Before you read this chapter I have something exciting that happened Friday to tell you all...

....I met Louis fucking Tomlinson. My sass King. (Cue me sobbing)

He was so cute and he's actually not that tall but he's adorable as fuck and much more attractive in person. I lowkey stared at him for so long and now I feel like writing details about his face is going to be so much easier lol. I'm very happy, I've been wanting to meet him for so long. I just wanted to share that excitement with you all and I'm still in shock LOL okay I'm done. Enjoy this chapter! <3

Brad- Cody Christian

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I was running, branches cracking under my bare feet and the cold night air whipping against my skin. My heart was nearly racing out of my chest and I was panting, desperate to catch my breath. But I couldn't, I had to keep going and the sounds of the increasing footsteps chasing after me was my motivation. I pumped my elbows, the muscles in my calves straining under the amount of pressure I was putting on my body as I pushed forward to increase the distance between us. I was almost there. I could see the blue light through the trees.

I ran through the edge of the trees, bursting into the plain of grass before I was taking off towards the back door that was wide open. It was there, waiting for me to run through it and I was so close. Just a few more feet away and I would be there. I pushed myself forward, desperate to get inside when a body was suddenly tackling me from the side. The air was knocked out of me and instead of falling onto the ground, I was enveloped into cold water. I choked, forcing my eyes open to see a body swimming above me. I pushed myself away and swam as fast as I could to get to the surface, breathing in deeply once I made it above water. I blinked away the droplets of water from my eyes and turned to see the last person I had ever wanted floating right in front of me.

Confusion clouded my brain as I took in his dry appearance despite him just falling into the water with me. His dark hair was pushed back into a messy quiff and his brown eyes looked pitched black, matching the night sky. I moved to swim away, wanting to get as far as I could from Zayn, especially when I saw the blood drenching his face and neck. There was no cuts, no bruises on him and it was evident enough that the blood on him was not his. I stared wide eyed at him as a sadistic smile grew on his face just as the blood on him began to crawl down his skin and over his shirt, sliding onto his forearms before slipping into the water. I gasped as the blood spread through out the water, turning it a dark crimson. I swam backwards, panic surging through my chest when the blood spreads through the water towards me. Zayn moves forward, the evil grin still plastered on his lips and I can't get away fast enough when he lunges. His blood covered hands wrap around my throat in an instant, and my scream is cut short when he tightens his hold and forces me under the water.

I kick my legs profusely, desperate to get away and when I open my mouth to scream, it fills with the taste of metallic. I choke, my lungs filling with the thick liquid and not thinking in my haste of panic, I open my eyes to see nothing but blood red. The image frightens me so much that a rush of adrenaline runs through my veins and I'm able to momentarily escape Zayn's grasp. I plunge through the surface, gasping and coughing on the vile taste in my mouth. The hands on my throat disappear briefly and I move my fists up to my eyelids, wiping at the liquid before opening my eyes.

The pool water is now completely red, and I stare in disbelief for a moment then look down at my hands and arms. They're covered in red and when I lift my hands up to my face to inspect them I realize what the red water is and why it tastes so horrid. It's blood, thick and warm. And the fact disgusts and terrifies me so much that a loud pitch scream escapes my mouth when I look down the rest of my body to see I'm covered in it from head to toe. I swim backwards, hurriedly trying to get out of the blood filled pool when I bump into something hard behind me. I'm about to scream again only to be stopped with another blood drenched hand to fly over my mouth.

A hot breath hits the out shell of my ear, a hard chest pressing into my back. "He should have killed you."

And then, that hand slides down to my throat in an instant and I'm being shoved under the water again. I choke wretchedly and the blood fills my lungs, drowning me and taking away all of my oxygen. I can't see a thing and I'm unable to distinguish where Zayn is, all I can think about is how I'm hoping Harry will jump in and save me. It's the only thing I have to hold onto, and it's why I'm fighting to keep every last breath I can.

But he never comes.

