My old friend (One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Injuries revealed

Harry left the room after I told him I needed time to rest and think. I drifted in and out of painful sleep for a few hours. Harry occasionally came into the room to check on me but I usually pretended I was asleep to avoid awkwardness and me probaly falling asleep while he was talking to me.

Finally, I realised I should probably get up as my injuries were still bleeding and I was in desperate need of a shower. I didn't want to bother anyone so I sat in the room waiting for Harry to come back in so I could ask him. It was weird seeing him after all these years, and I was still contemplating whether to forgive him or not. He had sounded really sorry, but I just didn't know if I was ready to forgive him that easily.

I took the spare time I had awake, to examine the room I had been in for the past couple of hours. The walls were lime green, and I was lying on a large, soft double bed with a white bed sheet and a green blanket at the bottom of the bed. Apart from the bed, the only things in the room, were a small wardrobe on the right hand side and a desk/dressing table on the other side of the door.

After about an hour Harry walked in, obviously trying to be quiet in case I was asleep. As soon as he saw that I was awake, he rushed to my bedside.

"Emma! You're awake! You were asleep for ages. Do you need anything? Oh God, you must be starving! I'll get you some-" I cut Harry off as he rambled.

"Harry, I'm fine, I'm not hungry." I lied. "I was just wondering if I could possibly have a shower?" I asked politely, trying not to look into his eyes.

"Um, yeah of course. You can use mine. Hang on I'll just get you a towel." He said hurrying out of the room.

He came back a few minutes later with a light pink towel. I tried to get up but searing pain shot through my entire body and I yelped and scrunched my eyes up, trying not to cry. Strong hands were suddenly on my back and shoulders, helping me get into a sitting position. I opened my eyes to see Harry looking at me, his face creased with concern.

"Emma? Are you okay?" He asked, sounding extremely worried.

"Yeah, I'm okay, but I might need some help getting to the bathroom?" I said, as more of a request than a statement.

"Yeah of course." He replied quickly. I could tell he wanted to ask how I got all my injuries, and what they all were, but I think he knew I didn't want to talk about it, so he kept his mouth shut. He placed one of his hands on my lower back, and the other was wrapped around my unharmed arm. He helped me stand and then we slowly started to walk in the direction (ONE DIRECTION HAHA sorry carry on) of my door.

After the first step, my foot screamed in pain, and I had to slap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from yelling out. This time I couldn't stop a few tears leaking out of my eyes. As soon as Harry noticed this his face hardened in determination and before I knew what was happeing I was being gently picked up, bridal style.

In too much pain to complain, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and sighed. We were in a hallway suddenly and I looked around me. I could vaguely hear voices downstairs, and someone was laughing. Harry walked into what I presumed was his bedroom. He placed me down gently, but didn't let go of me in case I fell.

"This is the bathroom, love." Harry told me quietly, gesturing towards the door infront of me. "Do you think you can manage alright in there?" Harry asked and I blushed furiously before nodding.

"I think I'll be okay Harry, thanks though." I replied, leaning against the doorway and stepping into the large bathroom.

"Wait, do you have anyhting to change into?" He enquired just as I was about to close the door. He actually had a point... I hadn't thought about that. I shook my head, no.

He chuckled, "Okay, I guess I'll just have to give you some of my clothes then." He walked over to a chest of drawers and started rumaging through them while I waited, still leaning my entire weight against the doorway.

"That should do the trick!" He exclaimed, looking triumphant as he handed me a t shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I thanked him before hobbling into the bathroom and shutting the door. It was quite a struggle getting my clothes off, but I eventually managed.

I stood in only my underwear and stared into the body length mirror at my scarred body.

Running all the way up my side were big black, purple and blue bruises, the same colour as the hand shaped one on my throat from where my Uncle had nearly strangled me. The long cut on my arm had stopped bleeding but there was blood smeared all the way along it. The gash on my face looked pretty much the same, but was darkened slightly by the bruises behind it. My foot had swelled up to twice its size, covered in black and blue. It was most definately broken. My back stung like crazy so I tried to turn around to see it but in doing so managed to slip and land not only on my broken ribs, but also on my broken foot and slit arm.

I couldn't hep myself, I screamed out in agony, and almost immediately there was pounding on the door. NO! No one could see me like this!

"Emma? What happened? What's wrong? Are you alright? EMMA?" I heard Harry's panicked voice coming from the other side of the door. I couldn't reply so I just cried.

"Right that's it, I'm coming in!" Harry shouted, and before I could do anyhting he had flung the door open revealing me lying on the floor, bruises, scars and wounds all in full view.

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