The beginning of the end –part 1-
Harry’s P.O.V.
It was seven in the morning and I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Emma slept on my left side. She had her head on my chest. She had one leg over mine and her arms hugging me tightly. I ran my fingers through her hair. Her white skin contrasted with mine a bit tanned and covered in ink.
‘“Why you fell in love with her?”’ The question that Jade made me yesterday rumbled in my thoughts.
I fell in love with her for her smile... No, it was for how she pronounced my name... No, it was for how her fingers fit perfectly between mine, for the way she hugged and kissed me. For the way she always made me smile. For how she was always there for me and how she had never made me aside.
I passed the tips of my fingers through her skin. I frowned as I focused on every spot of her skin... They looked different, but I knew all of them.
Emma opened her eyes abruptly and I withdrew my hand. She stood up so abruptly that I thought she was going to fall. She put a hand over her mouth as she walked to the bathroom. I got out of bed and followed her to the bathroom. She held tightly to the toilet while vomiting.
I knelt beside her. With one of my hands I held her and with the other I pulled back her hair from her face. Her stomach contracted violently and a thin layer of sweat began to appear on her forehead. I put my face on her back. It was still astride but that nothing came from his mouth. Her breathing was agitated.
She closed the lid and pulled the lever. She dropped tired in my arms. Tears coming out from her eyes.
“It’s okay babe, calm down.”
I helped her stand up. She walked to the sink and brushed her teeth several times. She rinsed her mouth with a little tap water. She returned to bed and snuggled under the covers.
“What was that?” I asked sitting next to her. “Are you sick?”
Emma stayed some seconds in silence and then sligtly nodded.
“Yesterday Perrie and I eat Indian food....” She said bringing her legs to her chest and hugging them.
I raised an eyebrow. Indian Food? What the hell...?
Emma pulled the sheets making herself a lump under these. I winced. If she was sick I had to look after her. I held her against my chest, she snuggled, burying her face in my neck. Emma moved her index finger on the skin of my chest. I kissed her forehead and took my phone.
I sent a couple of messages saying that I wouldn’t go today because Emma was sick. After a while Emma fell asleep in my arms. I pulled the strands of hair from her face. I closed my eyes tightly. The guilt was hanging over me like a black shadow. I knew I had no right to be there. I had failed to her, in the worst way posible.
And knowing what I had done I had the nerve to look at her and hold her as if nothing had happened. Unconsciously I began to stroke her belly with my thumb. She didn’t move.
My phone vibrated against the bedside table. I took it and opened the message sender without noticing the sender.
“Where are you?”
Jade.
“I don’t want to see you.” I replay with sincerity.
The only reason why I had been with her, and now I just realized, was to fill the fill that I had when Emma was not here.
“Oh, are you with the blind girl? Did she already open the eyes?”
“Don’t call her like that, stop talking to me.”
“What? Now are you regretted? Aww, poor mama's boy."
“Ha, ha. So funny. And yeah I regret everything.”
"Well, and are you going to leave me like that?"
“Yes, what is between us is an employment contract."
"Now you're starting with that? After all the times in my bed?"
“Shut up Jade.”
“Oh, c’mon. After all now you are ashamed?”
“Yeah, stop speaking to me.”
“Do you know that there is no longer a secret if three know it?”
“Leave that issue to threaten me. Here the one with the power is me."
“So? And are you powerful enough to convince Emma that you are a holy child who hasn’t done anything? Because, believe me, I do not think she will you forgive this and you didn’t do it once."
“Stop fucking me Jade. Go to hell and find someone else to manipulate.”
I deleted the messages and left the phone on the nightstand. It vibrated a few times but I just ignored it. It was almost nine. I settled Emma on my chest and lay on bed. I was tired and in less than I expected and was asleep...
Two days later, at night, we were all in a club. The music was so loud I could barely hear the conversation. Lights of different colors were moving all over the place. The full and empty glasses were on the table. Alcoholic drinks of all colors and flavors went from mouth to mouth. Alcohol began to take effect on my body.
Emma came and sat beside me. The black dress fit her body perfectly and heels made her be almost my height. I had lost the count of how many glasses I had been drinking and I watched everything around me blurred. Things seemed to move from them places and I had so much alcohol in my body that I was ecstatic.
“Let's dance.” I pulled Emma's arm as I dragged her to the dance floor.
The body, influenced by alcohol, moved to the beat of the music saved each other. As I could I made space between the people. I ran my hands around her waist and pulled her to me. Emma laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck. She began to move her body to the rhythm of the music and it wasn’t hard for me to follow her. I couldn’t look well and my senses were uncoordinated, so I just let her guide me.
Emma’s P.O.V.
I left the bathroom and saw that Harry was no longer on the table next to the others. I looked at the dance floor and there was Harry dancing with... Jade? I grimaced and went to sit at the table with the boys. I took a sip of soda. I perfectly knew that I could not drink alcohol.
All spoke animatedly and I just watched as Harry and Jade danced like they could not be separated. And as if that wasn‘t enough she was wearing the same dress as me. And as expected she wears it better.
Everyone got up to go dancing and I stayed sitting, drinking form my glass. A boy stood in front of me. He had chocolate eyes, like his hair and was smiling sweetly. Somehow he reminded me of Jessie. He reached out his hand to me, inviting me to dance. I hesitated, but I would not spend the night there watching as Harry ignored me.
I took the boy's hand and we headed to the dance floor. I looked back and some guys from a table near to ours that whistled and clapped, shouting words like "Well made Brenton" and "conquer her, boy." Surely his friends. We snuck between people trying to find a place to dance.
Brenton and I keep dancing all night long. Perrie had waved me, asking if I wanted to go back to the hotel with them. I had said no. Anyway, Harry was not able to drive and I would have to take him.
At two in the morning Brenton said goodbye and I went to sit at the table we had occupied. The only remaining of our group were Harry and me. I stood there a few minutes, waiting for Harry. After about fifteen minutes I decided to go get him. The club was not that crowed, but still it was hard to walk among the people.
Harry had left without me. I sighed frustrated and left the club. I tried calling Perrie and Eleanor... even Niall. But none answered. And when I was trying to call again the screen went blank, indicating that the battery was dead.
“Great, just great.” I said to myself.
I started walking towards the hotel, hoping to find a taxi. But no taxi appeared and it was understandable. Who would need a taxi at half past two? Oh yeah, the girl who was forgotten by her boyfriend at the club. I tried to find a pay phone, but nothing.
“Why they pick a club so far from the hotel?” I complained.
The streets were dark and there was no sign of anyone. I heard footsteps behind me. My heart started beating hard and all my senses were alert. Using my phone screen looked if there was someone behind me. A guy walked several yards behind me. I tried to calm down and crossed a street to see if he was following me or it has been pure coincidence.
He continued to walk behind me. I accelerated slowly over and he did it too. Every second he was closer and closer. I started running in a moment of desperation. He ran after me. My body slammed into something, or rather someone. Another guy was in front of me and held me by the wrists.
“Where you think you’re going beautiful?”
Whoever came running after me approached and I struggled to him let me go. I him a kick in the crotch and he let me go, falling to the floor writhing in pain. I went running again but two showed up and grabbed me. One of them covered my mouth with one hand.
“It seems that we have a tough girl.”
I tried to scream and move but I had secured. Panic began to fill and I no longer knew what to do. I could not move, could not scream, I could not defend myself. And there were four against me...