Suicidal

XI

"I know what you did to that boy in 2009." I decided to listen in on Emerson  and Noel's conversation. My mind drifts off the purple flowers the blossomed all over her body, I knew my father did it. Force of habit I guess, I mean he almost killed his wife. My mother, the only person I loved in the world besides him.  But Emerson reminded me of him, outspoken, loud, charismatic, her smile was one you longed for. I make my way up the stairs, I get to my office and search Emerson's name. I only know her first name, so this will be interesting.

(Present) I  cross my arms over my chest raising my eyebrows, "Are you going to tell me Emerson?" She shakes her head. "You will tell me, and don't even bother lying." She looks down, picking at her nails. She can be very rude at times, and it aggravates me. "No." Her voice barely above a whisper, I sigh standing from the bed and walking out the door. I needed a drink.
E M I L Y ' S    P O V
After he left, I cried for what felt like the tenth time today. I was going to relapse unless I got something in my system. I swiftly stand from the bed, walking down stairs looking for the alcohol. I search the kitchen before looking in the study, I took a large bottle of caramel coloured liquid off of the table. I take a look at the white label
Spirytus polish vodka 192 proof  I quickly spin off the cap, pouring a glass of the clear liquid. I have never drank so this should be interesting, I raise the glass to my nose immediately greeted by the strong scent. "Bottoms up." I encourage myself, chuckling I raise the glass to my lips, I grant the liquid entrance. It burns as it slides down my throat, a take another long drink, another, and another. Pretty soon, the whole bottle is empty I feel warm and cozy. A sort of buzz at the pit of my stomach, I lazily smile. I love Harry's couches, they're so pretty. I slowly shuffle my way out of the room, I hold on to the wall for support. "Harry?" I call out, I hope he's here. I see the beautiful man walk to the banister and stand watching me. "I have a bone to pick with you." I hiccup, he smiles. God his teeth are perfect. "Oh really." He crosses his arms over his shirtless body, leaning on the banister, I see a large butterfly spread it's wings out across his chest, I notice the two swallows perched under his collerbone. "Please inform me on the bone you have to pick with me."
I groan "You." I point to him, my words a drunken mix"Are a beautiful human being, you are also an ass." I stumble before regaining my footing. He smiles, "You think that your f-financé is good." He laughs, "Emerson, it's fiancé and I don't want to marry her." I smile, "Then marry me Mr. Perfect." He stiffens before brushing it off. "Emerson how much have you had to drink." He's so nosey. "You probably drank too." I whine, sounding like a three year old.
"Yeah but I can handle this kind of stuff."
"So can I!" I argue back, my voice raising in pitch. "Let's get you to bed Em, you've had a rough night."
"Harry?" I close my eyes.
"Yes love?" He turns to face me.
"I have to pee."  I slur, he smiles, shaking his head. "I'll help you to the bathroom." He snakes an arm around my waist. I suck in a breath, we reach the door before he releases his grip. "I'll be waiting okay?" I quickly close the door before pausing in front of the mirror, knowing that if I see the bruises or scars I will have a mental breakdown. I quickly relieve myself and wash my hands, I open the door and smile at Harry. "That was a great piss." I practically yell, he pulls me by my hand to him, wrapping his arms around me. I stop when we reach my room, but he pulls me towards his room. "I'll sleep on the  couch, you sleep in here." He says letting go of me to search for a shirt of his. I slip out of my clothes, sitting on his bad clad in only panties and a bra. He turns, his eyes raking my body slowly before looking into my eyes. "Please stay." I slur, lazily closing my eyes. "A-are you sure?" I nod, leaning back on the headboard. He quickly strides to the other side of the bed, pulling the blankets around his body. I slide under the sheets, scooting closer to Harry. "Can we please just cuddle?" I whisper, my eyes flit open to meet Harry's. He pulls me close to him, our legs intertwine, I slowly stroke his chin. "Harry?"
"Yes love?"
"You're the guy with the butterfly tattoo who gives me butterflies." Be laughs, his pink tongue swipes over his rose coloured lips. I slowly lean in, my breathing grows ragged and short. He closes the space between us, our lips connected as the world fades away. The butterflies in my stomach reach my to my heart making it beat faster, his soft rose lips send shock waves down my body. His minty breath has a hint of alcohol in it, our lips dance in sync. Molding perfectly together, he pulls away. "Will you tell me what happened in 2009?" I fiddle with my hands, "I'm not ready to dig up the past." I sigh, pushing the hair out of my face. "You will eventually have to tell me Emerson."
"I know." mumble. He pulls me close to him, snaking his arms around me. "But let's sleep first." I nod, feeling a sense of belonging in his arms.
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