Dibs *IN EDITING

Chapter 13

Hey mofos! Sorry I didn't update this week, but I am now! Okay, please know that I love Justin Bieber. I'm not writing this to bash on him, just to make a story. Thank you so much for reading! 

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*Niall's POV*

We all sat around playing truth or dare. I couln't help but admire how breathtakingly beautiful Emma is. After the whole scene yesterday, she called a cab, left and hasn't spoken to me. I don't get it, she's mad at me, but admits that she finds me the most attractive. Women are truly confusing.  I'm pretty sure that once a man understands a woman's mind, they die before they can explain it to the rest of us.  Anyway, Liam and Annie just left to record. She has an amazing voice. Liam and Annie really have something special; they get this look in their eyes when they see each other, its fascinating. My phone started to ring showing the caller ID for someone I was dreading to talk to, Simon Cowell. I excused myself and walked into the kitchen for some privacy.

"Hello?" I said, more of a question than anything.

"Niall James Horan, You have five seconds to explain." Simon growled through the phone. I could tell that i'm in some deep shit.

"Okay, so Justin Bieber came by to meet Emma, this girl I like. I was trying to win her over by making it possible for her to meet her idol. My plan back fired as Justin hit on her. I guess I just got really jealous and it took over me." I said all of that without taking a breath. I know there is going to be some kind of punishment for this. I'm literally shaking in fear of what Simon will make me do to fix this.

"Niall, you need to control yourself. To fix this, you will send a public apology to Justin," I groaned. Why? He fucking deserved it, that little prick, "and you will not be seen with either Emma or Justin for at least two months." How am I supposed to stay away from Emma? This is so not going to help me win her over. Ughh. Why must life be such a bitch?

"Yes sir, I understand." I managed to spit out. I didn't understand. I mean, I get that there is some consequence, but why must he stay after the girl I want? 

"Good. I will see you boys tomorrow for our tour meeting." He hung up after exchanging our good byes. I can't believe this. I kicked the trash can, regretting it as I felt the pain shoot up in my foot. I grabbed my foot and hopped around to stop the pain. I made it to the breakfast bar and sat down, rubbing my bruised foot. I can't even think correctly i'm so pissed off. 

I walked through the living room, not bothering to look at all of the glares, and headed to my room that I shared. Luckily no one was in here as I threw myself onto my comfy bed. I starred at the ceiling thinking about how I could deal with this. Why is she such a big deal? Millions of girls would love to be in her position and she just declines it. I'm Niall fucking Horan! I ran my hands through my dirty blond hair, sighing. I looked up to see a figure leaning up against the frame of the door. His black hair, perfectly quiffed seemed to reflect off of the light; it was almost shiny. 

"Erm, hey Zayn." I sat up and scooted over so he could join me on my bed.  He sat down, concern showing in his eyes and body language. 

"Okay, what's wrong? You came home pissed last night and now you angrily storm upstairs after a phone call in the kitchen. What's up with you? That's not the funny, bubbly Niall I know." 

"Well, I took Emma out to Nando's, right? Then she talked about being a Justin Bieber fan, so I invited him. I was trying to get her to like me, but they started flirting," I started to tear up. Get it together, Horan. Don't fucking cry. "Justin was being a dick when I asked him to back off, so we got in a fight. Simon called me and told me that I must not be seen with either of them. Oh, I also have to make a public apology to Justin." Zayn didn't even try to interrupt me the whole time, he just listened. That's what makes it easy to talk to him, he actually listens. He sat back, thinking about what to say. His eyebrows creased together and he focused on my face, scanning over it multiple times.