Starting Over (Being Edited)

Chapter 11 - I'm Breaking

Emma's P.O.V

            "G'night Emma." Niall murmurs while turning off the light.

            "Good night Niall." I whisper back. Does he know? Nah...He couldn't, but what if he did? I would die. I toss and turn, back and forth, knowing tonight, I won't get any rest.

*Early Saturday Morning*

 Kath's P.O.V

 "Morning!" I call cheerily into the kitchen. Emma's slumped over on the table, nibbling on a piece of toast, while Louis' sitting on the counter, checking his phone.

            "Ughhh." Emma moans from under her hood.

            "What's with you?" I ask.

            "Didn't get much sleep. Need more coffee." Emma says monotonously.

            "How are you this morning?" Louis asks and jumps off the counter.

            "Fine. What about you?"

            "Busy...just getting me and Sofia's tickets ready for tomorrow."

            "Wait...where are you going?" Harry asks, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around my waist and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Morning love." He whispers into my ear.

            "Wait...since when have you two been a thing?' Louis smirks.

            "Ha ha." Harry smiles. "But you didn't answer me. Where are you going?"

            "Well, when I was in Richmond, I caught up with an old friend of mine. Our families have always been close, so he's invited Sofia and me to visit for a week."

            "And you're leaving tomorrow?"

            "In the morning. Meaning yes, you two have the whole house to yourselves....for a week." Louis grins sneakily and walks out of the kitchen.

            "Kay, I'm going to go outside. My headache is killing me." Emma groans, and shuffles out of the backdoor.

            "Mmmmh, the house to ourselves?" Harry grins, looking over at me.

            "Now, don't even try Harry Styles." I laugh. "And besides, I was thinking, what if Emma stays here too. I mean, it'll get pretty lonely around here if you're gone and it's just me." I say sheepishly. Ever since Louis told me he was leaving, I've been worried. And Harry's just confirmed my worst fears.

Sofia's P.O.V

I walk over to the couch to sit beside Zayn.

            "Hey Zayn." I poke him.

            "Mmmmm." He nods, opening his eyes.

            "Can we talk?" I bite my lip, worried about the conversation I need to have with him. His face immediately lights up, and the pain gets even worse.

            "Look, Zayn. You've been a great guy to me ever since I've been here but...I don't think you're the guy for me." I tug on the loose string of my sweater. I can't even look at him. I've never been one for words; I say what's on my mind, when it's on my mind.

            "But...ok." Zayn mumbles and walks out of the house. I stay on the couch, tears welling in my eyes.

            "It isn't your fault. He needed to hear sooner rather than later." I tell myself. It's all that I can hold onto.

Louis' P.O.V

            "Hello?" A voice calls through the telephone.

            "Erm, hi. Is Jeffrey there?" I ask politely.

            "JEFFFFFFFFFF!" The voice screams away from the phone speaker. A few moments go by before the voice speaks again.

            "Sorry, but it seems he doesn't feel like coming to answer the phone." The voice laughs. "Do you want to leave a message?"

            "Yeah, can you tell him Louis called?"

            "Wait – Louis? As in Louis Tomlinson?" The voice asks.

            "Yes...and who may this be?" I ask hesitantly.

            "It's Kayleigh! Jeff's little sister? Well I'm actually not that little-er, only by a year." She laughs again, god her laugh is gorgeous.

            "So how are you Kayleigh?" I ask feeling a smile tug onto my face.

            "Pretty great actually......."

Niall's P.O.V

            "Cause this life's too long, and this love's too strong, so baby, know for sure that I'll never let you go." I sing under my breath. I gaze out of the kitchen window, and see Emma lying in the hammock.

            "Just go talk to her." I hear Harry say from behind me.

            "But...what if...I can't." I mumble, stumbling over my words.

            "Just do it. Because in all honesty, if you don't, some other guy will." Harry sighs, grabbing his water and heading out the door. I'm alone again.

            "Just go out there and talk to her. Just do it." I tell myself, and before I can back out, I walk out into the yard.

I'm standing a few feet away from her, but she obviously can't see me. All I hear is her perfect voice, coming out from between the trees.

            "And I could tell you, his favourite colour's green. He loves to argue, born on the thirteenth. His cousin's beautiful, he has these gorgeous eyes, but if he asked me if I love him, I'd lie." I take a deep breath....and book it back into the house.

Emma's P.O.V

The tears stream down my face, knowing that he would never even ask me if I loved him. Not ever since last night. I love him and he'll never know.