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thirty six

EMMA'S POV:

Well hey there, Princess. Fancy seeing you here. Love the dress, the red really pops. Maybe your blood will blend in with it.

My heart stops. There's no one else out here-or so I thought. Muffled cries for help come from behind Shawn's car and without thinking, I begin walking towards the noise.

"You might not wanna do that," Shawn warns, an evil grin on his face.

I don't pay attention to his words, instead I brush past him and walk behind his car. Paige sits there, bound and gagged, her makeup streaming down her face. When she sees me, she starts to cry even harder. I rush to her, taking the rag out of her mouth and using the knife I have strapped under my dress to untie her hands and feet.

She lets out a strangled sob and quickly, yet wobbily, rises to her feet, slinging her arm around my shoulders for support. Within seconds of turning around, Shawn is there, staring at us.

Everything happens in slow motion. The door busts open, Niall pushing through with Eleanor and Louis right on his heels. The loud bang of a gun going off rings in my ears as Paige's arm falls from my shoulder, her own body crumpling to the ground. Eleanor lets out a scream and Louis has to hold her back, keeping her from coming over here.

I'm bend down to Paige, turning her over. I want to throw up at the sight of her eyes wide open in fear and blood pouring from the bullet wound in her head. I know she's dead. My heart sinks and I close her eyes, trying not to let tears fall. She didn't deserve this. Eleanor doesn't deserve this.

A hand clasps around my throat, pushing me up against Shawn's car. "This was never about Olivia. I guess you've figured that out by now. You never gave me what I wanted and you're going to pay the ultimate price for that."

I claw at his hand, trying to get him to release me. If I'm going to die, I'd rather it be quick and painless, not by strangulation. Niall stands behind Shawn, a wide eyed expression upon his face. Shawn lets go and I gasp for air, rubbing at the spot on my neck.

He has me pinned against this car with no way out. "Don't you think we've all paid enough, Shawn? Look, I'm sorry for whatever it is I did to you, but it wasn't intentional I can promise you that. Just let us go and we can all move on and forget about it."

A dry, throaty chuckle sounds from his mouhth. "Well aren't you cute? I can't just let you walk away. You all have to die. You know too much. And sorry to hurt your feelings, but I don't trust any of you and refuse to take your word on forgetting about the whole matter at hand."

The click next to my ear sounds, the cold barrel of the gun pressed against my skull. Eleanor is screaming and sobbing, Niall and Louis are both shouting at Shawn. "Go ahead, Shawn. You can take my life, but just let my friends go."

"No can do, sweetheart."

"Run!" I yell.

"Bad idea," Shawn hisses. I see Blake turn up behind Niall, pressing the knife to his neck. Louis is slowly pulling out his gun while Eleanor hides behind him. "Say goodbye, Emma." His grin is the last thing I see before I close my eyes.

I hear a shot and I wait for the pain or to black out or something, but it never comes. Shawn still stands in front of me, but with his back to me. He holds his gun out, pointing it towards the rest of my friends. Blake has fallen to the ground, Louis still holding the gun in the position to shoot, giving away that he obviously took the risk of hurting Niall also by shooting and killing Blake.

Harry steps out of the doors, holding his hands up. "Bye bye, Mr.Styles." Shawn fires his gun and Harry crumples to the ground. Louis fires again and Shawn falls also, blood gushing from his head. I close my eyes, counting to ten and praying this is all some kind of dream.

****

When I finally reopen my eyes, I assume that my prayers were answered, it all being a dream. But I realize I'm not in my own bed. Before I have the chance to get up and freak out, Niall walks in, carrying a tray with food on it.

"Breakfast in bed? Who died?" I joke, shaking the memory of my terrible dream. Niall casts his eyes downward. My face falls. "It wasn't a dream, was it?"

He shakes his head, setting the tray down and sliding into the bed next to me, wrapping his arms around me. That means Shawn is dead, Blake is dead, Paige is dead, and, "Harry?"

"He disappeared after you blacked out. I don't know where he went. No one can get in touch with him, no one knows where he is. We've checked his apartment, all the hospitals, your apartment. He's no where to be found. I don't know if he's alive or not, but it's a possibility. Hell, I don't even know how he got away."

"Because he's a fighter," I whisper, fucking Niagra Falls starting to flow from my eyes.

"Emma, I don't want you to have a grudge against him. I know you love him and you can still be in love with him. He wasn't really involved with Shawn. He did that to protect you and I guess Shawn figured out and now no one knows where Harry went."

This causes me to cry harder, falling into Niall's lap. He brushes hair out of my face, whispering soothing words in my ears. Harry might be dead, because of me. The love of my life. Dead. I cry for Harry, I cry for Paige, I cry for the world, and I cry for me.

"It's all going to be okay."

"Niall, I love him. He was my entire world."

I end up crying myself to sleep on Niall's lap, the last thing I see when my eyes close is a phantom pair of green eyes staring right back at me.

And I realize something, I'm not crying that hard because I don't feel pain. It's something much worse than that.

I'm numb. The pain became so much it has made me numb. I don't feel anything.

****

Once I've woken up, Niall explains to me what happened after I blacked out. The whole party rushed outside, and Niall somehow convinced my mom to just let me be and told her that he would have me call her when I woke up. Paige, Shawn, and Blake were all pronounced dead at arrivial. There was intense questioning, the whole story about Shawn came out and Niall even gave the cops the list of Shawn's workers and his address.

Apparently I stayed sacked out the entire time, no one wanting me to wake. The three of them and an unconscious me came home to Niall's house after that. I hope Eleanor is holding up okay because I'm a mess.

The only reason I haven't completely broken down yet and jumped out the window is because Harry wasn't found dead. He hasn't been found dead. And he could still very well be alive. Somewhere out there.

A/N:

okay so this chapter actually came out how i wanted it to. everything was supposed to happen all at a very fast pace and emma was supposed to black out, not knowing about harry.

no, this is not the last chapter. however, there's only 2-maybe 3- left. the next chapter will most likely be a filler and then if i decide to split the ending into 2, there will be 2 more chapters after that.

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