What Makes You Beautiful (1D fan-fic)

Chapter 9 - The Phone call.

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Chapter 9.

The minute we got to the house, I sprinted up to my bedroom. I couldn't bring myself to stay in his presence after he...

Stop, I ordered myself. Ignore him. All I have to do is stay up here for the rest of the night. My stomach rumbled in protest. Or atleast til he leaves.

I sighed, standing up making my way toward the bathroom, only to find it occupied. I leaned against the wall, waiting. Once I heard the toilet flush, I stood up straight, then cringed when i saw who it was. Ross.

"Emer." he smirked. "Fancy seeing you here." he joked with a sly smile.

"Save your jokes for someone who cares." I shot at him. An annoyed look made its way onto his face and in seconds he had me pinned up against the wall.

"We all know who has the upper hand here, so why don't you shut that patethic little mouth of yours." he growled. I gulped. "If you play a trick again, like the one you did earlier, there will be consequences. Understood?"

"I dont know what your talking about." I told him innocently.

"Cut the crap. You told them to pretend that they know something."

"How do you know I'm pretending?"I shot back.

"Your expressions. You're like an open book, easy to read." he replied. I pressed my lips together in a thin line.

"I can still tell them what you did." I tried.

"No you won't. If you did, it would be the last thing you did. We both know what I'm capable of." he Muttered darkly. I shivered.

"What's going in here?" Harrys voice rang out throughout the hallway. Ross stepped away from me.

"Nothing, just talking." he smiled. "Talk to you later Emer." he winked before retreating down stairs. Harry looked at my suspiciously. I shook my head making my way into the bathroom.

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I sighed, laying back on my bed.

"So you love me, as much as I love you. Would you hurt me baby? Would you do that to me, yeah-" my phone blared. I read the caller ID. Alli?

"Hello?" I murmured into the phone.

"He's gone! I killed him!" she slurred. My breath caught.

"You what? What are you talking about Alli?" I asked her.

"He thought he was so smart, I showed him." she laughed bitterly.

"Who? What did you do?"

"Toby." she paused. "Did you know what he did? He screamed at me for drinking and..." she trailed off dazed.

"And..?"

"And...and...and the drugs! It hurts. He doesn't know what I'm going through." she whined. My eyebrows creased in confusion.

"Drugs? Alli, why are taking that crap?" I yelled angrily.

"Shut it, you cow." she spat. My eyes widened.

"Alli, Where are you?" I asked her.

"I'm in a motel room. God, there's so much blood..." my heart stopped. Blood?

"Blood? Who's blood Alli?"

"Tobys! I told you I showed him!" she yelled angrily. I tear streamed down my face.

"Oh god." I muttered. "Alli, what did you do? Is Toby okay?" I asked hopefully.

"Why do you care about Toby so much? Toby, Toby, Toby...it's always about him!" she snarled. There was a long pause. "Tobys dead now." she told me harshly, then she hung up.

"Oh god, oh god." I muttered in panic.

"Dylan!" I cried. Just then, did I realise that I was shaking. The boys burst in the room, Ross included. They found me in the corner rocking back and forth, shaking uncontrolably.

"She didn't, she couldn't." I murmured dazed.

"Emer?" Dylan asked shocked.

"Oh god, oh god." i picked up my phone and dialed her number again.

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached right now-" I hung up.

"FUCK!" I cried.

"Emer, What's wrong?" Harry asked with a frown. I ignored him.

"Dylan she...she...she...." I trailed off. "Oh god, Toby!" I mumbled before breaking out in tears. "Poor Toby."

"Man, she can't even think straight. Shes just tired probably." Ross reasoned.

"She's not tired." Louis shot back at him.

"Dylan, C-Can I talk to you alone?" I whispered. He nodded cautiously.

"Guys, out." Dylan told them. They did as asked and then minute they left the room.

"God, What am I gonna do? I don't want her to go to jail!" I cried.

"Jail, What are you talking about? Start from the beginning." he ordered.

"Alli called, she was drunk or...high." he nodded, frowning.

"High?" he questioned. I shrugged.

"Toby - her boyfriend, he...he shouted at her for drinking and doing drugs all the time, I presume and she...she..."

"What did she do?" Dylan pressed.

"I don't know! That's the thing." I cried, feeling helpless. "She said their was so much blood and that she 'showed' him. She's in some motel room. God Dylan, what do I do?" he seemed shocked, frozen almost. "Dylan?" no response. "Dylan, She killed him!" I blubbered. There was still no response. So I smacked him, across the face.

"Help me you idiot!"

"Mom, I'll call mom." he told me, running out if the room. I walked out behind him, biting my nails.

"Everything okay?" Liam asked from the sitting room. All the boys turned their heads in interest. I shook my head.

"Are you okay, love?" he asked, As I crawled next to him on the couch and snuggled into him.

"Dylans just ringing his mom, Everythings fine. No need to worry." I told him, my eyes trained on the television, though that was the last thing I was thinking about. I was aware that everyone was staring at me, but I choose to ignore it.

Dylan burst in the room minutes later.

"My moms on her way over with your dad. She said to try and keep calling her, see if she picks up." I nodded and toke out my phone, dialling and redialing her number sevral times. She never answered.

"What's going on?" Zayn asked. I looked up at Dylan. He shook his head, not saying anything.

"Family problem." I muttered, redialing Alli's number.

"Toby! Call Toby! If she's still there..." he cringed. I nodded.

"I think I have his number..." I trailed off.

It rang until someone picked up. My breath hitched.

"H-Hello?" I stumbled.

"Hello, Who is this?" an unfamiliar voice answered.

"Uh, Who is this?" I challenged.

"Miss, this is Agent Davison of the FBI. I'm going to ask again, who is this? And why are you calling my murder victim." my heart stopped.

"Emer, My name is Emer Emerson." I finally answered, bracing myself for what was going to happen next.