Open Your Eyes \\ Harry Styles

Chapter 4

Zayn's POV

I don't think I had ever seen anything like this in my whole life.

This is not what a teenage girl should have to hide.

I told her I had seen it all before, I thought I had.

I had seen a few light slices up an arm, I had seen a bleeding wound- self inflicted- and I had seen a grazed limb pouring with blood.

But NEVER in my whole entire life, had I ever seen this.

I looked at the closed eyes of the girl before me, so scared and so afraid.

What had the world done to this girl?

Harry's POV

"Harry! Stop pacing! You barely even know the girl!" Niall said.

Easy for you to say, you weren't traumatised by the sound of her fucking breathing.

"I just can't and her name is Emerson" I mumbled.

I didn't even know what was happening, only from Zayn that she was having an attack of some sort.

The boys knew better than to barge or even knock on the door while someone was having a panic attack.

We've all had one before; mainly Asthma and sometimes we would pass out from dehydration and all of us knew the worst thing to was crowd the person.

"I wonder what's happening in there" Liam said with concern lacing his voice.

"So what happened?" Niall said as I flopped onto a plastic chair.

"I don't know we were just talking and then she started to shake and breath heavily, almost like she was suffocating" I said.

"Talking about what?" Liam said and the boys eyes me with curiosity.

"She asked me how life was on the road and I asked her some stuff" I said mumbling the last part.

It was obvious there was something wrong between her and her parents and it took ages for her to get a simple 'no' out when I asked her about siblings.

"And what did you ask her?" Niall pushed.

"I asked her about her parents, she said she didn't have any. But everyone has parents" I said.

"Maybe hers.... Maybe hers are.... Gone" Liam said and I scowled at myself.

How had I not thought that? Maybe they were.

But she said they didn't want her, not that they were gone.

"I don't think that's it" I said.

I wanted to know more about this odd girl.

Why didn't her parents want her?

Why was she so quiet?

Why did she take minutes to answer a yes or no question?

So many thoughts clouded my head, so many I didn't even hear the door open.

Emerson's POV

I could hear him let put a breath, a long deep breath.

"Don't shut your eyes" he said to me.

Voice so soft, so soothing.

No trace of worry, no trace of pity.

Just plain sorrow.

I let a few tears slip and I let the sobs rack my body.