So eventually, I let go.

"Em, wake up!"

I jolt with a start, my hands flying up to hold my own throat. My eyes open, darting around the room in alert as I gasp for air. I look around frantically looking for the person who had pushed me under the pool of blood. My eyes land on every corner and inch of the room and my panic dies down for a split second when I don't see Zayn, only to heighten again when I don't recognize where I am. My eyebrows draw in confusion and the hand on my shoulder shakes me lightly that my head turns abruptly, eyes wide and my breaths coming out fast as I meet Harry's worried gaze. What the fuck? What was he doing here?

"Harry?" My voice cracks and I lean away from him, putting some distance between our bodies. I briefly look down at my clothing, frowning when I see I'm only wearing a black t-shirt. Where were my clothes? How did I get in this? Where the hell even was I?

"Are you okay?" He asks carefully, seeming a little panicked and I look back up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Where are my clothes?" I ask, looking around the unfamiliar room until I spot them lying at the foot of the bed. "Where am I? What are you doing here?"

"Em, relax." He tells me softly, taking a deep breath and lifts his hand but I flinch away instinctively, still sensitive from my recurring nightmare. He frowns at me when I do and although I can tell he has the urge to comfort me, he drops his hand between us, leaning up on his elbow and I finally notice that he's shirtless.

"We're at my flat." He tells me slowly and I look back up to meet his guarded troubled eyes. "We came here after the club. And you changed yourself. Don't you remember?"

"No." I whisper and blink at him before turning to gaze up at the ceiling, my fingers curling around the blanket to pull it higher up to my chin. "I don't remember much."

"You don't remember," he repeats and when he doesn't say anything for a few seconds I peek at him through the side of my eye. He looks distressed and upset. "What do you remember?"

"Going to the club, painting your face, drinking, dancing." I pause, my tongue darting out to lick my lips as I tried to recollect what happened after that. I was dancing with Lila and Morgan, then I went to get another drink. I was talking to Harry and then I went back to dancing after Harry and I flirted...

My eyes widen when a sudden rush of images fill my brain, some blurry and some very vivid and clear. Instinctively, my eyes dart down to Harry's crotch and my face gets hot when I remember what I did to him. Oh god.

I roll away from him in an instant, shooting up from the bed and tripping over my own feet. I stumble to where my clothes lie and grab them in a haste, moving to slip my skirt back up my legs when Harry sits up from the bed, his hands outstretched behind him and the blanket falling to his hips.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm changing. I have to go home, I shouldn't be here." I say in a rush, almost tripping when my foot gets caught in my skirt. I refuse to look Harry in the eye, completely embarrassed after what I did to him in the restroom at the club. That memory was the one that was clear as day. And to say I was horrified was an understatement.

"Em," I don't look up but I see him move to push the blanket away from his waist through my peripheral vision. "It's three in the morning. You can't go home right now."

"Sure I can, you're only what? Two streets away from my apartment? I'll be fine."

"No," he says and walks around the edge of the bed, taking my shirt from my hands and tossing it to the other side of the room. "You shouldn't be going anywhere by yourself this late at night. Even if it's two fucking feet away or not."

"I shouldn't be here, Harry." I tell him honestly but he ignores what I said, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly ignoring my previous statement and I step back, forcing myself to look him in the eye.

"I'm fine. I just need to go home."

"You were screaming."

"What?"

"Before I woke you up, you were screaming." He tells me and I feel my face drain, my eyes darting away when he frowns and takes a step closer to me. "What did you dream about?"

"Nothing, Harry." I snap and he leans away, holding his hands up in surrender. "It was just a stupid dream. It happens, I'm fine."

"Then why are you trembling?" He asks and I look back towards him to see his eyes on my hands. I follow his line of vision and see that he's right, my hands are shaking so much. I hadn't even noticed, too distracted over what happened the previous night and still a little off from my dream. I bite my lip, forcing my hands into a fists and moving to hide them behind my back.

