I woke up crying and screaming from the nightmare. I had dreamt about my baby. My baby that I now didn't have.
"Shh, shh, shh, its okay em, I'm here beautiful..." Liam said getting up with me.
I wiped the last few tears away from my eyes, I looked out at the window, we hadn't closed the curtains by the balcony door last night so the morning sun lit up the room.
"What time is it?" I asked just as there was a knock at the door. I got up and stretched as I answered the door, Emma ran in holding a newspaper, Dani followed slowly with a bottle of water in hand and sun-glasses on. She sat down on the sofa.
"Do you have any paracetamol?" She asked gloomy.
"In my toiletry bag in the bathroom."
"Emily!!! It's true!!!" Emma squealed pointing at me and Liam and then the newspaper.
I sat back down in the bed and emma passed the newspaper to me and Liam.
Me and Liam was on the front cover. They had photos of us that no-one was meant to see. They had photos of us that I didn't think anyone had. They had photos of us I never even saw them take. They had photos of us kissing in my room last night with the title, "Looks like she wants his 1D." There was other photos too, of me and him taking a picture together on the balcony, walking back to the hotel room...
"How did they get that photo?!" I screamed pointing at the photo of me half-naked kissing Liam. I walked out onto the balcony and looked down, there was no way their cameras could see in my room from there. I sat down and looked onto my neighbours balcony. Their door was open, I looked in. Two men with photography cameras were there.
"Look she's there!" The one exclaimed, taking photos while the other asked me questions.
I ran back in. Shit. They took the photos last night. They snuck on the balcony and took them.
"Next door! They're paps! They took the photos!!" I screamed.
"Guys, hangover..." Dani whispered lying down.
"No way!" Emma exclaimed.
I nodded my head and Liam looked at the balcony.
"Oh my god!" He shouted pointing at the balcony.
We all turned to face the balcony. The paparazzi had climbed over the balcony and was taking photos.
"What do you want from me?" I asked.
"Just some photos of new couple...."
"No! We're not a couple! I'm going through a break-up...he was staying the night!" I screamed.
"Get out." Liam said walking towards the paparazzi.
"Okay,Okay! Just one more shot of the happy couple!!" He said taking one more photo before climbing over.
"We're not a couple!" Liam shouted out over before slamming the balcony door shut.
I slid down on the bed and started crying even more.
"Everything's going wrong.." I whispered.
"C'mon...we'll get you ready, and we'll take you out with some retail therapy!" Emma said giving me a hug.
I nodded wiping away my tears. I walked over to my suitcase and picked up my short, pink, everyday dress that was elasticated across my tummy. I got out some underwear and my white wedges. I got in the bathroom, wiped the remaining stage make-up off with make-up remover, brushed my teeth. Then got changed into my dress completely forgetting that my bruises would be visible, when I got out there was police men in the room.
