Everything About You ➳ l.p

15} Stitches

♡ Harry's POV ♡

I watched as Emily fell down the stairs. She tumbled and rolled, when she finally hit the bottom she was deathly still.

"Emily?!" I called out as I rushed to her side.

I didn't see the big gash along her head until I got closer. A pool of blood quickly began to spill out of the deep cut and surround her limp body. I was afraid to touch her and my hands hovered over her body hesitantly.

"Emily can you hear me?!" I asked frantically.

Her eyelids slowly started to shut as I began to panic.

"Stay with me Em. Don't close your eyes." I pleaded squeezing her hand, but just as I got the sentence out they fluttered shut.

"What the hell happened out here?!" Zayn screamed joining Louis and Niall, who I hadn't noticed come to hover over me and Emily.

"She slipped and fell." I stated snatching my mobile from my pocket only to realize Louis was already on his.

"What did she slip on?"

"I don't know!"

"Harry calm down mate. Freaking out isn't going to lighten the situation." Niall says.

I quickly looked around to find what she might have slipped on. I trailed my eyes up the stairs and a few steps up there was a shirt crumpled up.

"She had to of slipped on that shirt." I said nodding my head at the shirt.

All three heads turned to look at the staircase as I continued to search Emily's lifeless body. Within a few minutes sirens could be heard coming down the street. Footsteps pounded in the hallway above us and Liam appeared at the staircase.

"What in god's name-" He began but I cut him off.

"She slipped and fell down the stairs." I said.

"How?!"

"On someone's shirt that was lying there."

Liam raced down the stairs and just as he squatted down beside me there was a knock on the door. Niall ran to answer it and paramedics poured in through the door seconds later. Two wheeled in a stretcher the others carrying a series of first aid kits. After dressing the cut on her head they lifted her onto the stretcher. Liam stood in the corner biting his lower lip and clenching his fists so hard they were turning white.

"Liam are you alright?" Niall asks and Liam looks up at him.

"No I'm not all right... This is all my fault." He said looking back to the ground again.

"Liam... You couldn't have possibly put that shirt there on purpose for her to slip on." Louis cuts in.

"I'm not talking about the god damn shirt! I yelled at her! Again! She got mad and stormed off... She probably wasn't being careful. That's the third person."

"What do you mean? The third person?" Zayn asks.

"The third person I've hurt tonight..." He says softly.

"Three? But Emily wasn't your fault and Zayn-?" Niall says but Liam made a noise that stopped him mid-sentence. It sounded like a mixture between a laugh and a scowl.

"If you can remember I also hurt Harry..."

That's true... He did call me a man whore. I never knew that Liam would say that to my face. Or say it at all for that matter... But he did. I'll admit it did hurt, but not as bad as Zayn...

"Liam, Emily was not your fault." I say slowly. "It was just an accident..."

Liam turns away as they wheeled Emily off on the stretcher. I saw a tear streak down his cheek. I wanted desperately to follow Emily and accompany her on the ambulance. But Liam needed me. No matter how mad I was at him, I can't let him blame himself for what just happened.

I slowly walk towards him and as I near closer to him the sirens start to fade away. I put a soft hand on his shoulder and he looked up at me. I give him a small smile that he didn't return.

"I'm so sorry Harry... For everything..." Liam says looking back at the ground.

"Liam it's ok..." I reassure him.

"No it's not. I have no right to call you that. Which you're not. I'm just not right at the moment..."

"Liam I'm fine... You should be worried about Emily."

"I am... But I have to get over her Harry..."

"Why?! Is it because of me?"

"No it's because I keep hurting her. I'm actually glad you kissed her. I realize that she's happier with you." He says sadly.

"What are you saying?!" I protest.

"I'm saying that you can have her Harry! Isn't that what you wanted?!"

"I don't want to take her away from the person she's meant to be with!"

"If you're talking about me you've got it all wrong. We fight more than anything now. Don't tell me you don't want her because you wouldn't have kissed her if you didn't."

"But every couple fights Liam... It's just something that you two have to figure out."

"If you haven't noticed... We're not a couple anymore." He says sadly and walks away.

He glances at Zayn but then quickly walks up the stairs. How could he just drop Emily like that? He really loves her. I can't step in the middle of them like I don't care about his feelings.

Niall had disappeared so I assume he went with Emily. I'm glad he did so she didn't have to be alone.

"Does anyone know Melissa's phone number?" I ask to no one in particular.

