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

Chapter 24

Emma's POV

Katie had suffered only few injuries from James's beating. She was awake and pretty much recovered, and we at least got to say hi.

I've decided I'm going to wait by her bedside, until she gets to leave. It's hard to see your best friend in a hospital bed hurting. Sure she seems all calm and peaceful, but it's hard to focus on that when there are medical things sticking in her arms and a heart monitor going. Even after she tells me I can leave because she wants to sleep, I still stay just in case something were to happen.

"Emma," Harry says to me, waking me up out of my half-sleep. "You should seriously go up to sleep. You haven't well for a couple days."

"That doesn't matter," I tell him, not taking my eyes off of Katie's sleeping body. "All that matters is that Katie gets out of here and I want to be there for her when she does."

"Well she needs you to be okay," Harry tries to explain to me. "Emma, when was the last time you ate?"

I look up at him and back at the ground, feeling a little bit ashamed.

"That's my point!" he tells me. "You haven't been sleeping and you haven't been eating! If you keep continuing like this, it's going to happen again. And the first time you scared me half to death. Please don't do that to me again."

"Well sorry for caring about my friend," I yell back at him sarcastically, looking back up to see his enraged face. He calms down a little when he sees that I'm now frustrated.

"You can't put everyone before you and call it love," he says very quietly, quoting The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

I look back at Katie, ignoring his last comment. It is love. I love her and Cat so much, obviously more then I love myself. I would die for them anyday. I think that's love. Is it wrong to have people that you sometimes treat better then yourself?

"At least sleep," Harry says to me as he crouches in front of me, putting my hands in his. "Please."

I finally agree since I am completely exhausted. I let out a great big yawn as Harry helps me out of the chair by Katie's bed. I walk over to her and kiss her forhead.

"I'll be back soon," I tell her sleeping body, knowing that she probably can't hear me. I finally retract from her body and turn to see Harry waiting for me.

I walk out of the room without saying anything, leaving a confuse Harry behind.

He finally jogs to catch up to me and we walk up to our rooms in a comfortable silence.

"Where's my stuff?" I ask Harry once we exit the elevator since I forget where I left it.

"Tristan's room since you slept there last," Harry says sadly. Why does he sound sad though?

"Okay," I tell him. "I'll just stay in his room since I already have the key." I pull out the keycard from my jean pocket. He nods his head a little sadly. To make it up to him, I give him a hug before we part ways. He immediantly hugs me back and kisses my forhead once we pull apart.

"Goodnight, Harry," I say as I start heading to Tristan's room. I turn back to see Harry standing where I left him.

"Goodnight, Emma," he says as I insert the key in Tristan's door. I smile back to Harry before I quietly enter Tristan's room, hoping not to wake him.

I let my eyes adjust to the darkness for a couple seconds until I can finally see my suitcase on the floor. I walk over to it silently and grab a pair of what I thought was shorts.

I pull them out to see that they're Niall's boxers. I smile at the memory of that night and how nice he was to me. I quickly take off my jeans and slip the boxers on. I walk over to the bed that Tristan isn't in.

I suddenly remember the last time that I slept alone didn't end well (well except for the part that I got to sleep next to Tristan). That was partially the reason I didn't sleep well recently or at all. I kept getting more nightmares and it scared me. I know I should at least try to sleep so I decide to carefully crawl in next to Tristan. Maybe just his presence will prevent the nightmares.

I don't touch him, in fear of waking him since he looks so calm and beautiful sleeping. I finally settle in the bed and I pull the blanket closer to me, with my back facing Tristan.

As I start to slowly drift to sleep, Tristan's arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"Emma," he says my name sleepily.

"Ya, it's me," I reassure him. He pulls me up against his chest, and I should mention that most guys don't sleep in shirts, including him. The second my back touches his body, I instantly warm up.

I begin to relax in his embrace as we both drift off to sleep, the same way we did a couple nights ago.

***

"Emma, time to get up. We have another concert today."

I look up to see a shirtless Tristan sitting on the bed next to me. I slowly nod my head and sit up sleepily.

"Wait," I exclaim kind of loudly. "Did I wake up in the middle of the night screaming or anything?"

"No..." Tristan says, giving me a confused look.

"Thank you so much," I tell Tristan as I tackle him in a hug. "I haven't slept well in a really long time."

He hugs me back and says,"Same here. Except for the other night when you slept in my room."

"You get nightmares too?" I ask him. I guess I'm not the only one.

He nods his head as he pulls away so he's looking at me straight in the eye.

"What are yours about?" I ask him shyly. I'm interested to know what his are about.

"If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine," he says. It seems like a fair trade so I agree to it and tell him what I dream about that makes me scream.

"You all shoved me in the water and laughed at me. I couldn't breathe."

"Couldn't you have swam away?" Tristan asks, seeming confused.

"I can't swim," I say quietly, barely audible. "And that's what they did to me so I keep having that memory come back, except it's you guys..."

"Who's they? The people who hurt you back in New York?" he asks me as he reaches towards my face. He lightly touches the scar that's still on my cheek.

I nod my head. "Are you ever going to tell me who they were?" Tristan asks, sounding hopeful that I might tell him.

I look back down into my lap, not wanting to answer that. He's going to think it was his fault and he'll blame himself when it was actually all my fault.

He sighs sadly.

"I also have nightmares of being forgotten. Like I'd go up to Katie or Cat or even you in my dreams and say hi. And none of you remembered me..." I tell him, changing the subject.

"I can't possibly ever forget you, Emma," Tristan says with sincerity in his eyes. He finally gets up to change.

"Wait you never told me yours," I call after him before he's about to enter the bathroom to change. "What your nightmares are of."

He stops walking and looks ahead of him like he's debating whether or not to tell.

"Losing you," he tells me looking my way. He quickly enters the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, almost like he's ashamed that he said that to me.

By: flicka602