"It's cold." I lie, and it's a horrible one when we both know how hot it is in the room from the ending of summer. He arches his eyebrow and I turn my back to him, looking outside through his window to see it was still pitch black. The streets were barely lit and the more I thought about walking home, the less appealing the idea seemed.

"You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to. But I'd prefer if you didn't lie to me." He says and I clench my jaw, breathing out through my nose as I tried to calm my racing heart.

"I really should go home." I whisper more to myself than him. I hear the floorboards creek and I glance over my shoulder to see Harry stepping to stand beside me, his arms crossed over his chest. My eyes automatically flicker down to his bare chest, his arms bulging with the way he had them positioned. His hair is sticking up in random places and his eyes are slightly red, cheeks flushed from the bedroom's heat.

"It's late. It's not safe for you to go home at a time like this."

"I can't stay here with you, Harry."

"Why?" He asks and turns his body to meet my gaze. I press my lips together, subtly stepping to the side to create a little space between us. "What's the problem with being here with me?"

"We're friends. Friends don't sleep in the same bed."

"Friends also don't make out and hookup in a public restroom." He snorts and I feel my cheeks go hot, the heat spreading down to my neck and I swallow the lump at the back of my throat down.

"We were drunk," I whisper, and see him tense at my words. "It shouldn't have happened."

He shakes his head. "I knew this would happen."

"What?"

"Nothing." He sighs in exasperation and turns to face me fully, dropping his arms to his side. "Look, I'm not letting you go home. It's too late for you to be walking the streets by yourself and I'm too tired to walk you. So just stay okay? If you're uncomfortable with sleeping in the same bed as me, then I'll go sleep on the couch."

"I shouldn't stay ha-,"

"Right, because friends don't do this." His tone is clipped and slightly cold that I flinch at the sound of it, my eyes wide as he rubbed the back of his neck and briefly closed his eyes. He opens them after a moment and his shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. "We'll talk about this in the morning. It's too late to have this conversation."

I don't say anything, because I knew he was right but frankly I preferred not to have the conversation at all. I just wanted for the both of us to pretend it never happened. "Okay." I mumble and he nods, moving towards the bed again and grabbing a small plush pillow. I watch timidly as he moves to the other side of the room, grabbing a thin blanket that was folded on the computer chair. He tucks it under his arm and glances at me again, his expression softening and his eyes growing worried again.

"You sure you're alright?"

I nod, even though it's another lie. "I'm okay."

He hesitates, and by the look he holds on his face I just know he doesn't believe me. He presses his lips together, dimple deepening in his cheek. "Okay then. If you need me, I'll be on the couch."

I nod tentatively and he sends me a small nod, turning on his heel and walking past me as he moves towards the door. He quietly pulls it open, the dim light from the hallway peeking through the gap of the door. He pauses and looks back at me, an unreadable expression on his face. He stares for a moment too long then abruptly turns back around, slipping through the door before closing it behind him. I stay standing there, staring at the door and I can't ignore the way my heart sinks in my chest, as if I've just made a big mistake by pushing him away.

Letting a loud breath out, I turn back slowly towards the bed and pull my skirt back down until it drops to the floor, slipping under the covers afterwards. I lie there on my back, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before I turn to look across the room. It looks darker than when he had been in here with me and the corners look eerie that It reminds me of the first night at the warehouse, when I had said something to purposely hurt Harry and he left me in the room alone. It took his sudden absence for me to realize that what I truly wanted, was him by my side. Just like I did right now.

I close my eyes, pulling the covers over me until they're right under my nose and turn on my side. I stare at Harry's empty pillow then shuffle towards the spot Harry had been lying in. I curl up to the still warm spot and the moment my head rolls onto his pillow, his scent fills my nostrils. I breathe in, the familiar smell of vanilla and something that could only be distinguished as Harry bringing me a sense of comfort. I sigh in relief, hugging the pillow tightly as sleep begins to pull me and hoping to god that for once the dream won't come back to me.

