Paul Higgins Is My Adopted Father?

Maybe I could Forg-Wait!..... Nup

Quick question.. Do you think I should write a vamp fanfic? would you guys read it? comment your answer :)

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Emma's POV

We arrive at the tv studio and we were rushed in before the fans could even see us. I got pushed off into another room from the boys to a stylist who reminded me of Cinna off the Hunger Games. "Hello Emma, how are you?" He asked me shaking my hand. "Great thanks, do you get called Cinna a lot?" I question. "What?" "Never mind" I quickly reply before I sound like an idiot.

He smiles and sits me down in the chair. Now I think we should make everyone focus on your beautiful face. You have freckles, so work 'em." He says and I giggle. He brushes my hair and puts it up in a complicated bun that I would never ever be able to do for myself. I'll have to ask the mirror how to do it when I get home. "Is everything alright? You're eyes are red and baggy" He notes as he turns me around to study my face again.

"Yeah.. I had a bit of a fight but now I'm alright. We have sorted it out" I say smiling weakly. A reminder of what Niall did isn't the best thing I need right now. "Honey, I have tighter lips than Cher and I can keeps secrets better than a diary. You wanna tell me?" He asks kindly. I giggle again at how he puts it. "Niall got drunk last night and hooked up with a girl in front of me and said she was better than me" I mumble, maybe getting it out was best...

He gasps and says "Ohh ouch, that's what happens with alcohol. That's why I don't drink. Only champagne on special occasions with dinner. He apologised?" He asked. He was rambling on whilst putting foundation lightly on my face, never mind the make-up I had on before we left.

"I don't remember, I was kinda drunk too. He saw me in the morning and let me be." I reply sadly and he gives me sympathetic eyes. "girl maybe he is giving you time to forgive him. Because you look like you could have filled a water tank with the tears you have cried. Maybe he is leaving you alone for you?" He asks and I sigh and nod. "Maybe, well Niall isn't the one for communication. Thanks" I say smiling at him. "You look perfect! I didn't even put blusher on! Just Mascara and foundation, but your amazing freckles which I am jealous of are still visible." He sighs and spins me around. He is an artist honestly.

"Thanks!" I say hopping up. "Okay now time for clothes!" He says and hurries off into another room pulling me with him. I was dying to ask him if he was gay but I didn't want to be mean ya know? I walk in and see the heaven of females everywhere. "Okay let's see..... Oh yeah, this is the closet by the way" he says and looks through the isles of clothes that were sorted by colour, then on what part of the body, then date it was released. This place is freaking HUGE!!

"Put these on... I think these shoes would look good too, you know I wish they invented a mirror that would tell you what looked good" He sighs. I smirk and say "I'll have to introduce you to my mirror sometime" He looks at me like I was Jesus and asks "You have a talking mirror?" I nod and say "Yup! Advantages of being a rich bitch" He squeals and does a fan girl scream and I giggle at the sight of him. WHAT IS WITH ME AND GIGGLING TODAY?!?!

"I want to go to your place!" He shouts. I laugh and reply "I'll get on it" He fistpumps and I hurry into the change room to put the clothes on. A white shirt with fluro hands all over it, with a light purple boob tube underneath. Then light blue skinny jeans. I sigh at the sight of them and put on the fluro pink sneakers.

I walk out and he sighs in appreciation. "I'd turn straight for you gurl you're lookin' fiiiiiine" WHOMP THERE IT IS! Pitch Perfect reference! >.< "Nawh tanks gorgeous!!" I say and do little air kisses. He laughs and takes my hand and walks me out of the giant ass closet.

"Now you will be going on and just avoid the subject of last night and do an overall statement on your relationship kay? Pretty sure you wouldn't want the media getting a hold of what happened" He says smiling at me. I nod happily and reply "Thank you for your amazing help" He grins and says "Maybe we can work again sometime. You would make an amazing model" I blush and mutter "I doubt that, but thank you" I walk to the wings and remember a pretty important thing. "What is your name?" I ask him "Jackson" He replies and kisses my hand and walks down the hallway"