Inseparable

Chapter 1 - He who shall not be named.

AUTHORS NOTE!   Hello, so I said I was going to post a new fanfic on her in the next couple of days so here it is...well the first chapter of it. I just want to say if you're reading this I hope you like it and enjoy it, it means a lot to know what you think of this so please comment, or message me or tweet me, anything will be appreciated :) so yeah I think thats about it. Happy Reading! And enjoy The Brits tonight :D   Lucy xx

*Emma’s P.O.V*

Ever since I can remember he has always been there for me and now when I need him the most he doesn’t want to know me. My mum is downstairs on the phone crying her eyes out to her best friend. I just wish my best friend; my only friend would start talking to me again and stop ignoring me. Only there is nothing anyone can do to help.

I pull myself out of bed and for the first time since last night I feel like I can’t cry anymore. I have been crying and haven’t left my bed since I got told the tragic news last night. I hear a faint knock at the door from downstairs, no doubt it it’s my mum’s best friend. I'm sometimes jealous of their relationship together, knowing that, that one special friend will always be there for you no matter what the situation. That’s how me and him used to be now we don’t even acknowledge each other when we see each other at school. I decided to look out my window, when the massive oak tree catches my eye. There it is separating our houses as it always has. My mind starts to wander and I start to remember all the great times we shared together under the oak tree: the water fights in summer, the secret meetings, the times we climbed it and the swing...I miss the old days, the days where nothing mattered. I snapped out of my day dream and back into reality when I see him. He walks past the tree where we shared so many memories and crosses the road in front of it. I can’t handle all this emotion at one time. I feel the tears filling my eyes again. I slowly slump back over to my bed and curl up under the duvet. Thoughts of how my life used to be start flooding through my brain and that is when I can’t take it anymore. The tears start streaming down my face and plummet onto the pillow I am so desperately hugging close to my chest.

*A week later*

I awake when I hear a knock at my bedroom door, I must have cried myself to sleep last night again I don’t remember stopping. I have no energy to talk but just audible I tell whoever is at the door to come in. My mum enters with two cups of tea, she hands me one and sits on the end of my bed. “Emma I know this is hard for you...for both of us but you can’t stay up here in bed forever. You need to get out of the house, get some fresh air, and enjoy yourself.” I felt a lump in my throat I knew what my mum said was right I haven’t left my room apart from going to the toilet and having showers and food since last week but I just didn't want to, I decided my best option was to stay silent and just drink some tea. I then got up to open a window. That counts fresh air, right? My mum put her tea on the floor and mumbled the words I didn't want to hear, not now anyway. “Why don’t you go talk to Harry?” I could feel the lump in my throat get bigger, my emotions were bubbling up inside me when I finally just burst. “You are joking right?” I said as my voice cracked a bit, my mum went to say something but before she could I carry on. “He doesn’t care about me! We haven’t even spoken since we were 13! You know how popular he is and how unpopular I am!” I can feel the wetness of my tears on my warm skin again; I can’t let my mum see I'm crying over him! I speed walk out of my room and to the bathroom, I know that door has a lock on it and my mum won’t be able to get in. I sit on the edge of the bath and hang my head in my hands. There is a light knock at the door which lets me know my mum is there. “Emma, please? Just listen to what I have to say...” I don’t answer knowing she will carry on anyway. “I know you and Harry don’t speak and haven’t for a while but I know for a fact he still cares about you.” What was she trying to do? I know full well I mean nothing to him. “Oh really and how do you know that exactly?” I hear her sigh with disappointment. “Anne and I were talking about you and him the other night and...” I don’t want to hear anymore and cut her off “MUM SAVE IT!” I heard my mum get up and leave.

It’s now 3 in the afternoon and I have decided to take my mum’s advice and go outside for some fresh air so I put on my highwaisted, blue washed shorts on with a baggy white tank top tucked in. I brushed through my wavy hair then put it up into a messy bun on the top of my head, I looked in the mirror and realise how puffy and red my eye are from crying so much, so I open my draw and look for my fake blue ray bans. I put my flip flops on and walk outside into heat of 23˚c after all it is the summer holidays. I don’t really fancy going anywhere so I take a seat under the oak tree and watch the people and cars pass by.

I have been sat here now for what seems like hours and all I have done is pull out a load of grass around me. I should probably go back in now, but then I see my mum running towards me, she looks really excited about something she runs past me grabbing my arm on her way past. This is the happiest I’ve seen her since last week when we got the heartbreaking news. “Mum what are you doing!” I shout when I realise where we are running to. “Anne and I have some exciting news for you and Harry!” I froze at their door, my mum knocks the door. I hear footsteps coming closer to the door. I turn to make a run for it when the door swung open and there he was in grey sweats and a black tee shirt. I hadn’t realised I was staring until I was bought back to the real world when I hear his deep voice. “You coming in then?” I look at the floor and blush slightly this is the first time he had actually spoken to me since we were 13 and that was 3 years ago! I have made the effort to talk to him but he has always just ignored me or told me to leave him alone so that is what I did. “There in the kitchen.” He spoke again. I followed him to the kitchen where I found Anne and my mum stood at the work surface looking at something. I don’t know why but I had butterflies, and not the good kind either, something in the back of my mind was telling me to get out and run but it was too late. “Harry, Emma. We have something to tell you both!” Anne said with obvious excitement in her voice. I need to get out of here I look over to him; he is clearly interested in what they have to announce. “We are going to Spain together on holiday!” My mum said matching Anne’s excitement. I couldn’t believe it. Yeah I was happy we haven’t been on holiday together since summer 2008 and I spent the whole holiday with Gemma because he wasn’t talking to me. I can’t help but think he will hate me for going because I will be there ruining his holiday. I can’t stay in here anymore I turned and ran out the front door, I don’t even know where I'm going to go but any place is better than in his house with him and let me tell you running in flip flops is not the easiest thing to do!

*Harry’s P.O.V*

I heard the door being knocked and my mum shouted up for me to get it. I opened the door expecting to see Helen but not Emma! She looked broken, and I could tell she had been crying as I could see the puffiness and redness of her eyes through her ray bans. I realised Helen had already made her way through the hallway to the kitchen and I was staring at Emma probably making her feel more uncomfortable than she already was. “You coming in?” I asked her then moved out the way so she could come through. I caught her looking at the floor and blushing slightly, I can’t remember the last time she was round my house. I realise this is the first time I have spoken to her since we were 13, we are both now 16! She has made the effort to talk to me but I always ignored her or told her to leave me alone, I know it sounds horrible but I didn't want to hurt her. I was starting to develop feelings for her and to know that she didn't feel the same would have crushed me, I saw her as more than a friend and knowing I drove her away, I honestly hated myself for that, and still do. I have seen how it has affected her. “There in the kitchen” I spoke again realising we were both stood in an awkward silence in the hallway. She followed me to the kitchen where our mum’s were stood looking at something. I stood waiting and looking at Emma out the corner of my eye. “Harry, Emma. We have something to tell you both!” Well mum sounds excited. I stop looking at Emma as my mum gives me the ‘you-best-be-listening-to-us’ look. “We are going to Spain together on holiday!” Helen said sounding just as excited. I was excited too just knowing that after 3 years of not talking I get to spend a whole holiday with Emma. I turned to see Emma’s reaction but she was no longer there, I turned to the door way to see her running out the front door. “Hmmm...Maybe I should have told her in private, she’s been acting like this a lot recently” Helen said sounding both upset and worried. “I’ll go see if she is okay” My mum said but before she could take a step I ran out the kitchen shouting “Don’t worry I got this!” I needed to work things out between me and her if we will be spending time on holiday together.