Everything About You ➳ l.p

19} Midnight Memories

♡Emily's POV♡

It was late at night. I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't know why I just couldn't. I stared up at my ceiling as I went through my thoughts.

Well today was progress... Not a lot but I still remembered something which means I'm getting better, right?

But why did I all of the sudden remember something after Liam simply kissed my hand. That's the weird part.

I don't know what it is but I feel like I've known Liam a long time. I can't get past the fact that we were dating... I don't think I could bring myself to date a pop star.

But he's wonderful. He's a great guy. Sweet, careful and kind. But why would we break up if I didn't have a problem with him...

There's so much more that I need to learn. So many questions that still needed answers.

Why did me and Liam break up? Why did he make me mad? Why did Harry kiss me? Why did Liam hurt Zayn? But most of all why did I cut?

That was the question I wanted answered the most. I don't see why I would want to self harm so badly.

I glanced down at my wrists and saw all the white scars from the past cuts. I quickly hid them under my blankets. I don't care how long they've been there they still scare me.

I sighed loudly and sat up. I rubbed my head and slowly got off my bed. I shuffled over to my door and opened it silently. A chill ran down my spine as I walked into the shadowy corridor. I felt goosebumps forming on my skin where my shorts and tank top didn't cover.

I found myself walking towards Liam's room. I still wasn't sure which one was his. I walked further down the corridor until I found a door that was slightly open.

I quietly reached for the handle and the door opened revealing a shirtless Liam. My eye level was at his chest. My eyes quickly found his.

"Emily?" He whispers running a hand through his hair.

"Sorry... I didn't wake you did I?" I ask, shyly looking to the floor.

"No. Why are you still up?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Me either... Do you want to come in?" He asks, gesturing a hand inside.

"Can I please?" I respond, looking back up to him.

"Yes of course." He says, stepping back and opening the door the rest of the way.

I slowly stepped in and he closed the door after me. A dim light barely illuminated the room, just enough so I could see. There were clothes strewn all over the floor and a couple of broken things here and there.

"Sorry that it's a little messy..." Liam spoke up and sat down on the bed.

"What happened?" I asked stepping over some broken glass and finally meeting him on the bed.

"Erm. Nothing..." He sounded defeated.

"Liam... I was hoping, that maybe you could answer some more of my questions?" I asked scooting a little closer to him so our legs touched.

"Yeah sure. Ask away."

I paused. I don't know why I always got so nervous around him. I choked on my words and I felt my cheeks start to burn up.

"Why did we break up?" I ask.

He stayed silent and thought about it. He looked down at his hands as he played with his thumbs.