Good Luck ~ A Nicholas McDonald Fanfic. *BOOK ONE*

Chapter Nineteen.

'Emily's POV-.

"I've missed you a lot poppet." I smiled at him, finishing chewing my food and taking a quick sip from my drink. The spices kicked my throat, but I simply found it delicious. We were eating as Wagamamas, and I had ordered the sweet chili chicken salad. My tongue was sensitive at most, any food from rarely spicy to super hot would kill me.

I put down my glass, using my hands and fingers to sign the words "I've missed you too." back to him. He wasn't deaf, and definitely neither was I. My auntie, my Dads sister, was however. She had been from an early age in her life, which resulted in my Grandparents and Dad learning it too. It passed down to my Mum, brothers and myself learning it. I wasn't the best, but decent enough to have simple and friendly conversations with my Auntie and other people.

I was on voice rest at this time, one of the worst things ever. Even though I wasn't the chattiest of us in the house, I was most definitely close to it. At all times I had such an urge to speak, which I had to pinch myself for. It was funny, I even had a little badge with "I'M ON VOICE REST" printed on.

My Dad had joined me for yesterday evening, him eating dinner with us. Of course, he stayed in the Premier Inn a couple streets down over night. I offered to stay with him, but he told me not to be silly. He was much better, which I was glad of. Even though I adored and loved both my parents equally, I'd always been closer to my Dad for some reason. Probably because Will and Matt are both such Mummies boys.

My Dad payed for our lunch, us both getting up and pushing our chairs in. I slipped my coat off the back of my seat, putting it on. I doubled checked if I had everything, then making our way out the door and into the town centre. We were just about to go to the studio, as I wanted to show my Dad around. Tuesday was the first day that you sang at the studio, just going through your song but in the arena and on the stage. We were stopped twice on the way to the car, which my Dad was surprised at. I wouldn't say I wasn't surprised either, but I was sort of starting to come to terms with it all.

I showed him all around the studio; backstage, my dressing room and even the stage. He didn't let me move on until he got a picture at the judges desk. Typical Dad.

"Hey Em." I took the picture, quickly turning round. I saw Nicky stood there, trackies, hoodie and his hair in a beanie. If I didn't have self control, I'm pretty sure my jaw would be on te ground. I had to admit, I was a sucker for beanies. On boys - I mean.

I waved at him. I pointed to the badge I was wearing, making sure he understood.

"Did you take one?" My Dad loudly called. I gave him a thumbs up, and he came waddling over to us. "'Iya." He said to Nicholas. Nicky politely said hello back, tapping his feet on the black, freshly cleaned stage below us.

'This is Nicky' I quickly signed to my Dad. He made an 'ahh!' noise, pointing at Nicky.

"So you're the one who my Daughter has a crush on! Can't blame 'er, you're a good looking lad if I must say so myself." My cheeks flushed a very deep colour of scarlet. Even though I couldn't make sure they were, I could feel them very warm. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Nicky thanked him, chuckling a bit. I pushed my Father away, trying to leave as fast as possible. I was basically using all my strength as I pushed his back, finally getting away and into the deep bit of backstage. When we were alone, I proceeded to playfully hit and slap his arms and chest.

He left later than evening, saying he wanted to get back before the sunset. Him and my Mum were both coming to see the show Live week. I agreed, even though I didn't even know if I would be in the competition still.

"Is it true you speak sign language?" Sam Callahan said, walking into the kitchen. He picked up an apple from the bowl, running it under the tap before taking a huge chunk out of it with his perfectly good teeth.

"You can't 'speak' sign language - that's the point of it. But yes, I can." I was let off voice rest, but only for a couple hours a day. Shouting and singing were restrictedly off limits. If I wanted to make it to next week and pull it off this week end, I had to save my voice.

"That's pretty sick. How do you sign 'Sam is the hottest person ever'?" I took my attention of of my laptop screen, bringing my two hands together, and signing it quick. He copied me, practising over again as he walked out the room. A small smile couldn't help but form on my lips.

I'm not going to lie, it was so hard not to mess with Sam. Instead of teaching him 'Sam is the hottest person ever', I taught him 'Sam is the smelliest douche ever'. It was too tempting. I couldn't wait until he found out what really I had taught him. Although, he probably never will. Knowing him, he'll of forgotten it in an hour tops.

I continued to scroll through my emails, deleting the many old chain messages I should of years ago. As I was doing it, a thought crossed my mind. How did he know I knew sign language? I'm pretty sure Nicky saw me sign earlier to my Dad. Did he talk to the boys about it maybe?

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