it was just a song ♫ one direction

Chapter 3 - New Emotions

There stood Niall. I could see pain in his eyes, and he saw it in mine. His hard face softened as he saw my teary eyes. His mouth opened, searching for words to say to me, but he didn't have to say anything.

Before I could stop myself, a sprit overcame my will and shoved me into him. I wrapped my arms around his torso, and the first tear escaped involuntarily. I could tell he was not expecting that hug whatsoever, jumping back slightly, but he soon wrapped his arms around me slowly. Before I knew it, I was crying into Niall Horan's chest.

We stood there for what seemed like forever, before he gently pulled me away. He kneeled down just enough to get to my size, looking me straight in the eyes. "What happened?" He asked. I thought his voice would be harsh, like he was still mad at me, but it was the opposite. It was smooth and kind, his Irish tone peeking out.

I was going to reply, but then I heard voices calling. "Oh Emma...!" "We know you're up here...!" I felt my heart stopped as I looked toward the staircase at the other end of the hall. Niall must've seen the fright in my eyes as he gripped my hand, dragging me into a room. It was quite big, but it had belongings in it, and I could tell it was his room. He locked the door and I went over and sat on the bed.

He slowly sat next to me. "Emma, tell me. What happened out there?" He said softly, leaning forward so his eyes met mine. I opened my mouth [ again ] to reply, but banging erupted on the door. "Hey! Nialler! You seen Emma?" It was Zayn, I could tell.

I froze. He looked at me, "Hide." He whispered. As I got up and slid under the bed. I had just enough room so I could see their feet. He paused, before opening the door.

"Sup Nialler? Seen Em?" Zayn had a clear tone in his voice. Aggression. I could tell he wanted me, and not in a good way. I stopped breathing, listening.

"No. Why would I want anything to do with that bitch?" Niall spat, and I felt my innards twist. Did he really mean that?

There was a long pause before Louis butted in. "She isn't in her room... She must be hiding somewhere..." He stood next to Zayn.

"We'll get her tonight, don't worry." Zany said to Louis, then added to Niall. "If you wanna get back at that bitch, we're gonna screw her up tonight. Coming into our house like a little angel. Yeah right. What a slut." Zany scoffed to Louis who snorted with him.

Tonight?! I felt myself die internally. They knew my room. I had no where to go. I was trapped. I had to do something so stay away from them. I could tell what they wanted was not for sale.

Niall asked a question. "What happened?"

"The video. The thong scene..." Louis hinted, but Niall just shook his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Go watch the video, then you'll see why we want her." Zayn finished, walking off. "See ya Nialler."

Niall closed the door, locking it again. I heard his footsteps pad over to his desk where he sat down in his chair. I heard keys clicking, so I decided to retreat from my hideout.

While getting out, I raised my head a bit to early, banging it against the bed stand. It let out a loud thump as Niall turned at the noise. I sat rubbing my head. "Ow..."

"You okay?" Niall was about to get out of his chair, but I just waved a hand, taking the other off my head.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I said standing, walking over to him. I saw he was on my video. Shit. I bit my lip as it was nearing the part. Niall leaned back, a hand on his chin as I bit my lip gingerly. Then came the part. His eyes widened, and there was a long silence before he snorted, looking up at me.

"This is why they want you?" He asked with a smile. "That's not that bad." He laughed, still looking at me. Then the camera zoomed in. I looked at the screen, mortified. I turned walking quickly away with my hands on my head. I watched from a distance as confused Niall turned to the computer. Then he saw it.

"Irish You Were Here".

I saw his eyes practically pop out of his eyes. "Holy shit..." He muttered, staring at the script. I added in.

"Th-Th-That's why." I stammered, as I felt a tear stream down my cheek. I turned away, I was so ashamed of myself and my video right now. My hands still were tucked over my head and my eyes were welded shut. It was supposed to be a funny joke, just because, but it was breaking me apart. I never thought the guy I wanted to address it to would ever read it. Another teardrop fell. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.

I really wanted to just not face him, have my back against him, but some part of me made me turn. His eyes weren't ashamed or angry our even happy- they were just blue; Niall blue. I stared at him, as he wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"N-N-Niall, I-" I began, but then I was cut off by a mouthful of lips.