Paul's Assistant

I'm Yours

Chapter Thirty

I'm Yours

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*Louis' POV*

A few minutes ago, a nurse stepped out of the room and asked us to follow her. Now, all six of us sat in an office. "I'm assuming you were there when the incident befell Ms. Jennings?" She asked.

We all painfully nodded at the thought of Emee getting stabbed. The woman cleared her throat. "Well, it seems that by where the knife was inserted... It punctured one of her lungs."

We gasped. "W-will she be alright?" Liam asked.

"That's what we're not sure of. There is a sixty percent chance of her making it through the surgery if we do. If we don't, there is barely any chance that she'll live."

I was actually sobbing now. She can't die... SHE CAN'T!!!

"We called her parents and told them what happened." She continued. "They said to move on with the surgery. We just wanted to let you know that Emma is going to be in the hospital for about a week for recovery."

But tour starts in three days! Maybe we could push it back a little more...

"Okay..." I said, making all the guys turn to me. "Thank you..."

We all left the room. I didn't even turn to the guys before running out the door of the hospital.

I need to talk to Paul.

-at Paul's house-

I pounded on the door for about thirty seconds before he answered. The man had bags under his eyes and some stubble along his jaw. "Louis?" He said.

I pushed past him and stood in his living room. "We need to move the tour date." I said straightforwardly.

That seemed to wake him up a bit. "We can't do that Louis. The entire tour is sold out. We'd lose millions."

"I DON'T CARE! Emee is gonna be in the hospital for another week! We can't just leave her behind!" I shouted.

He looked taken aback. No one EVER speaks to him that way. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Louis... I've been meaning to tell you guys..." he drifted off.

"Tell us what?" I said softer.

He sighed. "Emma can't come on tour. It wouldn't be good for you guys. You've known her for two weeks and everyone is mess now that she's in the hospital. Imagine what would happen if she got seriously hurt halfway through tour. It would mess everything up. You have to keep in mind that she'd be your bodygaurd."

What... WHAT?!?!

"NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS PAUL! SHE'S-"

"Louis... it's for the best..." he said, pushing me lightly to the door.

I stood in the hallway and Paul was just closing the door.

"I fucking hate you..." I said quietly as a few tears fell down my face.

-Two Days Later-

By now, I was still the only one who knew Paul's plans. I can't take this...

Everyone has sorta kept their distance from Zayn... I know it's mean but... It's his fault.

Today Emee gets out of surgery. I's also the first time we get to see her since she woke up screaming. They moved her to a new room on the eighteenth floor. Now, we're in the lift.

Niall had brought his guitar. It was slung over his shoulder. What was he gonna do?

The lift stopped on the eighteenth floor and we ran down the hall. We checked the signs on each door looking for the one labeled "EMMA JENNINGS".

We finally found her room at the end of the hall, room 608. Harry knocked on the door and a tall brunette poked her head out, her eyes instantly widening. "Oh my god... Y-you're One Direction!" She squealed, stepping out into the hall.

"Um yeah... Can we go see Emma?" Harry asked.

"Why do you want to see that ugly bitch? She looks terrible and is pretty much half dead." She snapped.

A few tears slipped from my eyes and I pushed her out of the way, bursting through the door.

Emee lay on a hospital bed. She was awake, on her phone. She looked up and smiled. "It's about time." She said jokingly.

I smiled and ran over to her, hugging as tightly as I could without hurting her. "I'm so glad your okay..." I whispered in her ear before stepping away as the other guys came into the room.

"EMMA!" Niall shouted, happy tears streaming his face. He came over and hugged her, kissing her ontop of her head.

Liam and Harry both hugged her as well, beaming over how much we missed her.

Zayn stood propped against the wall... "Zayn..." Emma said softly, surprising us all.

Zayn put his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry Emma... It's... It's all my fault..."

She sighed and looked at her arm. The hospital bracelet hung loosely around her wrist.

A chord was strummed behind me.

*Emma's POV*

Niall started playing his guitar.

Oh my god he isn't...

"Well you dawned on me and you bet I felt it

I tried to be chill but your so hot that I melted

I fell right through the cracks-"

Liam harmonized with Niall.

"And I've been trying to get back"

Louis and Harry joined in, Harry 'ooh'ing in the background.

"Before the cool dawn run out I'll be giving it my bestest

And nothing's gonna stop me but devine intervention

I reckon it's again my turn

To win some or learn some..."

Zayn finally joined in, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Oh I won't hesitate no more, no more

This is our fate..."

"I'm yours" I sang with them.

"Well open up your mind and see like me

Open up your plans and damn your free

Look into your heart and you will find

Love love love love

Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing

We're just one big family

And it's our godforsaken right to feel loved loved loved loved loved..."

Everyone dropped so it was just Niall and I singing.

"Oh I won't hesitate no more, no more

It cannot wait

I'm sure

There's no need to complicate our time is short

This is our fate

I'm-"

*Louis' POV*

The door swung open and in the doorway stood Paul.

"Emma, I need to talk to you." He said.

I sighed.

It's time.

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A/N

You people hate me. I know it. Well um... This book is almost over... I WILL BE DOING A SEQUEL THOUGH!!! You just need to give me time. Love you! *le bear hugs*

-MamaBear xx