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74 // Emma's Point of View

The nightmares are back. They have been since I saw my father at the show. Security said that he got away. So, once again I'm at the mercy of my fathers anger.

Not feeling welcomed by the darkness around me, I switch my beside lamp on. The clock reads 1:56. Great, plenty of time left to try to sleep and fail.

I snuggle back into my pillow, trying to make myself think of other things and immediately my mind goes to Harry. Of course it does: u haven't stopped thinking about him. Though, I know it's for the best.

I can't help but hope that he'll show up with a promise ring or a bouquet of roses begging for me to take him back though. Even if it's entirely unrealistic because I dumped him for reasons of my own doing. So what if it's out of my control.

He deserves someone who can kiss him or sleep through the night without being terrified of closing her eyes. He could do some much better. Better than me, your a dirty whore. My father was right. Harry would never want me.

Feeling tired finally, I drift off to sleep..

"No! Please, he didn't do anything. Let him go!" I shout at my father who is aiming a gun at Harry's head while I'm chained to wall on the other side of the room.

"Please, in begging you, I'll do anything." I ramble beginning to sob, seeing the fear in Harry's eyes that no doubt replicates mine.

"Emma, I told you I would take everything from you. I didn't say you weren't going to have to watch." He says and I cry out for him to let him go, to take me instead, but he doesn't budge.

"It's ok. I'm ok. It's ok. I love you, it's ok. I love you." He glances at me with tears rolling down his cheeks, "Never forget that."

A loud bang sounds throughout the room.

"No!" I scream as Harry hits the floor. "No. No. No. Let me go. Let me go to him, please. I'm begging you. Look at me. I'm your daughter how crazy are you?!" I scream at him sobbing uncontrollably.

I see Harry's lifeless body on the ground, and it hits me that I will never hear his voice again.

"Now that he's gone...your all mine."

I wake up screaming, and I look around my hotel room, looking for something, someone.

Harry.

But of course he's not here. Why would he be?

My cheeks are moist and the image of his dead body is ingrained in my head.

I need to see him.

I get out of bed, pulling on an oversized t-shirt over my sports bra and short-shorts, making my way to the hallway. I know that Harry's room is next to mine.

I reach the door but hesitate before knocking. What if he rejects me immediately. I don't know if I can handle that.

I knock lightly, I can hear shuffling around in the room and a click of the door as it opens.

"Emma?" Harry says groggily, rubbing his eyes, almost as if I would disappear when he cleared his vision.

I launch myself into his arms, holding on for dear life. I knew he was alive, but the last time I saw him, he was dead. I feel my cheeks are wet with my tears as I cling to him. He seems taken aback but quickly recovers, wrapping his arms around my frame, holding on tightly.

"Are you alright?" He asks pulling away, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. Rubbing small circles on my back with his other.

I shake my head vigorously, before wrapping my arms around his neck yet again. "You—, you." I stutter, "You died." I say crying harder and he takes a sharp intake of breathe. "You died, and it was my fault." I whisper.

He pulls away harshly, looking me dead in the eyes. This time I don't flinch. "I don't know what happened, but I am here. And I promise you, whatever happened to me, was not your fault." He pulls me back into his embrace, closing his suite door. We stand there for what seems like forever. He kisses my forehead softly and my heart flutters, I miss him so much.

"You should get some sleep." He says and my face falls. I guess he really doesn't want to see me.

Before I can stop myself, "Can I stay here." I blurt, red faced, "With you?"

"Of course."

He grabs my hand pulling me to the separate room where the bead is. I lay down and he joins me. I turn to face him and he wraps his arm around my waist. I snuggle further into his chest, the world around me slowly disappearing.

I find myself drifting off when I hear the words that make my heart nearly explode.

"Goodnight Emma. I will never stop loving you."