Broken || a. i.

11: Interviews, Cameras and Paps, Oh My!

Hey guys. I was sick all last week so I didn't get the chance to write (I try to write a chapter a week). I hope you guys like this chapter!

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Ashton:

"Crap. I'm sorry Emily but we have to go back inside." I said nervously. I had seen a black figure crawl across the ground.

"What? Why?" She looked around, trying to spot the danger I was only so familiar with.

"Paps" I said. And then the cameras started flashing.

I was momentarily blinded but, after I regained my sight I reached around the open air, trying to find Emily's hand.

"Ash?!" I heard her yell.

"I'm right here." I found her hand and held fast. I began to pull her in the direction of the club, her half-hidden behind me.

"Who is she?"

"Where's she from?"

"How long have you been together?"

"How old is she?"

Various questions were fired at us, Emily must be freaking out.

"Emily? You okay?" I asked, pulling her closer.

"Yeah. Fine." She sounded shaky, but okay.

We got inside the doors of the club. Al was waiting there.

"I'm sorry guys I would've been there but I couldn't get past this dumbass bumper." He motioned to the bumper at the door.

"Al it's fine. Just get us a way to get all of us out of here without being seen. Please." I asked. He nodded and went to go talk to the "dumbass bumper."

I pulled Emily down a maintenance hallway.

"Hey. You're probably freaking out. I'm so sorry I should have had Al-" And then her lips were on mine.

"I'm okay. That was actually really awesome. Terrifying, but awesome." She said.

"You think so? you think it was cool?" I asked, shocked. We got it all the time and were used to it, or as used to a bunch of people surrounding you and invading your personal life as you could get.

"Yeah. I felt like a real celebrity." She laughed, and I laughed too.

"Okay. We should find everyone and get out of here. Most likely, our fans will have found your social media accounts, what do you have that they could have found?" I asked.

"Twitter and Instagram," she replied.

"Give me yours, Kate's and Lindsey's, and I can tag you guys in a picture we took from tonight. That way, the interviewer has a way to ask me tomorrow." I pulled out my phone.

On Instagram, I pulled up the "post a new photo" window. Scrolling down a little in my camera roll, I found a funny picture from tonight. It had everyone in it. Emily was next to me, my arm around her waist. Calum and Kate were making silly faces and Luke, Michael, and Lindsey were smiling. It was a great picture.

"Here." I handed Emily my phone so that she could tag herself and her friends. She handed it back and I posted the picture.

"There's a back entrance- one for building personnel only- I'll have a car be brought around to pick you guys up," Al said as he came into view.

"Cool. I'm going to go find everyone." Then Emily wandered into the crowd of sweaty, dancing bodies.

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