What Makes You Beautiful (1D fan-fic)

DUN DUN DUN.

My first One Direction fan-fic, and hopefully, not my last;)

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Chapter 1.

"Yeah dad, I know." I told him through the receiver.

"I'm just reminding you." he told me.  I rolled my eyes. How could I forget? Don't forget this, don't forget that. Jesus Christ. Can I not have a minute alone?

"Yeah, for like the hundredth time." I told him with a attitude.

"Emer, don't get smart with me." he scolded.

"Emer, don't get smart with me." I mocked.

If you hadn't noticed, my dads kind of a pushover.

"Emer, I will ground you." he threatened. I rolled my eyes. Another empty threat.

"I will ground you.." I mimicked him quietly.

"I can still hear you!" he exclaimed shocked.

"Whatever! Just get off my back. Jesus Christ."

"Don't swear! And no I will not 'Get of your back'," he told me sternly. I heard a few chuckles in the background, but said nothing.

"Your just Jealous." I told him lamely, not knowing what to say.

"I'm jealous- What?" again, more chuckles.

"Shush, Ali said shes not coming." I told him, changing the subject.

"She's still not talking to me?"

"What you did was very low dad, if you had done that to me. I wouldn't be coming over for the summer, and it could have been me, easily. Sam just had prettier friends that were more willing." I gagged.

"Can we not have this conversation now? Dylan has his friends over and..." he trailed off. My eyes widened.

"Have you told Dylan yet?" I asked.

"Well..."

"Dad! You told me you already told him!" I exclaimed.

"it was never the right time."

"Bullshit. You just don't want a broken nose."

"Emer! You are 16. I will not allow you speak like this to me. I'm a grown man, I can make my own choices."

"Almost 17." I corrected. "I'm trying to help you before you make things worse." I tried.

"Your only making things worse by bringing it up. Me and Rach will tell him when the time is ready." he told me softly. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm just saying, I'd be pissed If I were the last to know." I told him truthfully. " Okay, changing subject." I interrupted before he could say anything. "When is it Gran's 80th? Need to tell Ali..."

"the 5th. Dylan is bringing some of his friends too." I raised my eyebrows .

"Some?"

"yeah, a few of his mates came back from holiday or something. Some of them are British." he gagged joking. I heard someone cry 'Hey' in the background. I laughed.

"they're there?"

"Yeah, they've been around the past few weeks." I nodded, forgetting he couldn't see me through the phone.

"Aw, is Ross getting' Jealous?" I asked him sarcastically, remembering Dylan's best friend, Ross.

"Ross? No, he's still around a lot. Not as much but still is...Hey, what happened between you and him?" my  dad asked curiously.