Undiscovered

16.

Harry's POV

It's been 6 whole months since I've known Emilee and I feel like I've known her for years and years of my life. Yes, it has only been a short while that we have known each other but for what we have been through together, it feels a whole lot more.

I have these doubts in my mind telling me that Emilee is going to leave me because this whole thing with her illness will get too much and she will get insecure. I need to do something to keep her from doing that but I don't know what will keep her from finishing with me. I don't even think I will know what to do without Emilee.

My life was so boring and bland without her, a bit like this hospital. It had no life to it, and I love the way my life is now. I never stuck to relationships before Emilee. My life was so messed up. I lived on my own, girls would come in and out of my life and I wouldn't of given any of them a second thought. None of them seemed to care either, none of them seemed to be clingy. Not so much clingy, but none of them seemed to want to stick around as such. Whereas Emilee, she is and was a completely different story.

The night I met Emilee properly for the first time was at her 18th birthday party. We had seen each other a few times before but we hadn't really spoken or engaged in conversation. It was the casual 'hey' as we shared some of the same friends in our group.

We were both a bit drunk in the party and mutual friends of ours had introduced us. Just before I laid my eyes on here I seemed so uninterested, just another girl who wouldn't change my life, but when I seen here, my whole view on life itself had changed. It was the way she nervously giggled that made me think differently about everything in general.

She seemed so calm but on edge all at the same time, I loved that about her. Our friends had left us both alone and Emilee and I seemed to talk for hours. We didn't run out of anything to say. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

Her luscious caramel waves fell down to the middle of her back and it looked as shiny as silk. Her eyes seemed to tell a story, they weren't just dull brown like most people's were, they glistened in the moonlight and seemed to laugh when she did. She had the most adorable button nose and they way it scrunched up a little every time she laughed or smiled. Her smile itself had nearly sent me over the edge numerous of times.

The moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was different, not just a little different but completely different. She wasn't like any other girl I had met, she was a little nervous but she tried to cover it up, she was mainly shy but she tried not to let that show. She tried to keep the conversation going which she was successful at, especially when alcohol was flowing through her bloodstream. She didn't dress like other girls either, she had a lot more respect for herself and this appealed to me.

She was dressed up, considering it was her party, but she didn't go overload on the skanky strips of fabric and layers of caked make up. Her makeup was natural but daring all in one and the make up around her eyes made them more defined, luring me in even more than the beginning. The dress she wore was deep red which hung on her curves and hit the middle of her upper thighs, not too short. It had a white lace collar to it and the sleeves were mid-length. It suited her perfectly, showing off every curve, lump and bump she ever owned. She looked amazing.

From that moment on, I knew if I let her, she would change my life, for the good. She had already had a huge impact on me in just a space of a few hours, imagine what she could do if I let her in my life completely.

There was something else about her eyes which dragged me in even more. They didn't just tell a story of happiness, they also told a story of some broken lines along the way. Some hard times which could of occurred in her life? But looking at this beautiful girl in front of me, it pisses me off to think that anything could or would ever go wrong in her life. She wouldn't deserve it. I could fix her, if she let me?

After that night, I made it my mission to get to know Emilee better, she give off an amazing impression even though she seemed so nervous, I liked that about her. I seemed to feel nervous around her myself.

I feel like I have fought the world with Emilee already, especially now she is laying here, in a hospital bed, hooked up to loads of shitty lines which I just want to rip out of her.

If I could, I would swap places with her, just so she wouldn't be in pain anymore. Just so I can see that beautiful smile of hers again and hear her giggle.

Emilee have had so much shit going on in her life, from her father having an affair and leaving them with literally nothing, to her youngest sister Lilie being bullied, forced to move schools and going through self harm, to her oldest sister getting pregnant and having to drop out of school to look after Emilee's nephew, and now she has had this illness thrown in her face. She is and always will be, the strongest girl I have ever met. She doesn't let anything stop her, she faces her problems head on and carries on with her life, and for that, I respect her.

Emilee's mother, Elizabeth was completely out of order when she came in here shouting at Emilee. Everything seemed to turn red and I had to keep myself sitting and keep my mouth shut or I would say something I would regret, which is not what I need right now. I need to keep peace between everyone.

I hope when Elizabeth comes back that she will apologise to Emilee, because she really doesn't need added stress on her plate right now. She has gone through way too much to have her mother on her case again. I don't even know where she went, she just went through the door about an hour ago and hasn't been back since.

Looking down on Emilee makes me think what she has had to do so wrongly to have to put up with everything she has. She's an angel. My angel. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my waist as her head is nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Fluids and medicines are pumping into her as she sleeps, the buzzing sound of the machine is a constant reminder of that.

Emilee is sound asleep and seems so relaxed. Today has tired me and her both out. She has another two hours and fifteen minutes left of her transfusion. My eyes are heavy as Emilee's warmth is transferred to me. My eyes are heavy and I have nothing to do but dwell in my own mind while Emilee is asleep.

Looking down at Emilee's fragile state shocks me, she's so petite yet so perfect. Everything about her drives me insane. Seeing her laying her, on me, in a hospital bed, reminds me of every single reason why, I love her.

I drift off into a deep sleep as darkness takes over my whole body, relaxing me under Emilee's petite body.