Emily's P.O.V
The movie ended and it was about 7pm about now. My hair was perfectly dry and clean. I was tired but Tyler was wide awake. He won't let me go to bed without him. His heavy body is leaning into me, mine is about to give in any second. Luckily he moves to lean on the other side of the couch.
"Tyler." I pick at my finger nails.
"What?" He asks, a bit annoyed.
"Why don't you take me out, like on a date." I ignore his rude behaviour.
"Cause you don't care about the kind of shit." Annoyance clear in his voice.
"Yeah.." I lie. I do care about that kind of stuff. I wish to be treated like a real girlfriend. There is some moments when he is acting like a real boyfriend but they never last long.
"You are so emotional, it is annoying as fuck." He raises his voice.
"I'm not emotional." I try do defend myself.
"You are getting upset over nothing important."
"I know.." I give in. To be honest I am just afraid what he will do to me if I try to argue back. He dismisses himself and walks to the bedroom door.
"Don't expect to be sleeping on the bed tonight." He spits. He closes the door behind him with a big thud. This isn't the first time. God, I'm so stupid. I should've just kept quiet and I could've slept nicely in a bed. I mentally scold myself for my big mouth.
I lay on the uncomfortable, hard couch, The germs in this thing bother me greatly. I hug a cushion, hoping to get some sleep. I hadn't has a good sleep in a while.
*Dream*
I enter the Familiar dark room I have entered for the millionth time.
"Hey mum." I smile at the perfect figure figure in front of me.
"Hello." She returns the smile.
"Sorry we haven't spoken in a while, I haven't really gotten any sleep." I admit. She just laughs.
"When are you gonna leave this imbecile?" She giggles under her words.
"Mum, we have already been over the. I love him." I roll my eyes. I lean back on the black wall.
"Suit yourself." She shrugs. "You deserve better." She keeps her distance. One touch and she will disappear until who knows when.
"I know but I can't explain it." I try to find the words.
"That's how I felt with your father, until he dumped me for another girl as soon as I became pregnant." She flips her hair over her shoulder. We never really talk about my dad and I don't care for him either. He left as soon as mum fell pregnant with me. Tyler will never do that to me.. I know it.
"Yeah, but Tyler is different. He actually loves me.. Allot." I try to convince her.
"If he loved you he wouldn't make you sleep on the couch." She raises an eyebrow at me. She's got me there.
"He is just angry and needs to calm down. He will be fine tomorrow." I speak to myself more than I speak to mum.
"Whatever." She doesn't seem convinced. "Oh, who is that guy again?" She snaps her fingers trying to remember a guy. I tilt my head to the side in confusion.
"Oh yeah." She beams. "Harry.. Strut? No.. Strype?" She snaps her fingers again. I feel the flutter of butterflies fly in my stomach. I just wanted to shout 'Styles!' but I am over him.
"Styles! Harry Styles!" He she beams like she won a reward. I smile weakly, remembering the broken feeling he left me with.
"He was a good guy.." She looks at me.
"And?" I reply sharply.
"Nothing, just saying." She raises her hands.
"I don't want to talk about him.." I mumble under my breath.
"Okay, love. I got to go now." She smiles and makes her way closer to me.
"No." I want to talk to her longer. She chases after me in the dark room. Touching me is the only way she can actually leave and I'm not having it.
"Emily!" She stops. I sigh in defeat and go to hug her.
"I love you." I whisper before the white puff of smoke and dust fill the room.
*End of dream*
My eyes open and in natural instincts I search for Tyler's warmth. I come to realise I was on the couch. I get up quickly and go to the bedroom door. I knock softly waiting to be let in. After I didn't get an answer I let myself in. Tyler wasn't in the bed. Has has probably left I'm the middle of the night to go to a party somewhere. He could be cheating on me right now. He could be getting in trouble an be in jail.
"Morning." My doubts all wash away after I feel his voice behind me.
"Hey." I smile.
"Sorry for lashing out on you last night. I was really pissed. I will make it up to you, you can get whatever you want when we go shopping." He holds my small hands in his. I smile revealing my light dimple as he leans down to kiss my cheek.
"Okay but I don't care for all that, I'm just glad you are okay with me coming shopping with you for once." I smile grabbing some clothes from the wardrobe. Tyler makes more than enough money to support a large family. I don't know what his job is, he won't tell me. I think he works from home as he only leaves at night.
I pick out jeans and a shirt with some solid black mike trainers.
"We need to get you some shorts." He sits on the bed and watches me change.
"It is getting hot." I agree.
"Not because of that, just cause they will look sexy as fuck on you." I feel his eyes on the back back of my body.
"What is the point of buying shorts if I never go out?" I mumble back. Hopefully he doesn't change his mind and get pissed at me.
"Okay let me just brush my teeth and brush my hair." I leave the room. I enter the bathroom down the hall from the bedroom. I brush my teeth quickly and comb the knots out my hair. I exit the bathroom and meet Tyler in the living room.
"Let's go." I contain my excitement. He gets up and holds my hand as we exit. I forgot what these corridors look like. The chipped wallpaper peels down the wall. The rugged carpet contains a strong smell of smoke. All the green doors have a number engraved in a silver plate. The elevator opens slowly. The rust on the corners of the door might be the reason. We enter the unsafe elevator as the doors close equally as slow. It's like something is waiting to happen. The elevator practically drops to the bottom floor, give me a minor heart attack.
"Fuck." I mumble. I haven't cussed in a while. By the smirk on Tyler's face he probably heard loud as clear. He has tried making me cuss for a while now.
"Shut up." I speak before he can say any rude comment. He rolls his eyes. I take his hand again as the elevator opens again. we walk out of the building and I feel like I could breathe. I inhale and exhale the fresh air that I have not breathed in a while. I let the warm sun reflected on my cold skin.
"You won't get anywhere by just standing around." He pulls me by my hand.
"Sorry." I apologies. The space I had outside is unbelievable. I don't remember the last time I could feel this much space around me. I don't remember feeling this happy.
