It's moments like these when you look back on your life and wonder what you could have done different. Maybe you could have given up on your dreams? Or never left Georgia at all. I could have become an accountant or a teacher. Lead a simple life: one that doesn't include the paparazzi releasing and tracking my every move. I could have not gotten involved with one of the most beloved celebrities of the 21st century....twice. There are so many things that I could done to prevent this moment. Though I followed my dreams and pursued happiness. I just never thought that it would all lead to this.
Me standing in my living room, with my father pointing a gun to my head.
One hour earlier
Harry and I just left dinner at some Mexican place on the outskirts of L.A. We're on a four day break and we thought it would be nice to spend the time at his house in Los Angeles.
We got back together a few weeks ago. It took a lot of convincing myself that he actually wants me, but he is an amazing man. Things are more comfortable in the literal sense. I'm slowly recovering from the traumatizing events that accrued only 2 months ago.
When I left for the first week of tour rehearsals I never dreamed that things would be this difficult, but at the right here and now. Everything is perfect.
I'm happy again for the first time in what seems like forever. And it feels amazing.
Harry and I were watching a movie on the couch. His arm around my shoulder and me leaning on his chest, rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his other one.
"Sorry to ruin the moment love, but, as you Americans say 'I'm going to piss my pants'" Harry says untangling himself from me and running for the bathroom.
I love him so much.
I laugh lightly as I focus again on the movie and after a few minutes Harry still hasn't returned.
"Harry? You ok in there?" I yell, stifling a laugh.
"Yep, totally fine: I just ate too many cups of salsa." I start to laugh again, nuzzling into the fluffy coach.
The front door opens and shuts. That must be Niall and Eliza: they said they were coming over. I get up to greet my best friend and almost brother.
It's not them.
I'm faced with a man I was hoping I would never see again.
"Honey, I'm home." I freeze, unable to scream or run or do anything rational to get out of this situation. "You know you should get some tighter security here. It was too easy to just walk in your front door." I shudder, even his voice is evil.
"Emma what's going o— what in the bloody hell are you doing here?" Harry says as he emerges from the bathroom. Taking a stance in front of me.
"I'm here to end all of this." He says and lifts a gun that stares directly into my eyes. "It's over Emma. Any last words?"
My vision blurs and I grip to Harry's shirt, "Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you! I am your daughter?!" I yell sobbing. Happiness is overrated.
"Your mother loved you more she could ever love me, everyone did. I was worthless when they let me go: you made it worse." He grins, "Now you are going to pay."
A siren is heard outside and then a sudden pounding the door, "Open Up!" Is repeatedly said outside the door. "Surrender now!"
"Sorry, that's going to have to be a no." A bang sounds throughout the house and I shove Harry to the ground. Preparing for the impact that never comes.
Everything starts to seem as if it's in slow motion. The bullet hits the wall behind me and I watch the front door burst in. Harry tackles me to the ground, shielding me from whatever is coming. I look over his shoulder to see the gun on the floor and two cops wrestling my dad out of the house.
Harry and I layer there for what seemed like forever. When we finally got up, I went and lost everything that I had eaten that day to the toilet. More than once.
Harry had held my hair back and when I was done, carried me to the large bedroom we shared.
He held me tight saying the words I'd never thought I would hear, "It's over, your safe. It's finally over."
••• <— good old fashioned wattpad time jump
Harry and I had to head to the police station and fill them in on everything that happened. I later found out that Niall and Eliza had come over, but Eliza recognized the car that was my dads and they called the cops.
It's crazy to think that I could have died last night, but I didn't. There must be a reason, I just don't really know what it is yet.
I do know, however that I love Harry and right now he is my reason. And he's the reason I'm alive.
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