A Princess and Pauper Modern Fairy tale with One Direction

Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Maggie's POV

For the rest of the afternoon, I pretty much slept. Emma's bed was like sleeping on a cloud. It was sooo comfy. While I took a two hour long cat nap, Peter and Paris had stayed in my room with me. They sat on my bed messing around on snap chat and twitter.

It was five. Peter woke me up.

"You need to start getting ready. Niall is going to pick you up at six, remember?"

Crap! I totally had forgotten about that. There was no way I was going to cancel on the boy. I missed my guitar back in Washington DC and this was my only chance I would get to mess around on a guitar. If I were to play guitar at Emma's place, everyone and when I mean everyone I mean everyone would be suspicious about me.

As I slowly got out of bed, Peter handed me an outfit.

"What's this?" I asked.

"This is a green, A-line dress with black polka dots and these are Louis Vuitton black pumps," said Paris.

"You guys I was thinking something mmm I don't know... CASUAL".

"This is casual," said Peter, "Especially for a royalty. Peter and Paris obviously didn't get that when I meant casual was that I meant jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. I was in no mood for makeup and hair but of coarse, Peter did my hair into a side fishtail braid while Paris did a smoky eye look for makeup.

"It's almost six," shrieked Peter.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Pretend to be Emma. Don't play guitar good okay otherwise that will give it away," said Paris.

"She already played guitar GOOD for him," said Peter, "And he thinks it's Emma so just be Emma. No need to worry."

I nodded my head. Just then I heard a knock on the door. It was Maude.

"Mr. Horan is downstairs waiting for you Miss Emma. When do you plan on being home tongiht?"

I shrugged. Peter answered for me, "She should be home round eight".

I nodded with a smile. Then I walked down the stairs with Peter and Paris by me. There he was. Niall Horan. He smiled giving me a wave.

"Hey", he said in an Irish accent.

"Hey", I said back in my fake British accent.

I gave a quick goodbye to Peter and Paris then I bolted outside, with Niall behind me a few steps.

"Is this yours?" I asked staring at a black range rover. I was so jealous.

"Um uh yeah," he said shyly stepping into the front seat. "Wait", he said before I could get in and opened the door for me.

"Um, uh thanks," I said.

The car ride was pretty quiet until we came upon what was believed to be a studio. It was a different one though than from earlier today.

 Niall had quickly ran over to open my door.

"Thanks," I said again," But you don't need to open my door."

"Why that's what we lads do, we show courtesy in opening ladies' doors for them".

"I never hear people say lads," I said smiling, "But that's because I'm Amer-, I'm british". Whoofta that was a close one. I almost told him I'm American.

He smiled as we walked towards the front doors.

"Say lad I say we start playing some music", I said in my irish impression accent. Niall laughed.