Niall Horan's Love Story {UNEDITED VERSION}

Chapter Twenty One: The Premiere - Part Two.

*sobs hysterically* I HAD THIS TYPED OUT! For some freaking reason it didn't save and I worked SO hard on it! In a bad mood, need music!!!

Love a very angry,

Lana

Miss Horanette

xoxoxoxo

Ugh.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Premiere - Part Two.

Emilys POV:

Oh God. I sound like Liam and this is not going well.

"Autograph?" I squeaked. Many would like to know why I don't just tell everyone who Mischief is. It's Emily. But see, I don't want to get hate mail. I don't want rumours spread about me. I want a normal life. But I love singing way too much.

"You know, you were blonde when I saw you on tour.." Taylor remarked. I typed a message to Louis: 'Lou, bbz, SOS.'

I could hear his phone buzz, he was that close. He looked over at us, wearing a comical panicked expression on his face.

"Mischief!" he called. "Come over 'ere a minute!"

"Yes." I said and went to go, but Taylor grabbed my arm.

"Is that your real name?" She asked sceptically. "Mischief?"

"My real name is -" Louis held up a flashcard - where he got that from, I don't know - that read: Abigail?

I shot him a look that said, "Really? Abi? That's the best you could do?" he shrugged.

"Maya. My name is Maya." I improvised and scurried off. Oh my.

Taylor's POV:

Maya. That's Emily's favourite name.

Emily's POV:

"Thank you!" I said and gave him a hug.

"Look!" he smirked and pointed over my shoulder. I turned around.

"Sweet Jesus!" I breathed. How lush was Tom Felton? Mmm.

"Hi Mischief." A red haired and quite frankly, very hot guy grinned at me.

"Hi Rupert Grint." I twirled my hair and tried to look casual while shooting Louis looks saying, "FREAKING OUT."

"Me mate Tom says you're hot and wants a word." I blinked.

"Who's your friend?" He asked, staring at Taylor.

"She's taken." Liam came up behind me.

"She is?" I was confused. "Oh! She is."

"Oh. Well, catch ya later, babe." He walked off.

"Mischief?" I turned around, as did Louis.

"Tom Felton..." I mumbled. I've only crushed on him since nine!

"Can I have your autograph?"

I blushed heavily. "Sure."

"MISCHIEF!" I glanced over at Abi, waving frantically.

"Later." I said and dashed over. She was freaking out.

"Em, Harry said he likes me. What do I do?!"

"Oh damn! I have an interview NOW! Sorry, Abi, see ya later." I ran off with an apologetic glance at Abi.

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"Why I have an interview I don't know!" I exclaimed to myself as I rushed over to my interviewer.

"Hi I'm Louisa!" she shook my hand. I would much rather be with Abi, sorting out her 'weird boy problems' as she calls it.