"---Harry's POV---(after hanging up with Emily on the phone)
I slammed my hands down onto the table's hard surface. The sound of clinging glassware echoed along the dining area. Glares from the surrounding tables burned onto my back. I could feel my body raising and lowering with every deep breath I took. I wasn't able to protect her from Brandon, and now I won't be able to protect her from a fucking pap. I hated the feeling of knowing I was useless. She was in trouble, and I couldn't help her. I felt so useless knowing that some man was following her, while I was over here, doing nothing.
Knowing I had to do something, I paid for the drink I had ordered, and ran out of the restaraunt. I knew she wouldn't be at Niall's, but I had to try. I had to start my search somewhere. The day was a bit windy. Shoving my hands into my jacket pockets, I walked towards my best mates house. Why didn't I bring the damn car with me? I would have arrived alot quicker. Move your ass Harry! My conscious mentally kicked me, making me run towards Niall's house.
Finally reaching the front lawn, I was panting. Gasping for air, I knew I couldn't stop just yet. I had to make sure she was here, please... please be here! Taking large strides towards the front door, I decided to not bother knocking. I didn't have to tippy toe in order to reach the key that sat ontop of the door frame.
The key slowly turned inside of the lock. A small 'click' indicated that the door was now unlocked. Slowly turning the knob, I walked into the front walkway. My lips parted, ready to yell out for Emily, to see if she was here. The sound of her frantic voice made me stop. She was talking to Niall about something.
Trying to make myself unnoticed, I took small, quiet steps forward. Silently praying she wouldn't notice me. I wanted to know what she was talking about.
I could see her lift her shirt a bit, scanning her bruised body. Her h..." http://wattpad.com/story/4941842
