell you something." I wipe away a tear, but let her continue.

"He's going to Italy." She says. I turn my head to face her, my eyes wide.

"What?" I ask her to repeat what she just said. I don't believe her.

"He's going to Italy. I'm sorry T." Emma sits down next to me. No. He can't be. He's going to be so far away.

Emma walks around the bed to stand in front of me kneeling down to be eye level with me. I notice that the shirt she is wearing being a bit snug on her then usual.

"Your starting to show." I whisper pointing at her stomach. She gives me a death stare.

"Shut up." She says looking down at herself and fixing her shirt. "Just tell me what's going on." She asks sitting down on the floor.

"I want to die." I mumble closing my eyes and putting my hands under my pillow.

"Okay? When? Today? Tomorrow? In 20 years?" She asks flicking my forehead making me open my eyes.

"I don't know." I say rolling onto my back.

"Look I'm sorry about Zayn. I really am. But people die. And we move on. Now. Get your ass up." She says jumping onto my bed and pushing me off with her feet so I collapse onto the floor.

"Ow- fuck, Mae." I groan clutching my back. I roll onto my back putting my arm under my head to act as a pillow. If she thinks pushing me out of bed is going to work she's wrong.

I reach up to my bed grabbing hold of the blanket and pulling it down so I can lay it on top of me.

"Are you fucking joking?" She asks watching me still standing on the bed. "I'm way too fucking tried for this. And I really want sunflower seeds." She mumbles sitting down on the bed cross legged.

"Sunflower seeds?" I ask. That's oddly specific. She hums laying her head down on the bed.

"It's weird. Today I want sunflower seeds. And once I get them they will probably disgust me." She says. Pregnant Emma is a different breed.

"Michael loves me." I mumble. I feel the need to share something since she shared. And that's all I could think of that I wanted to tell her.

"I know." She whispers moving to lay on her stomach looking down at me on the floor. I snap my head over to her. She knows?

"How?" I ask sitting up and wrapping the blanket around me.

"The other night when we left you with my dad. I came home. Puked guts out while Michael held back my hair. And then he told me. And made me swear not to tell." She tells me, my jaw drops at the thought of her knowing before me.

"Oh." I say laying back down. "I love him too." I tell her closing my eyes.

"What." She asks in a shocked tone. I know she heard me, she just needs a solid 15 minutes to fucking process everything I say.

"Take your time." I tell her with my eyes still closed. I hear a very dramatic gasp leave her mouth. There it is.

"YOU- OH. MY. GOD." She yells. My god that's loud.

"There we go." I say opening my eyes to see her leaning over the bed. Her face in mine. I widen my eyes not expecting her to be that close.

"You- he- You- he- you- love- him?" She stutters. I nod my head with a small hum. "Woah." She mumbles.

"You done?" I ask closing my eyes again moving my hand under my head making myself comfortable.

"Will you get off your damn floor?" She asks I nod my head standing up and throwing the blanket back on the bed.

I climb back into my bed pulling the blanket on me. I watch as she gives me a death stare.

"Really?" She asks sitting at the edge of the bed.

"You said get off the floor. Now I'm on the bed." I say getting comfortable.

"For fucks sakes. Get up." She says grabbing my arm and pulling it. Something comes over me when I lean in and bite her arm.

"OW-" she yells letting go of my arm making me fall back into place. "YOU JUST FUCKING BIT ME!" She yells grabbing hold of the spot i bit her. I smile a bit at the fact it worked.

"Yep." I say very proudly.

"I'm so fucking tried." She murmurs. In a split second she's grabbing my shoulders and pulling me up to my feet.

Well shit.

I groan and slump down. I try sitting back down but Emma stops me.

"Do me a favour, will you?" I look at her. She nods.

"Yeah what is it?"

"Go fuck yourself."

"Wh-what?"

"No like- GOD EMMA!"

"IM SORRY!"

"STOP MAKING EVERYTHING DIRTY!"

"WELL IT WAS DIRTY! I DIDNT NEED TO MAKE IT DIRTY."

For fucks sakes. Emma throws me some clothes, and I groan. This means I really have to go out.

So, I do.