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I wake up the next morning with the sunlight shining in my eyes, the heat of it seeping through the covers. I groan quietly, kicking them off my legs to find the black shirt bunch at my hips. Sitting up on the bed I look around the now fully lit room, blinking several times to clear my vision as I take in all of Harry's belongings. The room was so simple you would think it didn't belong to anyone but the few shoes on the floor, the clothes hanging from the computer chair, books on the computer desk and apple laptop, was what gave it away. Not to mention the room smelled like him.

I looked to the side of the bed and saw my phone on the nightstand, reaching over to grab it. I pressed the home screen button until the white screen with the apple sign lit it up. After waiting for a few minutes until it fully turned on, I saw that it was a little bit past nine in the morning. I was about to set my phone back down when notification after notification filled up my screen. Looking down at my phone I saw two were from Morgan and Lila, one was from Caesar, another was from my dad, and the last eight were angry text messages from Liam. I briefly opened his texts only to merely roll my eyes at his response after I had told him I was going to spend the night at Harry's. He was so overprotective, I swear.

I ignore his texts, deciding I'll respond to him soon before I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. I walk to the door lazily, pulling the door open then walking out into the hall. There's an open door just a few feet down from Harry's room and after taking a brief look inside I see it's the restroom. Stepping through it, I close the door behind me and quickly use the toilet before moving to the sink to wash my hands. Looking up at the mirror as I do I scowl at my reflection, lifting one of my wet hands to wipe the smeared eyeliner away. Seeing the tube of toothpaste on the counter, I grab it and squeeze some on my finger before using it to brush my teeth. After a few moments of running my toothpaste covered finger over my teeth I quickly wash my mouth out, letting the water wash over my hands before turning it off. I brush a few strands of my hair down then turn to open the door, slipping back out into the hallway.

Voices drift through the hall and I walk towards them, my bare feet lightly padding against wooden floor. I step through the end of the hall and into the living room, where I see Harry sitting on the leather couch. He's bent over, elbows resting on his knees and a bowl of cereal in his hands. My eyes instantly fall down to his shirtless torso, seeing the abs in his stomach from the way he was hunched over. His hair is pulled up into a bun and his sharp jaw clenches as he chews. I don't think he notices I'm standing here, that is until an unfamiliar face walks into the room from the kitchen with his own bowl in his hand. He stops mid step, spoon pausing mid air before he looks at me with wide eyes.

"Holy shit who are you?" He asks, eyes looking up and down my body and I'm suddenly very conscious of my bare legs. I cross one foot over the other, tugging down the shirt lower in an attempt to cover my legs more. My eyes dart back to Harry to see him glancing back at the boy who just spoke before he's following his line of vision and his eyes rest on me. His gaze briefly flickers down to my legs then just as quick lift back up to meet my eyes.

"Hey." He says, putting his bowl on the coffee table then standing up. I can't stop my own eyes from flickering over his lean legs, thighs being hugged by his boxer briefs. I feel my cheeks flush at the memory of me gripping the back of his thighs last night when I took him in my mouth that I look away. My gaze falls to the floor for a moment and I clear my throat, tilting my chin up as I stare back at Harry.

"Hi."

"You hungry?" He asks, stepping around the back of the couch. I nod and he gestures me to follow him, walking towards where the guy just walked out of.

"Hey," The guy says, stepping towards me with a brooding smirk. I take the opportunity to look at him, noticing he had blue eyes and light brown tousled hair. There was a little facial hair growing on his chin and the white t-shirt he work hugged his toned shoulders and chest. I looked back up at him, arching my eyebrow when his smile widened into a cocky one and he held his hand out to me. "I'm Brad, and who are you beautiful?"

Harry moves to smack him in the back of the head, sending him a glare when Brad turns to look at him incredulously. "She's off limits."

"Aw, what's wrong with sharing?" He said and I scrunched my face at his words, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It's not like that." Harry says, looking over to me after sending another heated look to Brad. "Em, this is Brad. Brad, this is Emmeline."

