Life With One Direction

Chapter 9

Harry's Point of View

"Why did you do it?" I asked her as she looked up at me, realizing what I'd seen.

She started crying again and I couldn't help but feel that it was my fault. I should've gone with her back to Doncaster, I shouldn't have let this happen.

"It's him," she whispered. "He's back."

"Who? Chris?" I growled.

"No, no. Him. My father."

"Oh god," I cursed. Louis had told me all about his dad. All the bad things he'd done this mother, all the negativity and pressure he'd put on Em to be perfect. All the supposed 'play fights' with Lou that were really just an excuse to take out his anger.

A few times, Lou and Mary had even ended up in the hospital because of these 'play fights'.

He would tell Lou to hit Em and Lou would refuse.

"I'm not hitting a girl!" he told me he would say. That's when things got worse and worse with his father.

Mary told me everything, from the first time that he had gone back a few months ago. That had only lasted a few weeks.

Then she told me about last night, what her mum did.

Usually, I loved Lou's mum but right now the hatred for her was burning inside of me.

I let Em sob her huge heart out on my chest.

No matter what happened, she couldn't cut. She couldn't do that to me. She couldn't do that to all of us.

Even the fans love her! Whenever the press catches us with her all of them tweet to us.

Things like we hope you had a great time with Em and I bet you miss her.

She was our best friend, of course we missed her. It was definitely harder on Lou because they'd been close before the whole X Factor and Chris thing.

When she had stopped crying, I gently pushed her off me but took both her hands into one of mine.

With the other, I brushed the hair from her face behind her ears. It was time to talk.

"I'm so sorry," she said before I could start. "I didn't mean to, it just happened! I swear I was gonna stop, I promised myself but my mind just went straight back into that hole."

Before she could start crying again, I pulled her against me.

"Em," I whispered, trying to sooth her with shushing noises.

"Why didn't you call me? You need to know that you can talk to me about anything, anywhere at anytime."

"I just..." she trailed off.

"No Em!" I shouted. I shouldn't have done that.

I looked to see she had tears in her eyes. Tears! And it was all my fault.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, hugging her tighter. "It's just..." This time it was me who trailed off. "If you went to far and..." I whispered. "And I lost you. I couldn't be able to live with that."

"You're the best ever Hazza!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around my shoulder and hugging me tighter. She surprised me with a smile as she said "You're one of the best best friends ever!"

"One of?" I asked pretending to look hurt. There she went with the friends thing again.

"Well there are another four," she reasoned.

"But I'm the hottest of the bunch, right?" I joked.

I realized I shouldn't have asked that. It would make things awkward.