Louis' POV
In all honesty, I was really hurt that Em didn't tell me that she'd taken a razor to her wrist. It was hard to have to find out through a rack of magazines and a bunch of people screaming at me. I felt bad for getting so upset with her, and basically starting an argument with her, but I just wish that she would've at least told me she'd done it in the first place, or at least told me she was feeling like shit.
Two weeks had passed since we got home from America, and things were pretty much back to normal, and things were the same as they were before, with Em and I. Things were nowhere near as awkward as they were in the hotel room the day the world found out about her cutting, and we were inseparable again. But ever since she cut in America and didn't tell anyone about it, I've been really worried about her, and fear that she's either doing it again, or she will do it again.
"Why are you just lying there?" Em asked, laughing as she walked into our bedroom after her shower.
"I couldn't be bothered getting up," I laughed, and pulled the cover closer to my chin. "It's your birthday soon!" I said excitedly, and she sighed.
"It is indeed, and before you ask, I don't want anything!" she laughed and got changed into a frilly grey dress with flats , as she was going out with Danielle today for some shopping or something.
"Em, I'm buying you something, like it or not," I laughed and threw a pillow at her, and she shot me a fake death stare and threw it back at me, laughing.
"Fine, but I'm not telling you what I want!" she exclaimed, tugging her shoes on, and winding the scarf around her neck, and I couldn't help but laugh at her stubbornness.
"Fine, I'll ask Danielle when you're not around!" I retorted, sticking my tongue out at her and fluffed my pillow again.
"Ugh, you're such a child sometimes," she laughed and walked over to me. "I'm leaving now, bye darl," she smiled and planted a quick kiss on my lips before turning around to leave.
"Bye! I love you!" I called after her, and she turned around at the door smiling.
"I love you too!" she laughed, and turned back around and I listened to the clunks of her heels down the stairs before I rolled over and went back to sleep again, laughing inwardly at Em and her ways.
(Emily's POV)
I sat in Danielle's passenger seat as we drove into town, chatting non stop the whole way. I always loved hanging out with Danielle, because nothing was ever awkward, and whatever was happening at that time, she didn't judge, and she could always make me feel better.
(Danielle was wearing http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_54/set?id=41853966)
"So how are you coping with things, has the media died down yet?" she asked me with a worried look on her face as we approached a red light.
"I'm alright, I haven't actually cut since we were in America.. the media won't leave it alone though," I sighed. It was understandable though, they were always taking pictures of me, scrutinising over my arms. They needed their story, and wouldn't leave me alone until they got it.
"I'm not surprised about that actually," Danielle laughed slightly, and I couldn't help but smile. The media was a crazy thing.
We continued chatting, and before we knew it we were parked and ready to get out of the car. As soon as Danielle turned the car off we watched the paparazzi and the media swarm around us, and I already felt jumpy. Usually I was alright with them, smiling and being nice and polite, but today neither of us were in the mood for it. We looked at each other with a grimace, and we both opened our doors and met each other at the front of the car as quickly as we could and we walked as quickly as we could through them all, dropping into a café for a coffee.
