Kiss It Better

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Emma squealed and dropped her phone when she saw her twitter. Not only had her followers increased by hundreds, but she had a message from none other then Harry Styles in her inbox, saying to please call him whenever she got the message, along with his phone number.

With shaky hands, she dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"I. Uh. Hi." She squeaked.

"I'm assuming this is the girl from twitter?"

"Yeah." She said, trying to grasp the situation.

"Oh my god." He let out a sigh of relief. "How, what- where is he? Is he okay?"

"Uh. I don't know, he was pretty shaken up when I talked to him last night." She answered honestly. "He, uh. He thinks you left him. And that you don't want him."

"I'm such an idio- wait, did he tell you that?"

"Yeah. He also told me that he didn't tell you because he didn't want you to know how pathetic he is. He was trying to become better for you, become perfect for you. Because he says that's what you deserve. Which I know is an incredibly screwed up point of view, but.. It's what he said."

"I just don't understand how someone so amazing could think so low of themselves." He whispered.

"He has a disorder." Emma said bluntly. "That's why."

"Where is he? In America, obviously. I just. I need to see him."

"He'd be so mad at me if he knew I told you."

"Look, wait what's your name?"

"Emma."

"Okay, Emma. He needs me and I need him. I can't let him hurt himself anymore, and I made a huge mistake that I can't fix unless I'm with him." He pleads. "I need to save him."

She sighed softly before she said "He's in New York."

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Harry let out a sigh of relief once he had hung up the phone.

"He's in New York City. And he's okay, apparently really shaky but he's okay." he revealed, turning to face the lads.

"Why are you just standing there then?"

"I, uh. Right. Can you look up flights for me?" He asked, already heading up the stairs to pack.

He threw his suitcase on the bed and unzipped it, beginning to throw random clothes in.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Haz?"

"Come in." He said distractedly.

Niall came in, scratching at the back of his neck, clearly searching for the right words.

"Ni?" Harry prompted, still throwing clothes in the suitcase.

"I want to come to New York with you." He blurted out.

"What?" He asked, shocked. "Why?"

"I just." Niall sighed frustratedly. "I feel like this is all my fault," he put his hand up to stop his protests. "If I just would have told you the moment I found out, none of this would have happened."

"Niall." Harry sighed.

"I just want to help fix this. You know he's not going to want to come home with you straight away. Maybe I could help convince him?" His voice almost sounded pleading.