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twenty six

A/N: So you know what sucks? Putting all of this work into a story that no one reads and you feel like you're writing it for no reason whatsoever. I don't understand. I must be doing something wrong. I'm already at chapter 26 and hardly no one, I mean NO ONE reads it. I hate to sound selfish or stuck up, but it really is irritating at times. So if anyone actually is reading this, if you could share it with friends or on your twitter, that would be amazing. I just feel better about my writing if I have feedback. Otherwise, I start to think I must be really shit at writing. I want people to want to read my stories and enjoy my writing. That's all I want, but it seems that is not going to be the case here.

EMMA'S POV:

It's been three days since Eleanor and Louis walked in on me and Harry. After they left, I just kind of put my clothes back on and let myself lay across his chest. He had just started rubbing small circles on my back before bursting into a fit of laughter. His head was thrown back into the pillow and his chest was rumbling under my head.

"That really just happened," he said in between breaths.

"Yes, have you just realized that?" I said, smiling against his chest.

"It just kind of hit me."

I never answered. I just let my fingers draw random shapes on his skin, occasionally tracing his tattoos. My phone had gone off constantly with messages from Lola and a few from my mom, but no part of me wanted to deal with them. All I wanted to do was lay with Harry and be happy, even if just for a few hours.

So that's what we did. We enjoyed the silence and let ourselves get tangled up in each other.

Now I sit at Niall's with Louis, Eleanor, and Paige. Eleanor is looking at me nervously.

"Emma, really you don't have to go through with this," she says, biting on her lip.

"It's okay. I'll be fine. And if something happens, we just blame it on Louis," I try to get her to smile.

"Yeah, just blame it on- heyyyyy!" he turns and pouts at me. I return his gesture with a shrug and a small smile.

There was a hint of amusement in Niall's eyes, along with a whole lot of worry. Paige had been biting her nails so much, I wasn't sure if there was anything left. I was nervous, extremely nervous. But I couldn't let them know that. That would just make matters worse. I needed to pretend I was okay. Louis was going to be with me and everything was going to be fine.

No way I'm letting either of us get hurt.

Niall insisted that we dress as a couple so if anyone does happen to see us, we can just say we got lost. He swears that will make them let us go because their goal isn't to harm innocent people. The stupid pink dress I have on is itching and Louis looks uncomfortable in his khakis and blue Polo. I refused to put on heels just in case we had to run. So I just had on a simple pair of white Keds that went with the sundress.

I also wanted to kill Niall because it was freezing outside and he made me wear a dress. A dress. Apparently I get to wear Louis' coat over me, but my legs are still going to turn into walking ice cubes.

"Well, guys. It's ten. Time to head out," Niall's voice is kind of shaky and I know he doesn't want to let us do this. If anything goes wrong, he's going to blame himself.

"Niall, we're going to be okay. And if we're not, it's Louis' fault remember?" I smile and pull him into a hug. He buries his face in my neck and squeezes me really tight, cutting off the air supply to my lungs.

"Just please don't forget the plan. And if anything at all goes wrong, abort mission and run," he says, letting go of me and looking over at Louis so Lou knows his words were directed at him also.

"We got it, mate. I'm not going to let anything happen to us," Louis tries to assure him with a quick hug.

"I just love you idiots. We're a team, okay? We can't lose any team members," Niall says and pulls Eleanor and Paige into his sides.

"This is gonna work, Ni. We're gonna make it. And we're all going to give that douche bag what he deserved when I was fourteen." He smiles at me the best he can under the circumstances. "Oh and promise me you won't blame anything that may go wrong on yourself."

"I can't promise you that, but I can try."

"Thank you."

****

The whole subway ride to The Bronx was nerve racking. The only contact we had with Niall was through text messaging, and that was going to have to be cut off as soon as we arrived. We're going to look weird just being in The Bronx anyways, so fitting in is looking to be a problem we face first.

Louis has his hand locked tightly together with mine. This is in no romantic manner at all. This is in a comorting, 'I'm scared shitless too' manner.

"Are you ready?" he asks, helping me out of the subway.

"As ready as I'll ever be."