Louis' POV
"Louis, fuck off and leave me alone!" Em yelled from her spot in the bed. I tried to sit back down and ask her what's wrong, but she shot me a dirty look and threw my pillow at me and started to cry.
This was one of her bad days. They always came as a shock to me, because they were out of nowhere, like today. Yesterday she was over the moon, having just scored a record deal and singing to us all. She was happy yesterday. But you've just gotta grin and bear it. I tried one more time to get her to open up.
"Darlin, please just tell me what's wrong," I pleaded and slid down to be at head level with her.
"LEAVE ME ALONE LOUIS, I'M NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD FOR ANYTHING TODAY! JUST GET OUT OF THE FUCKING BEDROOM!" she screamed at me, and sobbed into her pillow, and I flinched at her words and how she was shutting me out.
I sighed and went downstairs, only to be greeted by raised eyebrows from Harry and Zayn.
"Everything okay?" Harry asked, with a sympathetic look. He squeezed my shoulders as I walked past him and into the kitchen.
"Yeah, just one of her bad days," I sighed and shook my head as I filled a glass of water.
"It'll be okay man, things'll be fine tomorrow," Zayn said to me with a smile, and I sighed again and got Em's tablet from the foil container.
"I hope so, it's just hard, y'know?" I said, and got sympathetic nods from them and I headed back upstairs into the bedroom with the glass of water and her tablet.
"Em, darlin, you've gotta take your tablet," I said softly, and I saw her huddled into the blankets, her body heaving with sobs. She sat up and looked at me with wet, tired eyes and shot me a dirty look.
One thing I hate about her bad days, is that she always takes them out on me, and I feel terrible even though I haven't done anything wrong. She always gets angry at me, and shuts me out, and it kills me to know that it's virtually impossible to help her on one of those days. She took the tablet from me and then took the glass of water and swallowed her tablet.
"Show me," I said simply, and she didn't move. "Show me your mouth, Em," I said softly and she shot me another dirty look.
"Do you really think that I would pretend to swallow the fucking tablet?" she spat, causing me to flinch at the bitterness in her voice.
"Emily, just please show me," I asked again, and she opened her mouth wide. "Lift your tongue up," I told her softly, and she did and the little white tablet was under her tongue. I sighed and shook my head.
"Emily, swallow the tablet," I told her, with the smallest hint of sternness to my voice. She flinched when I called her Emily, because she's so used to me calling her Em, she knows if I call her Emily I'm not happy.
She sighed and rolled the tablet onto her tongue and took another gulp of water and swallowed the tablet, opening her mouth by herself to show me this time, and she lifted up her tongue and there was no tablet to be seen. Thank god. I sighed and set the glass of water on the table beside her.
I wanted to badly to be able to comfort her, to reach out and stroke her beautiful red hair, to kiss her nose and tell her it'll be okay, and to just hold her. But she wouldn't let me anywhere near her. She shot me another dirty look as I stayed in the room, not wanting to leave her. I walked around silently, cleaning up a little, removing any harmful objects I found. She glared at me as I did this, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, not trusting her today.
I headed to all the bathrooms and collected all the sharp and harmful things and went downstairs to give them to Harry to do something with, but instead I found Liam, who'd raised his eyebrows when he saw the basket of stuff I was carrying. I know it's unlikely she'd try anything, but I'd rather be safe than sorry, because you never know what could happen.
