Adopted... by THEM?! (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Fourteen~ Hate-

Zayn's P.O.V.

"Okay Emily, lets go." Liam smiled, gently pulling the blankets off of her.

She wobbled slightly, but Liam steadied her, giving her a small smile as he did.

She looked extremely pale and skinny. Though she had been sleeping for a while there were dark bags under her eyes. Beads of sweat layed against her forehead. She looked dead on her feeet to say the least.

We were all watching her nervously, worriedly she would suddenly drop.

Harry wrapped his arm around her waist, and gently guided her out of the room. I frowned when I noticed her still wearing her jeans, tha seemed so uncomfortable to sleep in, but after debating it we decided not to change her as she woul probably freak when she woke up.

We walked into the kitchen as one. Wearily, Louis pulled out a chair for Emily, whom numbly sat down in it, looking exhausted and weak.

We all helped out setting the table and laying out the food, except for Emily and Louis as Emily had her head down on the table and Louis was gently rubbing her back.

"Emmy, honey, you've got to lift your head so I can put your food in front of you." I told her.

Slowly, she rose her head and i set the plate down in front of her. Once we were all sat down we began digging in. I was on the left of Emily and Louis was on her right, next to him was Harry, then Niall, then Liam, who was also on my left. We all watched as Emily picked up her fork and tried to eat. It was awful to watch, her hands were shaking so much from being cold that she could barely hold it. She frowned in concentration, but after a minute she just set it down and hung her head down in shame. We all gazed at her for a second, that was, until i saw the tears dripping down her face.

"Emily." I sighed, she lifted her head to face me.

"Do you want some help?" I asked her gently.

She shook her head, "N-no."

For once; the table was completely silent as I gave her a doubful look.

"I can't do anything by myself." Her voice cracked at the end and she started to full on sob.

She buried her face in her hands.We all looked at each other unsure of what to do. Harry got up and walked over to her, he whispered something in her ear and she sighed. He forced her to face him gently and wiped away the last of her tears. 

Then, she stood up and without a word to the rest of us, her and Harry walked away.

I raised my eyebrows at the rest of the boys, who shrugged in response.

We continued to eat, but i felt bad eating without them, but i wasn't sure when they would come back.

A few minutes later though, they reappeared. Emily was in Harry's big purple Jack Wills sweatshirt. Harry was walking behind her his hands on both of her shoulders guiding her back to the table. When she sat down next to me, her sleeve brushed against my arm, and i noticed that it was extremely warm. Ohh, Harry must've put it in the dryer for her to warm it up, nice work Styles, nice work. I applaud you on that.

We all gave her small smiles, which she returned. Slowly, she picked up her fork and even though it was still shaking slightly she ignored it and began to eat.

"So Emily," Liam started.

She looked up at him.

"You see, we need to talk about your education again." He continued.

She froze as a terrified look passed across her face.

"When we go on tour, we can get you a tutor." Louis told her smiling.

She seemed to ease up a bit.

"But" He continued.

She tensed again.