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

Chapter 30

Emma's POV

Niall left for a few minutes at my request. 'Please don't tell anyone else what happened, Niall' I think to myself. No one else needs to know. Harry will be so pissed off it won't be funny. Tristan will be even worse. The other boys I haven't exactly talked to except for 20 Questions with One Direction. Wow, 20 Questions with One Direction, I never thought I would say that...

I try to get up to make sure the door is shut, but I suddenly feel lightheaded so I fall back onto the bed. I feel something sticky on my forehead and realize I still haven't gotten all the blood off. I reach up to touch it and realize it's still bleeding. Shoot.

I slowly get up to get a towel to apply pressure to it, but I then hear a knock on the door and I freeze.

"It's me," a familiar voice yells through the door. "Tristan. Niall sent me to help and I am now seriously worried."

"I'm fine," I yell back hoarsely. What happened to my voice?!?! Ugh. I clear my voice and repeat myself yelling,"I'm fine!"

At least that sounded normal.

"Then why is Niall worried?" Tristan yelled back.

"Ummm..." I don't know what to say...

"Then just let me in! Niall didn't give me a key!" he yells, now seeming frustrated.

And that is why I took the key, so no one could come in.

"I'm fine!" I shout back from my spot, sitting on the bed.

"Then why won't you open the door?" he questions back.

"Because I look horrifying!" I say honestly. I finally get up and with wobbly legs, I walk to the bathroom and grab a towel.

"You're always beautiful to me," he says, a little bit calmer now. "Now open the door if you're fine, or else I'll call security or something to break the door down. Or the hotel staff. There's other ways to get in."

Shoot.

I'm stuck. It's either him seeing me like this or even MORE people seeing me like this.

I choose Tristan.

"Just promise me you won't scream, make me go anywhere, or bring strangers here," I say to him while I stand on the other side of the door. I'm okay with friends coming in because I guess they're going to have to see me at some point anyhow.

"I promise," he says back. I slowly open the door and hide behind it, out of his view as he walks through the door.

"Emma?" Tristan asks. He's looking at me but can't exactly see me since I'm in the shadows. "Why are you hiding?"

"Because I'm scared," I say quietly.

"I don't bite," Tristan says.

"You probably do, they don't call you The Vamps for no reason." I replied, mostly kidding.

Tristan laughed, but then became serious again. "Can you please just let me see you?" He asks.

"Just please don't yell at me," I tell him quietly, fear clear in my voice. "It's my fault anyway."

"Okay I promise," he says calmly, running a hand through his hair like he knows that something is coming.

I finally move the door, making my back face him and using my hair as a curtain to hide my face since that's the worst.

"Emma? Why do you look worse then when I last saw you?" Tristan asks quietly, seeming almost fearful of my answer.

I finally turn around and face him. He steps forward and moves my hair aside. His facial expression immediantly changes to pity and hurt. He leads me to the bathroom with his hand on the small of my back.