Emery Montgomery is no stranger to the spotlight, after all when you're the heir to the English throne, privacy isn't something you're used to. So when she's sent to New York City to attend university and in attempt to better her family's public ima...
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•Greyson's POV•
What. The. Fuck.
Emery runs off down the hallway, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Again. What the fuck?
Following behind her I watch her run into her room and shut the door behind her, As I get closer I can hear the muffled sounds of her crying from inside the room.
I raise my fist to knock on the door, the sounds echo through the hallway.
"Em?" I ask resting my forehead on the door. I wait for a few moments before turning away, Just as I step away I hear the lock on her door clicking and the creek of the old doors opening.
She looks at me with an almost pity-like look, the tip of her nose is red from all the crying, she turns around and walks back into her room but leaves the door open I take that as an invitation and follow her in.
"Emery, what's wrong?" I ask standing right behind her, I put my hand on her shoulder but she doesn't say anything.
My mind is racing a million miles a second,
Did I do something wrong?
As I'm playing over every conversation we had today trying to see where I went wrong she turns around, my heart breaks seeing her tear-stained cheeks.
Unconsciously I raise my thumb and wipe away the fallen tears, She shuts her eyes tightly like she's in pain.
I hate seeing her like this, I would do anything right now to see that pretty little smile of hers again.
"I-I c-can't" She mutters before collapsing into me, my arms immediately wrap around her waist holding her up.
"Can't what Em?" I ask, it's killing me not to know what's hurting her so much.
"Can't do this," She whispers into my chest, so quietly I barely heard.
"Love, you have to talk to me," I say.
"I can't," She states pulling away from me, I watch as she sits on the edge of her bed.
"Why's that," I ask sitting beside her.
"Because I'm scared," She says softly.
"I can't help you Em if I don't know what's wrong," I say in a softer voice.
"There's nothing I can do now," She states in a defeated sort of voice. A piece of hair falls from its position tied up, without a second thought I reach over and tuck the strand behind her ear.
She turns to look at me, Her eyes are red from crying. I don't move my hand from its spot now cupping her jaw.
"Beautiful," I whisper to myself, she gives me a faint smile before I watch her eyes get glasses again.
