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Chapter Six

(A/N) Well, hello there, people of the earth! I present you, CHAPTER SIX!!! Whoop whoop! Why, you might ask, should you read this? Well, all because of one sentence, two nouns, and three words: Harry Styles' abs. Nuff' said, I believe. Lol, enjoy!

~AlliCat. Meow >.<

PS. This chapter is dedicated to @cold_lady19 because I stayed up until four in the morning just to finish "My Wattpad Love" and I was legit close to tears because I had finished it. I fell head over heels for that story and you can bet on Mrs. Strawberry's Ruffles that I'm going to read it again...and again...and again. Cuz it is just that amaZAYN.

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{Emma POV}

Something brushed against my cheeks and I stirred in my sleep, "Go away mom! Five more minutes..." I groaned.

I reached my hand out and attempted to swat away whatever it was poking at me. My fingers made contact with soft, curly hair. Hmmmm, it was so soft and fluffy...Wait. WHAT?! My mom didn't have soft and curly hair...

I shot straight up and my forehead banged painfully into something hard. I rubbed it ruefully as I looked up and saw... a six pack...? Wha-? I felt my mouth open slightly, flabbergasted. I lifted my gaze up and my brown eyes meet up with a pair of evergreen eyes. I felt my mouth dry as I gaped. I just knocked my head on Harry Styles' abs. I just knocked my head on Harry Styles' abs. I just knocked my head on Harry Styles' abs. Whoa there. Not bad way to wake up in the morning, except for the bruise that was probably already forming on my forehead.

I looked around. Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn were all here, looking down on me and Jasmine. I elbowed Jasmine, hard.

"Ow!" She yelped, and sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Where are-?"

Jasmine took in the scene before her. The boys were still staring at us. It was hard to gauge whether it was we or them who was more astonished. I tugged my dress down self-consciously, making it longer.

Jasmine looked at me. Her eyes were wide and her expression was the definition of incredulous. I was pretty sure my face mirrored hers.

I settled for the diplomatic way of dealing with this, which in my perspective, was to start with a simple, "Hey."

The guys immediately bombed us with with questions.

"How'd you get here?" Louis barely finished before Liam interrupted.

"Why are you here?"

Harry didn't miss a beat, "Do you know how much trouble we're going to get into when management realizes you guys are here?"

Niall shot the next question, "Who are you guys?"

Zayn asked right after Niall, "How long have you been here?"

To say that having five guys, One Direction no less, interrogating you was difficult to comprehend was the understatement of the year.

"Ummm, come again?" Jasmine requested weakly, offering a faltering smile.

Several looks were exchanged between the boys. I took the time to study them. They didn't look like they did in the pictures that dominated Instagram. They were still as attractive as ever, but when you strip away all the layers of flawless makeup and fashionable clothes that management heaped on, they were just five guys. Five ridiculously hot, young guys.

Louis interrupted my line of thinking and offered, "Here, I'll get you some clothes; I'm pretty sure Eleanor left some here. You guys can shower, get dressed, and all that. We'll meet downstairs for breakfast and we can sort this out there, okay?"