Emily's POV
I paced back and forth on the roof, contemplating what I was about to do. Tears streamed down my face, and the harsh wind froze them there, and it chilled me to the bone. I tried to wipe the tears away, but I was only greeted with the cuts on my wrists that made me cry even more, and remember what a stuff up I am. My long red hair blew into my face, and as soon as I got it out and tucked it behind my ears, it would go straight back into my face. I pulled a band from my wrist and tied it back messily, as the thoughts haunted my mind again.
Just do it. Just jump off the bloody building. No one cares about me anyway. My family don't even love me, they left me with the bloody maid so they can focus on their damn money. I don't have any friends, they all hated me and tormented me in school, so I have no one. Nobody even realises that there's anything wrong, and if they do, they don't care and they don't do anything about it. I have nothing to live for. So just jump.
Tears streamed down my face, and I heard myself sobbing loudly. I paced around the roof again, and buried my hands in my pockets, trying to get some kind of warmth. I shuffled my feet in my spot, and started to walk over to the ledge. I climbed on to it and stared down at the afternoon London traffic. I wondered if any of them could see me, and if they cared. Probably not. To everyone else, I was just another depressed 18 year old girl.
I took a deep breath, and let my body shake with coldness and sobs, and I closed my eyes. I turned my body so that I was standing with my back to the traffic and I stood there for about 30 seconds before I took another deep breath and moved closer to the edge. I could feel one of my feet start to come off the side, and I knew I was close.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I heard a voice scream at me, and I whipped my eyes open, and they widened when I realised who was yelling at me.
(Louis' POV)
"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled out to her, much harsher than I intended, and her eyes whipped open, widening when she realised it was me yelling at her.
"What does it friggin well look like?" she yelled at me, tears streaming down her face. I didn't even know this girl, and it pained me to see how broken she was.
"Either you're pretending to be a bird and seeing London from above, or you're about to jump and kill yourself.." I said, moving closer to her slowly. "I hope it's the first one," I added feebly.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you," she spat to me. She breathed in, and her body was wracked with sobs.
"What's your name, love?" I asked her softly, my voice faltering with terror.
"Emily. I don't see why it matters though." she spat to me between sobs.
"I'd like to know who I'm trying to help, that's all," I said evenly, and moved closer to her.
"I don't need any help, Louis." she said, her voice full of bitterness.
"You know who I am then?" I asked her, my voice even and more calm than before.
"Of course I know who you bloody well are, you're Louis Tomlinson from One Direction," she said quietly, and I was just able to hear her over the whistling of the wind. "I really love you guys," she added, and I smiled weakly and tried to reason with her.
"Look, Emily, I know you probably don't want any help right now, but please come down here and talk to me. Please," I begged her, my voice calm and even, showing no signs of faltering like it did a moment ago.
"You only want me down there so you can tell the world you saved a mental girl from killing herself," she spat, her voice bitter.
"That's so far from the truth. I'd never tell anyone about this, not for publicity or whatever. I want you to come down so I can help you, honestly." I replied calmly.
