Even If It Kills Me (One Direction and The Vamps Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21

Emma's POV

"Are you okay?" Harry asks me.

"Ya I'm fine," I lie. "Where's Katie? What's the yelling?"

I could care less about my own health right now. All that matters is that Katie and Cat are safe and okay. Niall bursts through the door of the dressing room holding Katie.

I spring out of Harry's arms and run over to Katie. Niall sets her on the coach so I sit on one side of the coach and Niall gently lays her head in my lap.

"Niall, get me an ice pack." I tell Niall. "Harry, get a first aid kit."

They both rush out of the room, looking for the supplies I commanded them to get. The first aid might have some band aids...

Get it? BAND aids? And they're in a BAND?

Ya okay nevermind.

"Oh Katie..." I say. She looks like a truck hit her. Her is a mess a mess, and she has what looks like a handprint on her cheek.

Katie doesn't speak, probably in shock.

Niall and Harry come back in with what I asked for. I put ice on Katie's face.

The whole time Niall and Harry sit there, whispering to eachother while glancing at us every so often. I just kinda sit there stroking Katie's hair, as if I hope it will help her recover.

Connor, Brad, and Tristan come into the dressing room.

"We are all very sorry for James' behavior," Brad says. He is obviously quite pissed at James. I take it that James is the one that did this to Katie. What boy has the guts to hit a girl? This is crazy!

"He will be punished for his actions," Connor reassures us. "But in the mean time, One Direction is on."

Niall and Harry's eyes go wide and they sprint out of the room to get to their places for their first song.

"You're still bleeding," Tristan tells me as he croaches down in front of me. He reaches up to brush my hair out of my face but I lean back to avoid his hand.

"I'm fine," I lie, like always. "All that matters is Katie."

"Well you matter to me," Tristan says as he stays croached down on the floor, looking straight at me.

"Katie," I tell him. "That's all that matters."

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up," Tristan tells me. He stands and holds his hand out for me to take to get up.

I shake my head and say,"I don't matter. Katie needs me."

"She needs you to be okay. That's what she needs right now. And to rest," Tristan tells me.

"I'm okay," I say to Tristan as I look down at Katie's face.

Tristan sets his hand on top of mine and says,"I know you're not."

He finally convinces me to go, so I take his hand and he leads me to one of those one person bathrooms that doesn't have a stall. I sit on the edge of the sink and just try to make myself not fall into the sink's basin.

Before I even hop up on the sink, I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I still have bruises everywhere, including a black eye. I have cuts on my face that have reopened and have fresh and dry blood on my face and arms. I guess when I fell I reopened some.

Tristan stands between my legs and takes a wet towel and wipes away some of the blood.

"So," he starts. "No one will tell me who did this to you..."

"I did. I did it to myself. It was my fault," I tell him.

"How can it be your fault?" Tristan asks as he sets the towel down to look at me.

"It just is," I say as I look back down at my hands. "I can finish," I add on. "You go have fun with your friends. There's only so many times you go on tour with your best friends."

I attempt a smile at him. He sees that I want to be alone for awhile so he nods his head. "Come back to the dressing room when you're done so that I know you're okay," he says, being the overprotective guy he is.

I smile and nod my head in reply. He smiles back and exits the room.

I can't hold it in anymore.

I break.

I collapse to the ground in tears. I should've never come on this tour. All I cause is pain it seems. Everyone has always been better off without me, they just don't realize it.

I could leave. I SHOULD leave. But I can't. I love these people and I have actually made friends.

But I'm falling for one of them, and that's not safe since everything that falls gets broken.

I think I'll stay for now, but if I start to hurt anymore people, I'm going. Far, far away.

I finally get up and clean myself off. I look terrifying, even without all the blood. All of my cuts have closed so there's no use for band aids. You can't really tell that I've been crying, so I decide that it's safe to go back to the room.

I walk in to see only Brad, Connor, and Tristan all talking on one side of the room, and Katie sleeping on the other. I walk over towards Katie.

I pull up a chair and sit down next to the coach that Katie's lays in. I prop my feet up on the chair so I'm like a ball. I lean my head against the back of the chair and slowly drift to sleep.

***

They threw me.

All of them.

Brad, James, Connor, Zayn, Liam, Louis, Niall, Harry, and even Tristan.

They threw me in the water and laughed. I couldn't breathe. It hurt to try and my lungs were filling with water.

I jolt awake, out of my nightmare. I wake up in another hotel room. Same designs as Harry's, but not Harry's room. My sheets are all twisted and thrown around and I'm breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down.

"Shhhh," a familiar voice says. "It's going to be alright."

Tristan climbs in next to me and just holds me close to him. I finally begin to calm down and Tristan takes notice of this.

"You okay now?" Tristan says. I can see his outline in the dark and can tell that he's looking right at me.

I shake my head and curl up against him as he holds me tight.

He then slowly lowers me onto the bed, I'm still curled up in a ball. I hear some noises and I then feel him pulling the sheet and blanket back over me. He crawls in next to me and holds me close to him the whole night.

By: flicka602