Allure (ENG)

Chapter 8 - Emily

I am startled by Harry's lips on mine, but I lean into him and kiss him back. When my lips leave his, I stare into his eyes.

"Emily!" I hear it coming from the bar. Niall's voice sounds far away. I turn around and close the first aid kit again. "Emily!" I hear again. I turn back to face Harry and sigh.

"I should head back," I say with a forced smile. He nods, but doesn't say anything. When I exit out of the storage room, I can see Harry's colleague push Niall back. He is standing next to the bar and is trying to reach me. My eyebrows pull together and I shake my head. "Niall," I say firmly. His eyes shoot to mine and he brushes both hands through his hair. Niall opens his mouth, but says nothing.

"Ed?" I hear behind me. "What is going on?" I keep my eyes locked on Niall, but I can see his stare at Harry behind me. His hands form first besides his body.

"Está loco."

"What did he just say about me?" Niall takes a step forward. I rush over to him and put my hand on his chest. I can feel how my hand is pushed up and down by his heavy breathing.

"Niall," I say. When he doesn't look at me, I raise my voice. "Niall!" His eyes look into mine. I can see his jaw clench together. "Outside. Now!" I hiss at him. I give him a soft push and with a groan he turns around. I close my eyes, but when I open them again, I see how he is on his way outside. Harry's eyes stare at me, but I turn around and prepare myself for what is to come.

"Why did you have to be the hero today?" Niall asks as soon as we are outside.

"Niall, this is literally what I studied for."

"So you have to be the hero, first chance you get?"

"Yes," I say as I raise my hands in the air and sigh as I turn around.

"Em, you don't start until after this holiday. You are supposed to be off, not playing nurse." I turn myself to face Niall again and give him a furious look.

"So I am supposed to just let Harry walk around with a cut in his hand? That goes against everything I have been taught, Niall!" He doesn't get it and I shake my head at the realisation that he never will.

"Harry?" Niall raises his eyebrows. "Is that his name?" I nod.

"Yes, his name is Harry, yes." I lean from one leg to the other and cross my arms. Niall takes a few steps towards me, but I keep my distance.

"Em," he sighs. "You always try to save everyone, but you should really think about yourself more often."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You are on holiday with me."

"Exactly, I am on holiday. Shouldn't I be able to do what I want then?"

"But you're on holiday with me." He emphasizes the word me and there's something that snaps within.

"So I am not allowed to talk to anyone else?"

"That's not what I am saying," Niall tries to save himself, but I have heard enough.

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

"I'm fine with you talking to other people, as long as you keep your distance."

"How lovely to have your permission to at least say hi, but apparently finding out someone's name is already taking it too far?"

"You don't get it," he says with a sigh.

"No, I get it just fine. I'm on holiday with you and am not supposed to leave your side when you are sleeping on the beach."