Chapter 22

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EMILYS POV

"Emily, we're going out" I hear Conor call out to me from the other side of my door

I don't say anything to him

"Babe, please come out, we can all go out together" he says hopefully

I still don't anything

I sigh with a tear rolling down my face

I gently wipe it away from my face, when it ran over the bruise on my face

Currently, I am sat down on the floor, leaning against the door trying to be as quiet as possible

"Come on Conor, you tried let's go" I hear a voice say that was clearly Joe

I roll my eyes

I hear him sigh

"I love you Emily" Conor mumbles before I hear him walk off

I wipe away more tears and once I hear the front door shut, I stand up

Thank god everyone had gone out, I could walk around the house freely

I need to film a video today as well

I go over to my dressing table and I straight away pick up my bottle of foundation that would clearly cover the bruise

I take the lid off and I shake the bottle upside down and nothing comes out

Shit! I really need foundation

I could go out where people might see the bruise there is only one thing that I could possibly do

Text Oli

I text Oli and ask him to get me some foundation, I send him a picture of the bottle so he would get the right shade

There was no way he couldn't get the wrong shade of foundation

(A/N: This is the text that Emily sent to Oli)

I sigh as I put my phone in the pocket of my oversized hoodie, after I had finished texting Oli

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I sigh as I put my phone in the pocket of my oversized hoodie, after I had finished texting Oli

Maybe I should make the most of being able to wear crop tops but right now, I don't really care what I look like

I open my door and I walk straight out of my room

I haven't spoke to anyone in a few days, I haven't posted or anything because I need to be away from the world for a bit

I decided that I was going to have this baby, no matter what but what happens after the birth is another thing that I will decide about nearer the time

I walk into the kitchen and I see that it was actually clean for once

I connect my phone to the sound bar that was on the side and I smile as I press play on my playlist and the familiar sound of One Direction, 'Perfect' fills my ears

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