Never give up on us

Chapter 8: Jealousy never fits the loving bystander

Harry's POV

As I picked up Emily's body she let out a low moan, but stayed unconscious. God she was beautiful, even if it was tragic.

'Harry, lets get her to the car. Simon's waiting.' Louis called to me from up ahead. He and Eleanor were already at the door to the warehouse, Danielle right behind them. She was watching all around us, looking for more Anti Angels that Eleanor might have missed. Liam and Niall were carrying Zayn.

'Okay,' I mumbled. When we got out and into the parking lot, Simon saw us and pulled up. He gapped at the body Liam and Niall were carrying.

'What...what happened?' He got out and helped the guys put Zayn in the car. Danielle jumped into the front seat, not making eye contact or talking to anyone. Niether was Eleanor. Strangle.

'He got shot while saving me,' I whispered softly, the tears were threatening to spill. 'Emily saved him though.' I handed Liam Emily, then jumped in after her, pulling her into my arms.

'Lets go home,' Simon said, looking at all of us, his eyes lingering on the three Angels in the car, who weren't talking for their own reasons.

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ONE WEEK LATER

'Emily,' I called, knocking on the door to her room. She had just woken up that morning and was starving.

'Harry? Come in,' her sweet melodic voice was like honey filling my ears.

I entered the room and made my way to the center of her room. Emily sat on her four post, gold curtained bed, covered by comforters and blankets. She wore nothing but a white night tee and spankies. She looked so gorgeous with her messy hair and tired look.

'How are you feeling love,' I said climbing up onto the bed close to her. I reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

'I'm fine. Kinda stiff, but I'm fine.' She stared off into space for a moment. 'How is he,' she whispered.

I pulled her to me, holding her warm body against mine in a loving manner. 'He is doing great. He asked for you a while ago but Danielle and Eleanor are trying to keep him away from you. I don't know why.' She mumbled something into my shirt, but I couldnt make out the words. 'What love,' I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes filled with tears.

'They are keeping us apart because I bonded us,' she wailed softly.

'You and me? No they are fine with that.'

'No, Harry. I bonded Zayn to me. It was the only way to keep him alive.' I froze.

"He wont be able to love anyone else since they are bonded."

That line popped into my mind. 'What do you mean bonded Zayn to you was the only way to keep him alive?' I didn't know why I was upset about that, even though it saved my bandmate and best friend.

'He was too far gone. His spirit had left this realm entirely,' she hypervenalated from crying so hard. She must have seen the angry look in my eyes. 'Harry, he isn't bonded like you are. He is free to love anyone he wants. Its only that he is my....our bond is....well its hard to explain. I'm sorry.' She pulled away, out of my arms.

'Emily, I understand. You had to do what you had to do. If you had to bond him to keep him alive then I am grateful for that. Please love, don't be discouraged,' I climbed under the covers next to her, pulling her to my side. I kissed the top of her forehead, taking in her scent. I know that sounded wierd but it was intoxicating, and a turn on.

'Tell me about the guys, how are they doing,' Emily said softly. 'I've tried to be with you in spirit, but with Zayn injured, it pulls my powers down like a wieght.'