Paul Higgins Is My Adopted Father?

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Emma's POV

I wake up and the first thing I notice is that I have a killer headache. I groan and sit up. My stomach complains and I felt like I was going to be sick. This is what a hangover must be like. Let's see, grumpy? Check, unsettled stomach? double check, massive headache? Triple check, do you remember last night? Nup, not at all.

I sit up and notice that I'm not in Niall and my bed. I'm in a different room. All I remember was going to a club and drinking with Liam whilst Niall danced. Oh shit, I did NOT have drunk sex? Coz that shit can happen. I look at my pillow and notice that it had tear stains on it. I was crying? I must be an emotional drunk or something.

Deciding that sitting here wasn't going to help me get anything done and the boys must be worried sick about me, not to mention how pissed off Paul is going to be, I get out of bed and walk out of the door that was to the left of me.

I was in the hotel! But in Harry's room. That can't be good. Did I cheat on Niall with Harry?!!? Naah I don't think Harry was drinking last night. I go into my room and see a sleeping Niall. He looked so peaceful there, and to think that I cheated on him, I suddenly felt horrible. Then I felt like I was going to be sick. I ran into my bathroom and vomited everything but my stomach.

I hear Niall groan, but then it was covered with the sound of me vomiting again. "Emma?"  I hear Niall croke. Why did he sound sad? Oh god did he find me in Harry's bed? "In here" I whisper. I hear him hurrying into the bathroom. I turn around and see him and then the brick wall that was clouding my memory of last night suddenly lifted. I see snippets of Niall kissing that girl and then the sound of his voice saying that she was better than me rang through my mind.

I feel tears about to fall again but then I vomit into the toilet again. "I'll get you some medicine" He mutters and walks out. Oh god. My body feels numb, I didn't feel sick anymore. It was covered by a new sort of pain. But it was emotional. No medicine could fix this. Niall walks in saying "I could only find this Australian medicine" I cower into the back corner away from him and he sees me. His face slowly falls and I start hiccuping and feel like I was about to vomit again. I lean over the toilet again and Niall says " Let me help you! Take the medicine" I vomit into the toilet and cower back into my original position shaking.

"I'll get Paul" He sighs sadly and walks out, but puts the medicine on the bench. I slowly get up and take a pill out of the box. I pop it into my mouth and rinse it down with the water from the sink. It helped the headache and stomach, but not the emotional torture that was going on inside of me.

"Emma?" Paul's voice speaks with concern from behind me. I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet. "Hey Paul" I quietly say. " Now you know the affects of alcohol. I trust you won't drink for a while" Paul says in a fatherly tone. I nod and he grimaces and walks up to me and pulls me into a hug. "I know you're hurting, but Niall is too. He was drunk, you need to realise. Alcohol makes people do things that they would never ever do. He really is sorry and he geniuinly loves you" Paul whispers. I nod and reply " I know that from experience now. I remember asking Liam for something that I would never ask for if I was sober" Paul chuckles and replies "I know about you asking him for sex. He told me"

I groan at the memory and Paul says "A shower and some food then you will be perfectly fine. Believe me, I'm part Irish you know that?" I look at him in shock and say "Really?" He nods and says "The Irish know their alcohol very well" I smile sheepishly and Paul leaves the bathroom.

I get some black leggings and a pink top and hurry into the bathroom for my shower. I turn the water on and fell the heat on my hand. It felt heavenly, just the feel of it on my hand. I hurry in and god, the feeling of the hot water was amazing. It woke me up and gave me more energy that made me less sluggish. I hop out after about an hour and dry myself off.

I put the clothes on and hurry to the main dining room where all of the guests of the hotel dines. I grab a bowel and fill it with Sultana Bran, and milk and walk to the table where Paul and others were sitting. I sit in the only vacant seat left which was next to Paul and Harry. "Your hangover got the best of you?" Harry asks and I nod saying "But I'm alright now, thanks for the medicine Niall" My voice cracked saying his name but I felt his hope that I was going to forgive him when I said his name. But I felt Harry tense to my right. "It's aright" He mumbles.

We finish breakfast and the boys have an interview that for some reason I also had to attend. Awkward if I have to talk about how my relationship is going. I'm a terrible liar. I quickly go upstairs to get my things and meet the boys downstairs. Niall goes to take my hand but I hesitate and he pleads "Please! At least for the fans.. Not me" I think about it and take his hand reluctantly. A little stab of pain goes through my chest as our skin touches.

We pile into the limo and fans were screaming out things. One of them caught me by surprise "Happy birthday Emma!!" She screams out and I stop and find the girl. I go towards her and Niall looks at me confused. i look at her in shock and say "It is today isn't it? OH my gosh I forgot my own birthday!!" She laughs and says "Glad I was the one to remind you!! Maybe Niall has a surprise at the interview!" I knew that this was wrong but I smile and giggle. "Maybe, how awesome would that be? What's your name?" I ask her. "Macy!" She replies happily. "that's a beautiful name! I gotta go.. Nice meeting you!" I say and hurry into the limo.

"What was that all about?" Niall asks. "What? Aren't I allowed to meet some of your fans?" I ask hurt. "No, it's just your face... you were caught by surprise because of something.." He says, he really has forgotten about my birthday....... This stung. If he was expecting me to forgive him, this wasn't the way to go. Now I have to go to my second interview feeling this way.

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Ouch poor Emma. Do you think old feelings are arising with Harry for Emma? IDK I'm writing things as I go so even I don't know! AHA

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(P.S I promise the chapters will be longer again and only a few chappies left!!!)