Close To You; JLS FANFIC.

Chapter 28.

EMILYS POV;

I felt so sick lying in bed. I jumped up out of Aston's bed leaving him moaning in his sleep and moving and turning to the other side. I stood up straight leaving my head dangling backwards, trying to find air. I went to his window and sat on his window ledge, which was big so it was comfy i guess. I wrapped up in one of his jumpers and looked into the distance over the field and town. I took my phone and text Lutricia, considering i didn't understand what was actually going on, so i wanted to get it out of her.

'Lu, look i was slightly drunk, i don't know what i did, tell me please? Em!x' I was just waiting for a reply, even though i probably wouldn't get one. I clicked onto my twitter and scrolled down my time line seeing all the fans imagining what the boys would be like if they were drunk, i saw things i thought i would never see. I had fans saying they would love to see Oritsé's twister.. i laughed quietly so i never woke up Aston, and on the subject of him the fans were saying so many things that had me blown away. I replied to a few tweets and i came across one that had a picture linked. I opened the picture and saw a picture of me and Aston getting out of his car, i can't remember seeing any press? Oh well, i never let the press get to me, i have been in the papers enough times because of Aston, i got used to it. I followed a few back and replied to DM's then i saw a link to the boys twitter page and i decided to look down it and see what the boys had been tweeting. There was a few of HQ then about 3 off Aston and a few off the others. Aston tweeted a few that made me smile, one with a picture linked, i actually remember when he took this on Christmas and the caption was 'Me and my bestfriend, shes mine and I'm glad i love her. Merry Christmas! Axxx' My face was cuddled by my hair and my knees were tightly against my chest, i felt better now after getting some fresh air but i stayed near the window. I thought everything over, and my head was actually hurting from it all. It was now 10:34 and Aston was still fast asleep, i crept out of the room and downstairs to get a glass of orange. I saw a picture of NYC in a photo frame on Aston's side, i had never noticed it before. I remember when i lived there when i was about 16 until i was 18, i had like a whole life there i even had what i thought was the most perfect boyfriend ever, his name was Blake. I came back in January this year actually after my 19th birthday, my mum and dad relocated over here because she had another promotion for a higher job role and our family was back in England. My phone buzzed and i thought it was a text of Lutricia but it wasn't, funny enough it was my friend back in New York and i was shocked because i had a text off a number i didn't know.

'Emily, i tried to contact you on facebook but no answer, your mum got in touch and gave me your number! I have missed you, hope this year has been good to you, meet up in the new year? Ill fly over if i need to haha! Cora xx' And one from Blake.. they must of been trying to get hold of me for something? Cora and Blake humm. 

'Hey Emily, you probably don't have my number but its Blake! Me and Cora were talking and wondering how you was doing, and tried to get hold of you. Meet up in the new year yeah? Maybe we will come on holiday! Hope you alright, Blake x' My heart dropped, i forgot about him as soon as i moved because he was the closest thing to me when i was over there. Every night we were together, every day at school, or college then when my mum told me the news i left him a note in his letter box because i had to leave at such short notice and he was asleep, i took a late flight home. 

 The time got on and it was almost 11 and i heard footsteps upstairs and walking down the stairs. They quickened there paste as they reached the kitchen. 

"There you are." Aston smiled. "Why you down here its cold? Should have woken me up." 

"I was thinking." I innocently spoke with a small smile.

"About?" He started making a cup of tea. 

"Just things." He looked down and played with my fingers.