"Not me..." Zayn said.

"Sorry Hazz..." Louis apologizes.

"Did Em have her phone with her?" I ask.

"I don't know... Check Liam's room she was in there last." Louis suggests.

"Good idea."

I run up the stairs and walk towards Liam's room. I twist the knob but it stops. Locked...

"Liam? Open up please." U say knocking on the door.

"Why?" He asks and his voices cracks.

"I need to see if Emily's phone is in there."

"Why would it be in here?"

"I don't know maybe she dropped it?"

I heard footsteps and soon Liam hesitantly opened the door. His eyes were bloodshot red and his cheeks glossed with tears. My mouth fell into a frown as he stepped aside and let me in. We searched around the room for Emily's phone.

"Why do you need her phone anyway?" Liam asks looking around on the floor.

"So I can call Melissa..." I reply.

"Oh..."

Silence fell over us again as we continued to look. After a while of searching with no luck I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Emily's number. I heard a very faint ring that sounded like it was downstairs. I quickly walked out, Liam following on my heels.

"I hear it Harry!" Zayn called up the stairs.

I quickly hopped down the steps. As I reached the last step I didn't see the pool of blood where Emily had fell. Louis or Zayn must have cleaned it up. I looked around and the ringing became louder. I saw a light in the corner and picked it up. Sure enough it was Emily's phone.

I hung up mine and prayed that it didn't have a pass code. I quickly swiped the bar and to my disappointment it was locked.

"It's her birthday..." Liam murmured.

"What?" I ask.

"The pass code... It's her birthday."

"And you know this how?" I asked as I searched through my head to remember her birthday.

"Because she locks everything with her birthday." Liam answered.

I typed in 0 - 7 - 0 - 8 and it opened. I maneuvered through her phone and found Melissa's contact. I quickly called her and it started to ring.

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?! Hey Em! I heard about-" she started but I cut her off.

"Melissa it's Harry. Emily is in the hospital." I said.

"What?!"

"She slipped and fell down the stairs. Niall is with her now and the rest of us are going to leave soon."

"Ok! I'll get dressed and meet you there!" She said quickly and hung up.

I locked Emily's phone and shoved it into my pocket. I quickly slid on my white Vans and met Louis and Zayn by the door.

"Liam aren't you coming?" I asked.

"I'll come later. I doubt I'm the one she wants to see at the moment..." Liam says plopping onto the couch.

"Ok... Promise you'll come later?"

"Yeah sure..."

I turned and followed Zayn and Louis to his black Jeep. We climbed in and Louis started backing out before I was fully in the car. I shut the door and he took off down the road.

We arrived back at the hospital and rushed through the doors. I approached the desk first and began to get impatient with the receptionist, who was talking on the phone.

I tapped on the desk with my fingers and cleared my throat trying to signal to her that I was tired of waiting. She finally looked up from underneath her glasses and hung up the phone.

"How can I help you boys?" She asked.

"We're visiting a patient. She was just brought in earlier. Emily Tanner?" I say.

She glances at the computer and quickly types something in on her keyboard.

"Ah yes Ms. Tanner. She's in room 203. I'll get you visitors passes and you'll be on your way." She says.

After getting our passes we hurried to the lifts. When it dinged open we climbed into the unoccupied space. There were two nurses inside with us.

"What floor?" One asked politely.

"Two please." Zayn spoke and she pressed the button.

The doors finally opened and we rushed down the hall. We found Emily's room immediately and Niall was dunked down on the floor with his head in his hands.

"Ni what's up mate?" Louis asks and Niall's head shoots up.

"She's not good..." He says.

"What do you mean?" I ask nervously.

"I mean she's bad... She's unconscious, lost a lot of blood and has bruised ribs." He paused. "She has ten stitches in her head and bruises all over her legs and arms."

"Oh... That's not good." Louis says.

"How come no one told me she self harmed?!" Niall asked angrily, careful not to yell.

His question was met by silence. Louis was shocked but I could tell me and Zayn shared the same guilt. I wish we could have told them.

"Why?" Niall asked again.

"She didn't want Liam to tell anyone..." Zayn speaks up.

"Then how do you know?!"

"Liam disobeyed her and told me."

"So no one bothered to tell anyone else?" Louis asks.

"We couldn't Lou..." I say and he looks at me with a hurtful expression, knowing that I hadn't told him.

"The doctors said that they haven't seen anything this bad... What does that mean?!" He asks. "I wasn't aloud to see... Not until we are able to go in." He says after no one answers him.

