The Vow [h.s.]

chapter twelve

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4.23.12

I ran towards Harry when I saw him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly. I've anticipated this for months, as I counted down the days until this very moment.

"I've missed you so much, Harry," I laughed as he hugged me and spun me around.

"I've missed you too, Emmie, it's hard not having you around all the time like I used to." He agreed putting me down to my feet gently.

"This is so cool, I'm backstage at a One Direction concert," I laughed looking around at everything that occurs from behind the scenes.

"Now Emily, you can meet the rest of the boys as long as you don't do anything embarrassing," he teased as I playfully punched him in the arm.

"I am not embarrassing Harry, everyone knows you're the embarrassing one in this friendship," I said as I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

"Whatever, let's go you freak," he laughed wrapping his arm around my shoulder as I followed him through the back corridors of the arena until we reached the dressing room.

He pushed the door open and the rest of the boys were sitting across two couches in the middle of the room.

"Hi lads," Harry said cheerfully, "I want to introduce you all to my best friend, Emmie. Emmie these are the boys."

I walked further into the room suddenly feeling really shy. I lifted my hand cautiously to wave.

They all immediately stood up to give me a hug, which took me completely by surprise. Their actions made me feel so comfortable as I stood in the presence of five celebrities.

"Ah...so you're the one that Harry always talks about." Louis states eyeing me up and down. Harry quickly hits him in the chest. "Pleasure to meet you," he continues rubbing his probably bruised chest.

"Here take a seat next to me," Louis said patting a spot beside him, "I want to hear all the embarrassing stories you have of Harry."

"No way in hell is that happening," Harry shook his head furiously.

"Oh c'mon Haz," Louis whined pouting his lips.

"No." Harry exclaimed, pointing his finger sternly at Louis and then glaring at me who was trying desperately to keep in my giggles.

After a while, I began to feel more comfortable with the boys. I only told two out of the hundreds of embarrassing stories I had, though Harry was not amused. Soon enough it was just Niall and I on the couch, the rest of the boys have went to play table tennis.

"Harry said that you're studying at Cambridge right now. What for?" He asked.

"Writing." I smiled.

"Really? Like book writing or like the article writing?"

"Book." I answered abruptly, "Well I mean I guess either one really, but I would want to be an author, or an editor for a magazine."

"You know, Harry talks about you all the time, but he failed to mention how beautiful you are," Niall said smiling at me.

I looked away from him and blushed, "Oh you're smooth," I giggled.

"No seriously," he said as be brushed some of my hair away from my face and behind my ear letting his hand linger over my cheek for a while.