When I wake up... You will be here

Chapter 63

The beginning of the end –part 2-

Perrie’s P.O.V

After returning from the club it was still early, well to have gone to a party night and as the boys had free the next day we all headed to the room that Zayn and I shared. They weren´t drunk so allowed themselves another beer while chatting about a lot of things. Eleanor and I were chatting animatedly and the boys laughed hard.

The hours passed and at three o'clock Niall’s phone rang. He answered while laughing. He calmed his laughter and frowned when he hear the caller. He ended the call after a few seconds and left the room without saying a single word...

“Where the hell is Niall?” Liam asked after half an hour.

Someone knocked on the door and Louis got up to open it. Louis turned pale and remained static in the door. Niall pushed him to move Louis from his way and entered the room. And it wasn’t Niall who left us in shock to all, was the person who was next to him. Emma.

Emma was leaning on Niall, with one arm over his broad shoulders. Niall had an arm around her waist as he helped her. Emma was barefoot and her dress was torn, barely covering her. Her skin was covered in bruises that were already starting to turn purple and blue. Blood came out of her eyebrow and her lip. And by seeing the sleeve of Niall’s shirt full of blood, she also had cuts and bruises on her back.

It was hard to breathe well for Emma and her eyes were red and filled with tears. You could tell her hair has been pulled and could barely stand on her feet. She looked at me and I knew it was the only thing she cared about.

“Zayn, help me.” I said while I tried to hold Emma.

Zayn held her and Niall plopped down on the couch, in shock. Zayn took Emma to bed and placed her carefully on it. Eleanor and I remove the dress as we could, or what remained of it. Eleanor gasped as she looked at all the bruises and wounds of Emma. I walked into the small lounge. Niall was shaking while Louis tried to calm him down. I winced.

“Zayn, call a doctor. Liam brings me some towels and water please. Louis gives Niall a tea before he has a nervous breakdown.”

I return to the room and Eleanor tries to understand what Emma says, although she’s barely able to speak. Liam comes with towels and a bowl of warm water. He gives them to me while looking the other way and I don’t know if it’s because he feels ashamed to see Emma in underwear or I he really can’t see her in this condition.

Eleanor and I cleaned Emma’s wounds with the towels and the water. Emma looked at us without saying anything, without moving. She grabbed my wrist and looked at me with her eyes wide open, begging.

“He's dead, right?” She asked in a whisper and I almost burst into tears.

“I don’t know; we’ll wait for the doctor.”

“I don’t want to…”

“Okay, calm down.”

Zayn comes in and does not flinch at the sight of Emma.

“No doctor answered.” He said while waving his phone.

“Try with another one.” I simply responded while I tried to make Emma’s shoulder stop bleeding.

“Perrie, no one will answer at three in the morning.”

“Well, look for a doctor that answers the phone.”

“Why don't we wait for it to be at least seven and someone to be awake…?”

“What if she dies?”