I felt bad that Niall and Louis had to find out this way... I would've told them. But as Zayn said, she didn't want us to.

"I just can't believe that she does that. She's such a sweet beautiful girl. Why would she self harm?" Louis asks, turning toward me and Zayn.

"You have to ask her. It's not my business to tell you. She didn't want us to tell you so you should find out for yourself." I said. "I wish I could but I hope you understand..."

"Ya I get it..." Niall says. "Where is he anyway?"

"Liam?" I ask and he nods. "He's coming later... He said that he didn't think that Emily wanted to see him..."

"I doubt that..."

"What?"

"I doubt that she doesn't want to see him. I think he's the first person she wants to see."

I pause. He's right. She's probably scared and hurting. Who better to comfort her than Liam? I mean, I can but not like he could. Even though she won't admit it, I know that she still loves Liam.

The hospital door creaks open and a doctor walks out followed by three nurses. The doctor has a mournful look on his face. Even without him saying a word I could tell it won't be good news.

"I'm so sorry boys... She's in very bad condition. She's lost twenty percent of her blood from the open wound in her head. She has a few bruised ribs but I'm not worried about that. They should heal quickly. She's unconscious and I can't tell you when she'll wake up." He paused and glanced around at all of us. "Boys. Do you know that Emily self harms?"

We were silent. It's not a subject that all of us are comfortable talking about.

"Not until earlier..." Niall mumbled.

"Only some of us knew..." I clarified.

"It's the worst case I've seen in my entire career... She's also at least twenty pounds underweight."

"Thank you sir." Zayn says politely.

"Are we aloud to go in and see her?" Louis asks.

"Yes but be sure not to disturb her..."

"Thank you so much." I say and he nods, walking away down the hallway silently.

We quietly entered the room and it's completely silent except for the steady beat of the heart monitor. She looked so lifeless laying in the hospital bed. I felt almost sick to my stomach looking at her and knowing that there is a possibility that she won't wake up...

The door opened and everyone's heads shot around. Liam slowly walked through the door. His cheeks were stained with tears and his eyes were red, like he's been rubbing them.

"Hey Liam." Niall greeted him.

"Hey... So what's the verdict?" He asks.

"She's unconscious, has ten stitches, a couple if bruised ribs and little bruises all over her body." I answer.

"When will she wake up?"

"Even the doctor doesn't know mate... There's no way to tell. We just have to wait and see." Louis says.

Liam walks over to the chair next to the window and sits down. He gazes out the window totally lost in thought. He hasn't looked at Emily since he came in the room. Is he really trying to get over her? Even I don't want him to get over her! She will never be as happy with anyone else the way she is with Liam. I'll admit it, not even me. I've accepted that. Liam needs to accept that she won't want to be with anyone else other than him.

Niall slowly walks over to Emily's side and pulls down the blanket to reveal her arms. I already knew what was hidden there. As soon as he pulled it back his hand shot up to cover his mouth. I couldn't help but watch as Niall stood there in horror. I could tell he's never seen anything like this. To be honest, neither have I, before I met Emily.

Niall finds his way back to the wall and uses it for support. He didn't speak and Louis didn't dare to get a closer look. It was depressing to look at Emily's arms. All of the cuts that painted her arms are too much to take in. She is not the type if person you would think that self harmed. Then again, I've never met a person who self harms.

But to find a friend as close as Emily and have her tell me she self harms is heartbreaking. She is the most perfect person in the world. But I have to admit, like everyone else she does have her flaws. Everyone has their own flaws. Some more than others but they're flaws all the same. Emily does not deserve to be treated like this. She doesn't deserve all the shit she gets from everyone. She doesn't deserve the hate. She doesn't deserve the sorrow. She definitely does not deserve the sad excuses of parents that she has.

I glance over at Emily again and sadness washes over me. She's so pale and lifeless... She lays stuff in her bed with only her chest barely rising and falling. Sometimes I have to do a double take because I can barely see that she's breathing. My eyes travel from her face down to her now exposed arms. Those cuts make me feel so bad for her. They make me want to help her...

Wait! Now I know why! The cuts make me want to help her... She thinks that Liam only dated her out of pity because she showed him her wrists. Knowing Liam of course he wanted to help her. Why couldn't I have realized it earlier?! Of course that's what she meant.

When she wakes up I need to have a long chat with her. That is... If she wakes up...



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