"Well hello Emmeline." He says, a flirty smile on his face as he wiggles his fingers of his outstretched hand. I eye him, deciding right then and there that Harry was right about his roommate being annoying. I can see what he meant. Regardless, I reluctantly reach out to shake his hand once.

"Hi." I mumble and he drops my hand, picking up his spoon again as his gaze slid over me steadily.

"So you and Harry, huh?"

"We're friends." I tell him and he raises his eyebrows, his gaze flickering to Harry briefly before he's looking at me again with a look of interest.

"Oh?" He smiles and steps towards me. "Well then, in that case, want to go out some time?"

I smile at him tightly, stepping to the left of him. "No thanks." I say swiftly and walk past him, moving towards Harry who is now holding a small satisfied grin. Brad throws another flirty retort, his tone light as if I hadn't just turned him down but I ignore him and follow Harry into the kitchen. I notice a small table by the window and move to sit down in one of them, watching as Harry took a bowl out of the cabinet.

"Honey bunches of oats okay with you?" He asks, glancing at me over his shoulder.

"Yeah, that's fine." I tell him and he nods, opening another cabinet before pouring cereal into the bowl. He opens the fridge and I stare at the muscles in his back and his shoulder blades as he pours milk into the bowl. He puts the milk away seconds later and is grabbing a spoon for me before he's turning back around, walking towards me and placing the bowl in front of me.

I take the spoon from him and send him a small smile. "Thanks."

"No problem." He sinks into the chair across from me, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms over his chest. I pick up the spoon, taking some of the cereal into my mouth and chewing. The air between us is slightly awkward and thick with unknown tension as I eat. I keep my gaze on my bowl, the cereal crunching in my mouth being the loudest thing in here. I'm tempted to say something but I don't know what the right thing to say even is. And I really don't want to talk about what happened last night.

"How'd you sleep?" He finally asks after a few minutes and I force myself to look at him. He seems guarded and a little off but calm and relaxed as well.

"Okay, I guess." I nod and move the spoon around the bowl, pushing the cereal to the sides.

Silence fills the air again and I bite my lip, unsure of what to say or do. My legs bounces under the table and Harry sighs loudly across from me, tilting his head back up to the ceiling. "Can we not make this awkward?"

"I don't know what to do." I confess.

"You don't have to do anything, but not talking me is definitely not something you should do."

"I don't know what to say." I mumble and he's quiet for a moment before he's leaning his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together.

"We should talk about what happened." He finally says and I drop the spoon in the bowl, feeling my heart quicken in my chest at the suggestion.

I shake my head. "No. Let's not."

He sighs in exasperation, lifting his hands to rub them over his face. "We need to. We can't pretend it didn't happen otherwise it'll just,- sit there."

"I don't mind it just sitting there." I tell him and he sends me a dead pan look, shaking his head.

"How are we supposed to be friends if we don't talk about it?"

"Maybe we shouldn't be friends." I say so quietly but he hears it. I stare down at the table and the silence that follows is just as uncomfortable, if not more than the previous times. He doesn't move a muscle, or look away from me. He stares so intensely and it's like he doesn't even blink until he's suddenly standing from the table. I look up at him in bewilderment when he grabs my arm, hauling me up on my feet.

"What are you doing?" I ask in surprise and he shakes his head, pulling me out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Harry what are you doing?" I ask again but he ignores me and I briefly glance at Brad sitting on the couch, seeing him look at us with raised eyebrows as we pass by him. He keeps walking, his hand wrapped tightly around my wrist as he pulled me and it isn't until we're stepping through his bedroom and he's closed the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed does he finally answer me.

"We're not leaving this room until we've talked about what happened. I don't give a shit of you don't want to talk about it, we're going to. Because I refuse to lose you as a friend. I need you in my life, Em."

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Not much happened in this chapter, it was more of a filler but next one will be better :)

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