My old friend (One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Those words I've been waiting for

"Harry!" I shrieked trying to cover up my body with my arms. The pain was almost unbearable, and I was crying heavily, but right now this seemed more important.

He just stood, in the doorway, staring at me in shock, his eyes trailing up and down my body. (A/N NOT IN A CREEPY WAY YOU PERVERTS)

I curled up into a ball, sobbing, still trying to hide my broken figure from Harry. Luckily he couldn't see my back because that probably looked worse than everything he culd see. I felt like I had been stabbed in the ribs, and every time I put any pressure on them, the knife was only going further in. After about five minutes of silence, apart from the sound of me crying, I dared to look up. Harry was in exactly the same position as he was the last time I saw him, but this time he had tears rolling down his cheeks, and his green eyes were full of despair.

He saw me looking up at him and he knelt to the ground in front of me, still crying,

"Emma, who did this to you?" He asked, rubbing his thumb softly over my knuckles, tears splashing down onto my arm. I just shook my head and he seemed to understand that I couldn't tell him now. He put his arm under my legs slowly and the other under my back. Being careful not to hurt me, he picked me up and sat me down on the bathroom counter. He picked up a washcloth and ran it under the cold tap before walking back over to me.

"This is going to hurt, so I'm sorry." He warned, and I nodded. He gently started to run the cloth across the cut on my arm, and I hissed.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry." Harry started apologizing madly as he continued to clean the knnife wound. After that he did the same with my face, and put the cloth down next to me. He helped me off the counter and I turned around. Just as I did so I heard a sharp intake of breath from behind me and I whipped around to face Harry. His eyes were wide with horor and I realised he must have seen my back.

"Y-your back." He stuttered.

"Yeah I know." I said, looking down.

"Who cut that into your back?" He asked, still horrified, and my blood ran cold. My Uncle had written something into my back?

"What does it say?" I asked quietly, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

Harry was crying himself again as he told me,

"It says,.... ' I OWN YOU' " He told me, and that's when I fainted.

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When I woke up, I had been put into Harry's bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding my hand.

"Oh Thank God." He sighed when he saw my open eyes. "I was so worried."

"I have to go to a signing with the rest of the boys in my band." He explained, drying his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. He sighed, "I asked management if I could stay but they said I had to go, I'm sorry." I gave him a weak smile.

"It's okay Harry." I whispered.

"As soon as we get back I'm taking you to the hospital. I brought you some food and water." He gestured to the plate of sandwhiches and tall glass of water on the table beside the bed. "Just please try not to leave this bed. I don't want you getting even more hurt." Harry said gently, looking into my eyes. I nodded. He stood up and walked to the doorway.

"Bye Emma." He said.

"Bye Harry." Just as he turned to leave I knew what I had to do.

"Wait! Harry!" I called, my voice hoarse.