The Dark Side

Chapter 22~ The Dark Side

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Emily's POV:

One week has passed since my little break down with Jason. I haven't had anymore hallucinations but I can't phase the thought of not seeing Harry. One week has passed and I haven't seen Harry once. I craved seeing him, hearing his voice, but I was obedient to Mr. Johnson's rules. I don't know what stopped me. Maybe it was my lethargic attitude towards life. Maybe it was because I knew Jason truly cares about me. Maybe it was because I was trying to talk myself out of being in love with Harry. But I knew I couldn't do that. I was in love with him and I could never break that connection. No matter how hard I tried.

"Emily?", Jason called from the breakfast table as he rapidly shook his hand in front of my face. "Hmm.", I mumbled as I came back to reality. "Nice of you to join us.", Jason chuckled as I dozed off back into my thoughts of Harry. "EM!", Jason yelled snapping me out of my thoughts once again. "What?", I questioned annoyed. "You okay?", he questioned. "Just peachy.", I said sarcastically while running a hand through my messy hair. "You have been really distant this past week.", Mr. Johnson spoke. "What's it to you?", I snapped. "Emily.", he warned. "I'm done.", I spoke before jumping out of my chair and running outside. I didn't exactly know where I was going, but I had to leave. I needed to clear my mind.

Thoughts flooded my mind. Thoughts of Harry, school, my mother, skating, Jason; all flooded my mind. A pounding sensation was formed in my head while my vision clouded from developing tears. I sprinted harder till I collapsed to the ground, breathing heavy and spilling tears onto the grey cement. Everything in my life seemed broken. Nothing seemed right.

I just layed on the sidewalk like a dead armadillo as people passed by giving strange disapproving looks. I didn't care though. I would never be good enough for anyone. Why would I have to try to please complete strangers and fake a smile and hide my feelings? Don't they understand that society is the reason millions of young people are taking their lives? Maybe if they would stop judging more people would be happier. It's not like people want these things to happen to them. Feelings and people push them to have these things happen to them.

I pro bally layed there for twenty minutes before I decided to act like a normal blank person. I pulled myself up from the ground and dragged myself across the sidewalk; not knowing where I was going. I tossed my head slowly to the right and back to the left. Why did life have to be so complicated?

I kept walking on that sidewalk for another 40 minutes. (although it felt like 8 hours) I kept my view at my flip flops. That is until my head bumped into something really hard. "Shit I'm sorry! Are you okay?", A British accent spoke.

I slightly looked up. "Emily?", he asked again. "Mhm.", I spoke. "Are you okay love?", he asked with concern. "Yeah I'm great Louis.", I mumbled. "Are you sure about that?", Louis whispered. That's when everything hit me. I was not okay. I knew if I were to open my mouth I would burst out in tears once again, so I kept my mouth shut as I gave him a thumbs up. "Emily?", Louis asked grabbing my arm. I shut my eyes and squeezed them together. "Listen, Harry....he....really misses you love.", Louis spoke. I opened my eyes a little letting a couple of tears fall down my face. "I miss him too.", I choked out. "Aw Emily come here.", Louis spoke as he gestured me towards him before wrapping his arms around me pulling me close to him. "Can I see Harry?", I whispered as Louis kept his arms secured around me. "Of....", Louis started before being interrupted by flashes and crowds of people.

"LOUIS WHO IS THIS?"

"ARE YOU DUMPING ELEANOR?"

"IS THIS YOUR NEW GIRLFRIEND?"

"DOES ELEANOR KNOW?"

"DID YOU HIRE A PROSTITUTE?"

"STEP UP FROM ELEANOR. HUH?"

"IS THIS ANOTHER BEARD?"

I looked around at all the paparazzi in shock. "Where did they come from?", I asked. Instead of answering my question Louis grabbed my hand pulling me behind him as he ran away from the aggressive paparazzi. "LOUIS WHERE ARE WE GOING?", I yelled as he yanked my arm to follow him. "SOMEWHERE.", he yelled back. He continued to pull me till he yanked me down to the ground behind a bush near their apartment. "I think we lost them.", he whispered. "Yeah.", I panted. "You okay love?", he asked. "Yeah, the pictures are they..?", I started. "Yep. They will be out but its okay.", He finished. "I'm so sorry Louis. This is all my fault.", I whispered. "No, Emily this is not your fault at all!", Louis said with a smile. "But it is.", I mumbled. "Emily. Look at me. This is not your fault!", he said again. "I'm so sorry.", I pleaded again. "I feel like all you ever do is apologize.", Louis spoke. "Well everything is always my fault.", I whispered shifting my view to the ground.

Louis's POV;

"Well everything is always my fault.", she whispered shifting her view to the ground. I didn't know how to respond to that. How could one girl feel so low about herself? She was beautiful. Why would she think anything less than that? She looked so vulnerable, so hurt, so broken. She was so gorgeous.

Louis you love Eleanor, I thought. But this girl in front of me was special, unique.

Louis, Eleanor is your girlfriend. Harry loves Emily. I love Eleanor. Eleanor loves me. Emily loves Harry, I thought.

But for some reason these thoughts seemed meaningless as I tilted her chin up and leaned in.

"What's up mate?", an angry voice stated making me jump up from the ground. This is why I should really listen to my thoughts.