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

Chapter Twenty One.

'Emily's POV-. 

I woke up Sunday morning with a massive headache. It felt like a hangover, and I hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol last night. Of course I didn't, I'm 16. I found my phone under my pillow, its battery drained. Great, my morning is just getting better and better.

The whole house was in a rush, trying to get ready and have breakfast before we had to leave. I was in a slow pace, eating breakfast while scrolling aimlessly down my twitter timeline. I liked following people back, as I don't have the chance to often. I threw back a paracetamol along with a small glass of water. My 'outfit of the day' was basically a pair of green leggings and my white cardigan. I was always self conscious wearing leggings, getting one of the girls to check if they were see-through or not.

"EMILY HURRY UP!"

"IM FUCKING COMING CALM DOWN!" I raced down the stairs, careful not to fall over as I slipped on my converse, not tying the laces. All the other cars had left, and we were the only ones left in the house. Well - except for the catering ladies who were kindly clearing up in the kitchen. I panted as I shut the car door, putting on my seatbelt and pulling out my phone.

To Katie: wheres my bestie at

I didn't expect a reply, it was quarter to ten, she definitely won't be up. My best friend and I were the same basically. Even though we looked completely different, her ginger hair and freckles outgoing my dark limply hair and pale face. She wasn't my only best friend - of course. I had other close and best friends too, but it always seemed like we were the ones having the sleepovers and hanging out on free weekends. I'd known her for about 4 years, when she'd moved up to Yorkshire from Reading. Even though we weren't in all of the same classes, we still hung out at break and lunch.

It was a couple hours later I got a reply. We had just finished lunch, and was about to go through our performance tonight. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I was still getting used to my new iPhone, something I had been provided with at the beginning of the show.

From Katie: in bed, waaasssuuupp

I tried to hold my smile back, sucking my lips inwards. It was really nice to get a reply back from an old face, especially with all the new people i've been equated with recently.

To Katie: bout to rehearse to sing infront of millions of ppl in the uk l8er this evening, the usual. u?

From Katie: wasting my apple id money on voting for some shit head on xfactor, i'm missing candy crush :(

Typical Katie, of course. She surrounded herself in games and apps a couple years ago when her parents divorced. She's over it now, but the game addiction is still gripping on tightly to the poor kid. I was about to reply, when I was told to put my phone away by one of the crew. What was this, school? Seriously, I get super annoyed when people tell me what to do. I did anyways though, the last thing I wanted to do was to get a bad name around here. That sounds bad, I know it does but I really want to stay in this.

"Naughty naughty."

"Shut up." I glared. I seriously didn't feel like talking to anyone today. My head was still banging, that paracetamol from hours ago had clearly rubbed off.

"Jesus, obviously someones time of the month." I walked off stage, walking to my dressing room. It was a small room, just with a mirror, a table dresser, a chair, a two seater sofa in the corner, and a small closet on the wall. It was seriously not my day. People can be such idiots at times, why can't their lips be shut sealed all the time?

I picked up my phone I had flung onto the seat next to me, scrolling through my contacts and picking the name with the cute smiley next to it. Within a few rings, she answered.

"Hello?"

"Why are all boys dicks?" I sighed. I heard laughing from the other end.

"I know right."

"Haha, hows you?"

"I'm good, but hows miss singer and her prince Nicholas..?" Her voice changed to quiet and alluring, almost as if she was in a film or play.

"Seriously, stop maann." We talked for the next 20 minutes, until I heard knocking on my door. I didn't answer. Yes - I'm stubborn, but if they really wanted something whoever it was would of walked in.

"Are you in there?" Scottish accents were so easy to hear from a while away. I continued to listen to the story Katie was telling. The door handle turned, and he popped his head round the door.

"I'll talk to you later Kates, I've got to go. Byeee." I felt bad hanging up. "Mhhm?" I asked, eye brows raised.

"Why are you moody?" Okay, normally I wouldn't get offended by that, but from him? It was really awkward in this room alone together, not going to lie. I felt like someone would pop out of somewhere any minute and chant 'kiss! kiss! kiss!'

"Moody! I'm not moody. I'm just annoyed..OK? THE FACT I GET PICKED ON EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY, AND THEN COME TO WORK AN-" I was going to finish, but I was cut off.

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Cut off by what? D: hahhaha

This fanfic is nearly over:'( I have a great idea for my next one though! Not sure whether it should be another Nicky, a Luke or maybe someone else? COMMENT AND HELP ME!

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