Change My Mind *1D Fanfic*

Chapter 36

SORRY THAT I HAVENT UPDATED IN LIKE FOREVER. I WAS JUST VERY BUSY. Thank you all for over 800 reads, over 100 votes, and over 300 and something comments.

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Emmalee's P.O.V.

Phoebe gets called into the room first to get interviewed. I grab my phone, and look at it. There are 12 new messages from Niall.

How are you doing?

Are you okay?

Emmalee answer the phone.

Emm

Emmalee if you dont answer me im gonna go up there, and hunt you down.

Is our child okay?

How big is the bump?

Have the others figured out?

Emmalee answer pwease?

Hows the interview?

If they give you smack then tell me. I will handle it.

Emm. ANSWER.

I roll my eyes,and grin. He is so over protective now. He begged to go to the interview but, I told him no. He got super sad though but I just shook my head no. Then left.

I get my phone out to text him back.

Niall im fine. I havent gone in for the interview yet. Eleanor had me put on a tight jumpsuit so the bump shows out a bit. But I will talk to you later. :*

I look over to Perrie who is holding out a mirror checking out her makeup. "Hey Perrie, what things do theu usually ask during these type of things?" I ask, and earn a small smile when she snaps her mirror together putting it away.

"Well. They would ask how you met the boys, what relationship you have. And just some gossip. You will be fine," she waves her hand, and I slouch back. This is going to be bad. What if they ask about the bump, and assume I am pregnant then put it all in magazines? I can imagine right now on the cover on Seventeen Magazine: Niall's girlfriend pregnant?!? Read for latest details on the singer's girlfriend Emmalee Patterson.

I sigh. I would die of shame, and embarrassment.

A few moments later Phoebe leaves from the room, and sits right next to me letting out a sigh. "Emmalee?" the lady in the glasses calls out, and I stand getting ready for my interview. I walk in the door, and the lady shuts the door behind me. She leads me to a chair myself sitting down, then she sits across from me smiling. "Well hello Emmalee. My name is Kristine," she says while reaching her hand out to shake mine. I oblige, and smile back towards her.

"I have a few questions that I would like you to answer for me. Is that alright?" she asks while pulling out a pen, and notepad. I nod while she pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her pointy nose. "So tell me the first time you met the boys or even one of them," she questions, and I cross my right leg over my left.

"I had met Niall first. We met at the food table backstage of the concert in Sacramento. He then saw me, and asked if I would like to help him carry platers of food secretly. Which I obeyed, and that's pretty much how we met," I say, and she nods while scribbling down some notes.

"Is it true that you and Niall are dating?" she asks, and I nod. "Yes. We are,"

"Is it true you are pregnant?" she asks while setting her things down while folding her hands together. Wait. How does she know? This could be bad. Very bad.

"Im not going to tell anyone. I just want to know myself. Not for the magazine. And I could tell because you have a tiny bump growing," she says while pointing towards my stomach. I blush. Should I even trust her? I barely even know Kristine. "Emmalee. It's fine," she says, and I look towards the ground.

I don't know if I could. "Umm I'm not comfortable talking about this," I mutter, and she nods. "Thats fine," she then picks up the notepad again. "Now who have you become really good friends with besides Niall?" she asks, and this is pretty easy. It has to be Harry. He had been my favorite guy in the band until I met Niall. And now that we are going to sabotage Phoebe's, and Luke's relationship it has to be him. And we are really close I believe.

"Harry," I say, and she writes down a couple of words then sets the pad down once more. She stands up, myself doing the same. "Thank you Miss Patterson," she says while shaking my hand. "I believe Eleanor would like you to meet her in the main room so she could take your photo," she says while i head towards the door. "Thanks Kristine, " I nod before closing the door behind me.

Im glad she didnt question more about the pregnancy.  I let out a sigh then head towards the main room in which Kristine instructed me into going to meet my friend. I walk down a long corridor heading towards my destination.  A couple of guys are huddled together talking. Once I walked near them they all

look up towards me. Some grin, and some smirk. I hear a whistle, and some guys are whispering to each other. "Well arent you beautiful," the black haired one speaks, and some murmur in agreement except for one who is leaning against the wall looking towards.

The black haired one approaches me, and I walk to the other side of the hallway. "Wait." he says while blocking me. He is pretty tall compared to the others. I look up towards his smirking grin. "Well my lady. Wanna come with me?" he whispers while snaking his arm around my waist giving me the bad side of chills. I sink down trying to break away but he tightens his grip. "Leave me alone." I say, and a chuckle leaves his disgusting lips. He leans down his lips brushing down near my ear. "Nah baby. I dont feel like it. Now whats your name?" he asks his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Get. Off," I sternly say but he just nimbles my ear.

"Jace. Stop," the guy who was leaning against the wall says while pushing him away. "What the fuck Spencer?" he regains himself, and I shutter at the oddly familar name. Spencer. I know that name, but I cant put a finger on it. I look up to Spencer, and reconize that face. That face. Oh no it cant be! He looks down at me grinning. I start to panick, and the first thing I think of is it run. So I did, I ran down the hall as quickly I can, and turn a sharp corner. I hear him yelling my name but the only thing I respond in is in tears.

My old ex Spencer is here.