Half A Heart (A One Direction Fan Fiction)
Chapter One
Emma's P.O.V.
I woke up in a pitch black room. I crawled around but felt nothing useful for my situation, I was being held captive in a strangers basement. Well that's my guess. My name is Emma, I'm 16 and live in a family of four. My dad lives in Costa Rica so I don't see much of him and my mom works 3rd shift at a children's hospital in Canterbury, England even though our apartment is in London.
I continued to crawl around until I ran into a wall, which wasn't for a while, I mean I think the basement is bigger than our apartment. From there I kept one hand on the wall and continued to crawl slowly around the room. After what seemed to be hours my hand slipped down about one inch from one wall to another hard, wobbly object, a door! I fumbled around trying to find a doorknob and at last my hand slipped over a cold, round handle. I twisted the doorknob to see if it was unlocked, and to my surprise it was! I cracked the door open a bit only to see a young girl who looked about in her 20's lying on the floor with her arm outstretched and resting on someone or something I couldn't see. I creaked open the door a bit more and it made a horrible noise. The girl turned to what I guessed now was a someone and whispered something is his/her ear. I then saw a young man about in his 20's get up and walk towards the door. I knew it, it was all over.
Louis's P.O.V.
I slowly walked towards the girl leaning out of the door and motioned for her to come out. As she opened the door it revealed her long brown curly hair that flowed down to her hip area and she was wearing ripped jeans and a tattered grey sweatshirt. I called for Eleanor to come by me, but she rolled her eyes and continued to watch her movie. So taking charge I went into her room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a purple t-shirt off of her dresser and showed the girl to the bathroom. She cooperatively went into the bathroom and took the clothes from me.
Emma's P.O.V.
The young man handed me a stack of clothes that looked a bit big, but they would have to do. I closed the bathroom door quickly and sat down. So many things were running through my mind but the only thing that popped out was the question, why was I in these nice people's house? I thought about this as I slipped into the black baggy sweatpants and purple t-shirt the man had given me.
Louis's P.O.V.
She looked adorable in that purple top, wait why was I crushing on her? I had a girlfriend of my own. She cautiously sat down on the floor. She asked me one question and one question only, Why am I here? I explained to her that she was passed out on the street and we were on our way home from our anniversary dinner. Eleanor spotted her on the side of the road, and the concerned and nice people we were, took her in. When I finished she was speechless and it seemed like she was having flashbacks.
Emma's P.O.V.
I was having major flashbacks. Everything was piecing together. I remember slamming the door I'm my moms face a screaming through the door "YOU DESERVE TO DIE IN HELL!" Then i ran away. I didn't really mean what I said I was just so pissed at her for what she was planning to do. There was a list of things to be done on the counter when I got home, and I was pretty sure I sent supposed to see it. The list read:
~Cut Emma's hair
~Send Emma to a boarding school
~Move to Hawaii
I mean who in the right mind wold just do that. She knew from when I was five I hated getting my haircut, even trimmed. I would kick and scream until she stopped. I told her every time that I would tell her when I was ready but she was too impatient. I had just recently had our neighbor trim my ends and she got angry because she was always supposed to do that even though I hated when she did. She was always jealous of my long hair and threatened to cut it off every time I pissed her off. I guess I had done more than piss her off this time.