Love Her (the next part after 'Save Her')

Chapter 12- One Last Time

Emma's p.o.v.

I didn't eat. I didn't talk. "Emma? Hun, it's time." Harry nudges me whilst I was laying in bed. "He would've wanted you to be there and move on." He whispers. I looked away.

"If you aren't going to put on that dress, I'm going to do it for you." He smiled cheekily. "Don't even think about it. I'm wearing tights and a tank top under."

I shooed him out and got into my black dress. It had long sleeves and reached all the way to the floor. It was clearly made for cold weather. I applied on deep eyeliner and dark eyeshadow. You created this. You did this. You.

I put on my black combat boots that Matt has once complemented on and took a look in the mirror. "Emma?" I turned around to find Chris with tears in her eyes. "Come here." She whispered and I shook my head.

"I don't want anyone's pity, Chris. Why can't you all just tell me that it was my fault that Matt is dead?" I snapped. "Emma? T-this isn't you." Chris stammered. "Well now it is! Deal with it! Why should I even have someone special to me in the future? I've never met my birth parents until five years ago, Matt's dead, and my birth parents haven't called in the last four months!"

I was rambling on and on about everything before a hand covered my mouth from behind and a warm arm wrapped itself around my waist. "Hush." Harry whispered into my ear. "Live life, love and don't look back." I grabbed his arm that was around my waist and flung it off.

"Don't tell me what to do." I growled before running out without a coat.

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It was snowing out. Hard enough that my hair was full of snowflakes within minutes, but soft enough for me not to hold my hand out in front of my face.

I stood in front of Matt's grave... which was about a two mile distance from the hotel. The memorial was held yesterday by his parents but they didn't invite me. I wouldn't blame them. "I'm sorry. I'm so so so so so so-"

"Stop hurting yourself." Harry murmurs behind me. A few tears rolled down my cheeks. Thank god for waterproof eyeliner and mascara. "I'm not going to ever forgive myself for this. Matt is dead, Harry. Last week, he was still here! He flew here on a plane just to see me! Now look!"

I turned around to face the headstone. "He's staying in London forever." I whispered. A warm coat lands on my shoulders covering my arms. "You're going to catch a cold." Harry whispers. "So? It's not like that'll matter. Take your coat back, Harry. I don't deserve your coat, the job to tour with you guys, or even have you guys as friends."

I whipped off his coat and shoved it back into his hands before stomping off. A warm hand grips around my now freezing ones. "Emma. Are you going to be like this for the rest of your life? Are you going to live for the whole rest of your life thinking that you have to do with someone's death?" He looked at me in the eyes.

They were a stoned green with a hint of brown and grey. "I don't think, Harry. I know." He groaned and slipped his coat over me. "Are going going to be dark, Emma? Are you going to shut everyone out of your life? Are you going to shut out the people who care about you?"

"I just want to see him. Harry, please. I just want to see him for one last time."

Matt's p.o.v.

I was seriously going to get into trouble for this and probably more trouble if they told. I grabbed the petals of some of the roses in the nearby graves. Oh well, sorry.

I slowly laid them perfectly on the white snow, and sat next to my work just as I see Emma and Harry's figures walk towards me.

Emma's p.o.v.

I had finally agreed to go home and call it a day. "It would be nice to see him again, standing there, all full of life and happy." I sighed and raised my eyebrows at what I saw on the ground.

'I'm here for you, baby. I always will be. I love you.

P.S. I'm to the right of this note.

- Matt'

My eyes welled up as I stared at the bank space to the right of the note and blew a kiss towards it. "I love you too."

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Very sappy I know and I'm sorry. Once the time is right, I'll add something funny in there like the last story. Kay? I'm sorry I killed Matt, but I like to base my writing off songs. And this 'book' is sort of based off 'Thinking of You' by Katy Perry. Likes please?

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