You Found Me

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Enough with the makeup, please?" I begged. Hanna narrrowed her eyes at me. "Stop fidgeting. You look great." "I don't even like makeup." "It's just a little bit Em."

I groaned and crossed my arms. "Fine, whatever."

Hanna had this big idea of making me look nice or whatever, but I honestly didn't care. I just want my camera back. I dont get why I have to gussy up so much, this is the last time I'm going to see them anyway.

"There, look. I'm done cry baby." I stuck my tongue out at her. She had put some eyeliner, and red lipstick on me, which strangely enough - complemented my dark hair. "I didn't put any blush, since you have it naturally on your cheeks already. I'm jealous." She smiled. "Don't be jealous. You're a billion times more gorgeous than me." "Don't say that. You don't know you're beautiful." She sang. I rolled my eyes at her.

"K. Can we go now?" I asked. She grabbed her purse and keys. "Lets go then!"

Hanna was driving me for moral support or something. While she drived, I started to get butterflies in my stomach.

Don't be nervous Em..They're just guys. Ha, but then again I can't even talk to a normal guy if it killed me.

Oh gosh, I'm gonna say something or do something stupid.. Breathe Em.

"Are you alright?" Hanna asked. I nodded my head and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You look shooken up." She said.

"I'm alright." I faked a smile.

"It's just for a bit, and you don't even like them, right?"

"Yeah." I muttered.

The car finally came to a stop. "Say hello to Harry for me won't you?" She winked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Of course Hanna banana."

"How many times have I heard that one before?" She chuckled.

"I'll be back in a couple minutes." I said.

"Sure sure."

I closed the car door behind me and walked my way into this large, beautiful hotel.

Inside the hotel, I looked around, hoping to see one of them but I didn't. Instead, I decided to walk to the front desk.

"How may I service you today?" the man asked.

"I- uh..I- One Direction is expecting me..?"

"Ha. and I'm Beyonce's boyfriend!" he laughed. I looked down at my shoes and bit my lip. How rude. He thinks i'm crazy!

"Run along fangirl, before I call security."

"but-I..but-"

"Leave now. Or else."

Then stepped out a man in a suit. I presume he was the manager of some sort.

"What seems to be the problem here?" he asked. "This fan girl here was just leaving."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a fan girl. I-"

"Wait. You're Emily." The man spoke. I nodded.

"They've been expecting you."

The man at the front desk looked surprised. "follow me." "Uh..Alright." I replied. I followed the manager into the elevator until we finally arrived on the 23rd floor. There was a security man walking behind us now.

"They just want to verify that you're who you say you are." the manger said. I nodded and stood in front of, what I believe was their hotel room.

I noticed a peephole in the door. They're probably looking at me..Oh man. What if I look terrible? Or they don't recognize me?