Adopted By Three British Bands *ON HOLD FOR MAJOR EDITING*

Chapter 14-Why?

Emily’s POV

                                              Of course I had to go downstairs. I don’t really know why, but it was a good thing I did. But, it was a lot of stairs to get there. They were talking about me. All of them were. Even Louis, so much for a great dad. They broke all of their promises they shared with me, from dyslexia, to my fight with Zayn, to my childhood. I shouldn’t have opened up to them. Every time I do this I get hurt. Why don’t I listen to myself? I always get hurt. Before I could hear anymore I covered my mouth before they could hear my sobs and I rushed up the stairs. Each time I passed one of their rooms reminded me of each promise they kept with me, but now it looked like they all disappeared. I got towards my room and I opened it. I closed it and slid down the door. I sound like some cry baby, but at this point right now I don’t give a shit. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I quickly got up form my spot on the floor and I rushed towards the closet. I closed the door and turned the lights on. I looked around the closet remembering the time where the girls’ brought me to the mall. We had so much fun. Forgetting the memory at the moment, I wiped the tears vigorously and grabbed the closest t shirt and shorts and put them on. I throw the dirty ones into the laundry basket. I walked out and towards the bathroom, trying to forget the urge to grab the blade that was in the drawer and slice my wrist. I brushed my teeth quickly and washed my face. I walked out of the bathroom and towards the bed. I heard knocks at my bedroom door, but I could care less at this moment.  I got under the covers and turned off the lights. I hid under the blankets and cried for those last minutes I might be in this bed. But, I might just fade away from this. Maybe, I could just disappear and I bet you know one would care.

Louis’ POV

                                              When we were talking about some things about Emily, I heard something. From the corner of my eye I saw her standing in the kitchen behind a wall. More and more into this conversation I saw her tear up and soon before I knew it she had her hand in up to her mouth and she ran up the stairs. The only thing I was thinking was her and how I broke our promise.

                                              I knocked on her door. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. I pushed her door open.

“Emily?”

                                              I looked around and walked towards her bed. I heard soft snores and every so often I would see a tear come out of her eye. I didn’t want to wake her up, so I kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room. I decided to check my phone to see the time, but when I turned it on, I instantly gulped. Shit, I’m screwed.

Emily’s POV

                                              I peeled my eyes open once the sun was shining in my room. I yawned and forced myself to get up. I stood up and stretched. Once I took a step and fell on my ass. I gave myself a weird look and turned around and there was somebody under blankets on the floor. I was a crazy curious type of person, so I lifted up the blankets.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

                                              I jumped back holding on to my chest. This kid just scared the shit out of me. I was breathing heavily.

“Geez Niall you scared the fricking crap out of me.” I said smacking him on the back of his head.

“And plus today isn’t my birthday, now why the heck were you on the floor and in my room?” I said crossing my legs and faced him.