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

Chapter 27- You're the Reason

Emma's p.o.v.

Everything was dark. It was as if I lost my sight... And my sense of touch. But I could hear and smell. Hell, I can smell. The clean rubber and metal scent reeked through my nose. "We need blood transfers." An official and unfamiliar voice said sternly. "She's loosing too much blood. How did a fan get a pocket knife into the cinema?" There were murmurs of confused responses.

"How's Paul?" Shay asked trying to change the subject. "A broken wrist, scars everywhere, and a black eye." The formal voice spoke. "So back to Emma needing blood. Emma is blood type AB+. Anyone with blood types AB or O can donate."

(A/N: O is a universal blood donor. Yes I listen to science)

There were a few murmurs and finally, Louis and Liam spoke. "We'll do it." And everything went silent.

Harry's p.o.v.

She was almost killed. She has a deep concussion. How couldn't security check that 'fan's' shoe? Why would the 'fan' do this?

****FLASHBACK****

"I would!" We finished and I noticed that most of the crowd was screaming and running away from a crowd of girls. My heart dropped. That was where Emma was suppose to stand to take the photos.

"Take that, bitch!"

"You deserve it!"

I heard some of the girls yell. "Emma!" I yelled, forgetting that I still had the microphone close to my mouth. The lads a d I rushed down offstage. "OHMYGOSH! GUYS! FORGET ABOUT THIS WORTHLESS BITCH! ONE DIRECTION ARE HERE!" A girl yelled. She had a pocket knife in her hand. "I'll deal with this slut. Go! Go!" The mound of girls came running at us.

"Lights out, motherfucker." She laughed before slitting Emma on her thigh. Blood sputtered out whilst security grabbed her from behind and took away the knife. "Harry!!" Girls yelled in my face. I got scratches all over my arms and lipstick from kisses all over my face.

And I could do nothing about it except watch Emma bleed.

****PRESENT TIME****

The girl was from some mental home who somehow got stabbed three teachers to get to the concert. Okay, so the three teachers must hate One Direction, now. She is now locked behind special bars... I think.

Liam and Louis winced whilst holding their arm with a piece of cotton. "Thanks. It means a lot to me." I smiled gratefully at the both of them. "It's okay, Harry. The doctor just wants us eating a lot of dairy products after this." Louis smiled.

I nodded and promised to make them pasta when we got home. "I'll allow visiting see as its safer in the room because of paparazzi." Dr. Brick smiled. We all thanked him a d crammed through the door.

Emma laid there. Still. Almost lifeless. It's you, Harry. Look at what happened to your girlfriend. Has this ever happened to Shay? Or Eleanor? Or Danielle? Or Perrie? No. But it happened to your girlfriend.

A bloodbag was hanging next to her along with an IV. "Look! It's Liam's blood!" Louis whispered chuckling to himself. "It says AB here!" Way to make it more awkward than it already is, Louis.

Niall ushered me towards Emma. "Go. Talk to her. She may be able to hear you." Zayn whispers.

"Emma?" I sat down in the chair next to her, frozen, as if I was going to break her if I touched her. "I'm so, so sorry, Baby Doll." My hand reached for hers and brought it up to my face where I nuzzled into her hand.

"Wake up. Please." I kissed her fingertips and squinted at the chain around her neck that was tucked under her hospital gown. My fingers trailed her neck as I pulled the necklace on top of the gown.

It was the camera necklace.

The one I gave to her for Christmas.

Tears suddenly start running down my cheeks and onto my shirt. "I'm terrible. I'm I terrible person. You don't deserve this, Emma." I bawled.

"Harry, calm down. It's not your fault." Shay pats me shoulder. "But I'm the reason she's here." I protested.

"You're the reason she's alive right now. If it were not for you grabbing her off the roof of that hospital, she wouldn't be here, now."

"Shay's right. Harry, this isn't your fault. It's all that psychotic girl."

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A bit unrealistic, I know, but it creates some drama! This is not suppose to offend anyone in any way. But keep in mind that the girl was crazy. The fans... were just being hateful.