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

Chapter 13- I Got You

.It's been three weeks since I last went to Matt's funeral. I haven't eat and I have been sort of secretly taking marijuana .... along with cutting.

(A/N: no offense to people who do cut! You are are gorgeous so please don't!)

I know people who do a little marijuana and decided 'Hey. It can take out the pain.' And I went for it. The cutting had started the next day after I visited Matt's funeral. Thank god it was winter too. With the long sleeves, no one could see.

My scars would take a while to heal. And to my surprise, no one have noticed. Either that or they didn't care. I would take a bag with me full of fresh new clothes, go out, take some of that marijuana in, go to the nearest clothing store, and change clothes so my clothes wouldn't smell and cause people to notice.

I'd lie and say that I was going for a run so that'll give me an excuse to shower and wash the smell that got caught in my hair.

And that happened to be my routine for the past two weeks.

Well I guess that I could use a bit of marijuana right now.....

Liam's p.o.v.

I was doing the laundry and since Emma has been all depressed, I decided that maybe I could wash her clothes for her just this time. Running has gotten her happier i guess and she seems to be happier when she comes home than when she leaves. Tour was coming up and she needed clean clothes. Her room was the smell of fresh vanilla with everything in its place. I was lucky that she was neat at least.

I went into her washroom and looked for her hamper and found it next to the sink. I wrinkled my nose. The stench.... What was that? It didn't smell dirty... It smelled burnt.

"Zayn!" I called. "What?" He dashed into the washroom. "No offense, lad. But since you kind of smoke.... Do you know what smell is this?" I held out a floral top from the pile at him. He took a sniff and frowned. "Remember when Louis told us that he felt that Emma had been taking this situation quite well?" He asked. I nodded.

"We'll he's wrong."

Emma's p.o.v.

I walked into the flat and saw everyone sitting there. "Emma.... What is in that bag?" Shay asked gesturing at my bag in my hand. "Clothes." I murmured. "Emma. We know." Harry grumbled all frustrated.

"Know what?" I played innocent. Oh shit. They know. "You take marijuana." Niall cringe. "Why!" Louis yell. Veins stuck out of his neck. "I- I- Louis, that was the only-"

"Why can't you find someone else?! Why can't you love someone else?!" He yells. "We've tried setting you up with the cheesiest guys like Matt, the toughest guys, the guys that are nothing like him, it doesn't work! Why?!" Louis yells. "Because nothing would work! I love Matt! I'll probably only love him for the rest of my life and live with a dog or something until I die!"

"Emma. We care about you. Why are you doing this?" Zayn buries his hands into his face. "Because I don't deserve your care! I don't deserve someone to love me! I don't deserve someone to care about me! Maybe I don't even need to bother to get a dog." And without thinking, I ran out of the flat, through the halls, into the elevator, and up to the roof. This was it.

Harry's p.o.v.

"Guys! She's going up to the roof!!" Louis yelled from outside the flat. "How do you know?" Niall jumped up. "She pressed the up button, so unless she knows someone that's a floor higher than us or something, she's going to the roof!" He screamed before we all scurried for the stairs.

"And how did you become so smart?" I asked before running faster up the last few steps and bursting the door open to find Emma... Standing on the edge.

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"Emma?" Liam whispered gesturing for us to stay still. "Let me go! I want to be with Matt! But probably wouldn't cause he's probably in heaven and I'll probably go to hell!" I raised my eyes at her arms. She must've taken off her jacket whilst running up here cause she was in only a T-shirt and her scars on her arms were visible. Some even looked fresh.

"Don't jump." Shay whimpered. Her voice cracked and Zayn took a step forward. "We can talk this out, Emma. Talking gets mental problems fixed." I didn't even notice it but I was now two feet from her. "Breathe, Em's. maybe Matt wasn't the one for you. Maybe it is fate that..." Louis started but decided to shut up for the good of a life.

"I'm terrible even now! Even if I do live, what would I live for? The photographer for One Direction who does marijuana, who has a screwed up life, who doesn't deserve anything good?" She yelled before she turned around and jumped.

Emma's p.o.v.

My stomach fell to a pit. Goodbye life. Hello hell. I was about to tumble down when a hand caught my wrist. "Harry!" Voices yelled before I stopped falling and was about 500 feet dangling above traffic. "I got you. I got you." Harry breathed and looked at me in the eyes. They seemed more green than usual.

Slowly, minute by minute, we got pulled up. "Harry, what did you think that you were doing? Thank god that Zayn has good reflexes!" Liam scolded. My head felt light. I was being hugged by fuzzy blotches before everything went dark.

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Credits to @littlemissfickle628 who thought of this! So shout out to her! I'll try to get this story as less depressing as possible but SOMEONE thought that Emma wasn't too dark or depressed ;D you know who I'm talking about if you're that person.

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