My old friend (One Direction fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Meeting the boys

Emma's POV

Harry's face broke into the biggest smile I've seen for a long time on anyone, and he ran to my bedside and knelt beside it, the smile never leaving his face.

"Thank you so much Emma, I promise I won't let you down." He told me before adding, "You realise if you weren't injured I would have suffocated you with a hug by now." He grinned as my mouth twitched and stretched into a smile. A real smile. Not a smile etched onto my face to please people. Not forced. I smiled for real. He actually made me happy.

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I slept for the entire time that Harry and his band were at the signing and only woke to drink the huge glass of water Harry had left for me, after that I soon fell back asleep. I was woken by the abrupt sound of someone slamming the door, before cheerful voices entered the house, laughing and chatting together. I waited patiently for Harry to come upstairs, trying to ignnore my pain.

After what seemed like ages to me, but probably a few minutes to him, Harry opened the door. He saw me and he smiled, but it soon turned into a frown when he saw the uneaten sandwhiches on the table beside the bed.

"You didn't eat your sandwhiches." He said looking sad and disappointed. I felt bad but didn't let it faze me as I knew I didn't need any more food. I made up a quick excuse.

"Oh, yeah, I'm really sorry Harry I just don't feel too well." I told him apologetically. He nodded in understanding but he still looked a little disappointed.

"Oh, well, that's okay I guess.." He said unsurely, "Now, do you still want that shower?"

Wow, with all the drama and pain, I had completely forgotten about the shower that I still needed so badly.

I nodded and he smiled. He gently carried me to the bathroom and made sure I was completely and utterly safe, before shutting the door. I turned on the shower and clenched my fists in pain as the hot water burned down on my injuries. Apart from the burning sensation that covered my entire body, this time, the shower went slightly better, and I managed to wash proficiently before getting out.

The clothes that Harry had given me were still laying on the bathroom floor, left from my first failed attempt at showering. I changed at a slow pace, trying to reduce the amount of pain as I put on the large tracksuit trousers and Jack Wills hoodie. The trousers were nearly double the length of my legs, and the hoodie sleeves came to about two inches longer than my fingertips.

I slowly opened the door, and Harry was by my side before I could blink. He helped me sit on the bed, and I sighed as I sat down.

"How do you feel?" Harry murmured, one of his large hands rubbing my knee.

"I've been better." I admitted, chuckling slightly, before wincing and deciding laughing wasn't a good idea. "But I have to say, that shower did help." I told him afterwards, and he grinned.

"I'm glad. Now, Emma, how would you like to meet my band?" He asked me, his green eyes twinkling. "Properly." He added, and I remembered when I glimpsed a sight of them all in front of the house before I fainted.

The thought excited me, but then suddenly I grew very nervous. Here I was, in Harry's old clothes, my hair still wet, and covered in bruises and cuts. Downstairs, however, there were four famous celebrities, probably with perfect looks, personalities and everything. What if they don't like me? What if I'm not good enough? What if they laugh at me? I can't do this.. I thought, but it turned out, I had been voicing my thoughts aloud, because Harry suddenly said,