Paul's Assistant

Lift

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Chapter Fourteen

Lift

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Oh god... He must be so mad at me...

I pry my eyes from the floor and see Niall staring at me. I can't control it but my face breaks into a grin. "You know, it's not nice to stare Horan."

His mouth opened slightly and he turned a little pink from being caught. His gaze dropped to his shoes and I walked over to him. He looked up again, seeming even more shocked that I was this close to him now. "I... I'm sorry Niall..."

He looked confused. "Sorry for what?" He asked.

"For you know..." God how can I say this... "For earlier. I didn't mean for that to happen. I just... Sorry."

*Very short Niall's POV*

Um... Okay then. She's sorry and didn't mean to kiss me?

Well... I feel loved. (Note the sarcasm)

And bloody awkward.

*Emma's POV*

Well... This just got awkward.

Niall's eyes met mine and we were silent.

He broke the silence after a very very brief moment. "Um... uh... Paul needs you for something..."

I felt even more awkward after that. "Okay..."

I remember what Paul's room is from when Louis first brought me here so I started heading down the hall to the lift.

I jumped when I heard a door close behind me. I turned around and expected to see Niall, ready to confess his love like in the movies.

Screw movies.

It's Zayn.

"Hey Emma. Where are you going?" He asked in the accent that could make ANYONE (even a turtle) melt.

"Oh. Just down to Paul's office. Niall said he needed me for something."

"Hm..Oh yeah I remember now." He said, I guess Paul told everyone. "I'm just going to the store... I ran out of shampoo."

He looked at me questioningly. "What? Oh! No no no! I swear I've been using my own!" I said, remembering the time when I used his shampoo.

"Yeah, sure, mmhm." He said sarcasticly.

"Whatever. I need to go."

"Wait for me!" He said in a baby voice.

Zayn and I both got into the lift and pressed the 'Lobby' button.

He hummed along to the song that played over the speakers.

The lift got down to floor 13 when an ear-splitting siren sounded throughout the lift. Zayn and I jumped in surprise and covered our ears.

'I'm sorry. This lift is having technical difficulties. Please remain calm. The mechanics will have it running again in ninety minutes.'

As soon as the robotish voice finished talking I started to freak out.

I gripped the handle on the side of the lift so tightly that my knuckles were white. I was covered in goosebumps and my legs started to shake. Zayn took notice and put his hand on my back. "Emma? What's wrong?"