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twenty eight

SONGS FOR THIS CHAPTER:

All I Want- Kodaline

Medicine- Daughter

Never Say Never (Don't Let Me Go)- The Fray

EMMA'S POV:

There's nothing worse than being forced to answer police questions while not knowing if your best friend has made it out of surgery alive or not. They refuse to tell me anything until the head detective has spoken to me. I can't give anymore information. I'm burnt out.

They never let me clean up or anything. I'm sitting on the cold metal chair soaked in my best friend's blood with blood mixed tears streaming down my face at a constant pace. The gray walls stare back at me, taunting me, telling me this is what I deserve. My fingers ache, and with my blood dried hands, I pull them through my matted hair. I'm mostly out of tears now.

What am I supposed to tell Harry? How do I tell him that his best friend got shot and possibly killed because of me? I don't know if I can do that. If I can look him in the eye and tell him it's my fault.

My stomach clenches and I have the urge to throw up for the fifth time since I've been stuck in this bland, uncomforting room with grainy flooring and nothing but this metal chair and table. Of course, there's the one way window that I've stared at my distraught reflection in plenty of times in the past three hours.

After the cops busted through the door, Louis was ripped from my grasp and put into an ambulance. I remember the lights and voices above me, but my eyes were trained on the ambulance. I don't know if I was crying or not, or if I even acknowledged the presence of the cops and paramedics. Everything around me was a blur, none of it mattered.

The last thing I truly remember is being lead into this disgusting ass room. I haven't seen anyone I know, I'm not allowed to speak to anyone until they're done with questioning. I just want to see Niall, Paige, Eleanor, and believe it or not, Harry.

There's a good chance Niall contacted him and told him to meet them at the Bronx-Lebanon Hospital, which is where I will be taken after questioning.

A man with white hair and pale skin walks into the room wearing a suit and carrying a notepad.

"Miss Lively," he greets me, taking a seat across from where I am. "I'm Detective Landons." I don't say anything back, I just stare up at him. "I know tonight has been rough on you and you're most likely sick of questioning, but this is part of procedure and the law requires me to follow through with it."

"Just please get it over with," I say, finally looking into his eyes.

"It says here you were with Mr.Tomlinson when you got lost, correct?"

I nod my head.

"You were hanging out, got lost, and came across a street fight?"

"Yes."

"What exactly happened after that?"

"We panicked and started running. They heard us and started to chase us. What possessed them to, I don't know. Louis' knee went out and he tried to get me to leave him, but I wouldn't. I saw an abandoned shop not too far down and I thought I could drag him there. He's my best friend, I wasn't about to leave him in the street for dead," I take a deep breath, not wanting to relive the next part. "A gun went off, he fell limp in my arms, but I was determined to get us into that shop. After I did that and locked the door, I found a flash light and tried to find the wound. The footsteps never got any closer. I guess they thought hitting one of us was enough and so they left. Everything after that is a blur to me. I had a friend call 911, and then that was it."