I hit the answer button. I was nervous to talk to him, because I left him. What did he feel like right now? Would he be mad, happy, sad, guilty, relieved? I held my breath and waited for him to respond and, and it happened sooner than I expected.

“Emma are you there?” Louis said in a soul chilling voice.

“Yes,” I said back breathlessly, taken aback by his tone of voice.

“Why did you leave?” he said.

“I heard what you said to Simon. I was getting in the way of your dream. And that doesn’t need to happen again,” I said back icily.

“Well I should just let you know that you aren’t going to get in the way anymore. I love you too much to let you be unhappy. Im letting you go, even though it hurts,” he said back in a pained voice.

“I love you,” he said, and with that he hung up.

I tried to hold back the sobs that were about to come forth, but they kept resisting until they finally just fell. And they continued to fall until my eyes ran dry, and I was having a hard time seeing. Then I slowly fell asleep, letting the uncalming thoughts drift away, as new thoughts flooded my brain, and a peaceful sleep overtook me.

I woke up and decided it was now more than ever that I needed him, so I walked all the way to my dad’s house. I knocked on the door, and when he opened it I said,

“Dad I’m so sorry for running away,” I said.

“No Emma, I should be the one to apologize. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I should have been a better father. Please let me make it up to you, Emma, please, I just want to be a part of your life,” he said.

“It’s okay dad, I forgive you and I want you to be a part of my life. If there was ever a time that I needed you the most, now would definitely be the moment,” I said back.

I was willing to forgive him. I think that everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what. I don’t know why, but I was mad at Louis. And I had no right to be. I know that I shouldhave called him back when he hung up and asked for forgiveness, but I didn’t. I would have to be strong, and crawling back wasn’t an option. Life is a war, and killing myself, or being weak and helpless isn’t winning that war. I needed to be strong. For Zayn. I promised him I would be strong and I needed to fulfill that promise. I had to be strong. And I knew it. So I went into my old house with my father, and I decided to explain everything to him. From the first day at the airport, to the reason why I left Louis just a few days ago. This is going to be a lot of explaining.

“Dad I have something to explain to you. Well more like everything.” I said.

Notes

I would like to thank LindseyHoran for helping me with this chapter. Without her this chapter would have been posted much later than necessary. You should all thank her for helpin with this chapter!