Fix Me, Save Me

Goodbye Emily

Liam’s P.O.V.

I sit on her bed and look around her room. Her wardrobe door was slightly open from the last time she was in it. Her pyjamas still on the floor, never to be worn again. I stand up again and look at the bed. The night I lay next to her when she had her first nightmare. The memories that haunt me. I was just about to leave when I heard a thump come from behind me. I look down to see a book on the floor. I pick it up and open it up to the first page. Emily’s diary. I don’t know how it came to be on the floor but it felt like Emily was there, wanting me to read it. I laugh at the page she had wrote about my fear of spoons and Niall’s Nando obsession. Over the last few pages she knew what was going on; she was very brave about it all. It pains me to see what she wrote. I closed the book.“Emily, I’m sorry” I whisper. I lay on her bed, still hugging the diary, and closed my eyes.

Niall’s P.O.V.

I went to check on Liam only to find him asleep on Emily’s bed. I pulled the covers over him and left the room. He’s really hurting. I went back downstairs where Louis and Harry were sitting silently. Zayn was on the roof occupying himself. The room was quiet, too quiet for comfort.

“Do you want to get some food?” I spoke up, hoping I could start a conversation.

“I’m not hungry” Harry and Louis say in unison.

“Me neither for that matter” I said and sat down on the couch. The room went quiet again.

“I can’t believe she’s gone” Louis finally said. Great topic.

“We knew it was going to happen” Harry replied. From Harry’s response the room went quiet again. A few tears trickled down Louis cheeks.

“When’s the funeral?” I ask.

“Once Liam says, he wants it done this week sometime though” Harry said.

“Can we please not talk about it?” Louis asked.

“We’re all upset Louis but things need to be done” Harry said angrily.

“Well I won’t be part of this discussion” Louis shouted and stomped downstairs.

“Way to go Styles” I said and clapped.

“Shut up Niall” Harry said and left the room too. I’m not in the mood for TV or eating. I lay down on the couch and close my eyes.

Zayn’s P.O.V.

‘The story of my life I give her hope, I spend her love until she’s broke inside’ I wrote down the next few lines. I still can’t believe that Emily isn’t here anymore.

“Hey Zayn”. I turned to see Harry walking over to me.

“Hey Haz” I say and look back at my book. Harry sat down next to me and picked up my book.

“Play it” he said.

“Written in the walls are the stories that I can’t explain. Leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days”.

“That’s really good Zayn” he said.

“Thanks, it’s for the funeral” I reply.

“It’ll suit it” he said. I smiled. I place down my guitar and lay back. Harry lay next to me and breathed out.

“The world seems different” Harry said.

“The worlds the same, it’s just us. Emily showed us a different way of life” I say and close my eyes.

“Do you think she’s watching us?” Harry asks.

“Hopefully” I say, “somewhere, she’ll be enjoying herself, free to run”.