Even If It Kills Me (One Direction and The Vamps Fan Fiction)

Chapter 33

Emma's POV

"Soooo how'd he ask you to be his girlfriend?" I ask Cat.

She blushes and tells us the cutest story ever of the cutest couple there ever will be.

"Well what about you and Tristan?" James asks raising his eyebrows at me. Once we decided to act like annoying gossiping girls, James decided to join in. He's actually a really great guy with a wonderful sense of humor.

"Um I don't know..." I mumble and look at the floor. I really don't know where we are at.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Cat asks.

"Well he kind of proposed to me in a sense..." I say quietly.

"WHAT?!?!?!" James yells, jumping up from his place on the bed. Now James is fairly tall, so since he was already on the bed AND he lept in the air, he ended up hitting his head on the ceiling and collapsing back on the bed, groaning in pain.

Cat and I couldn't help laughing at him. "I'll grab ice from the mini fridge," I tell Cat once we calmed down a little, but James' head still hurt.

"So. Proposing?" Cat asks as I set the ice on James' head and hold it there.

"Well so he's carrying me down the hallway bridal style, okay? And I tell him I can walk fine. So he set me down. Let's just say that I wasn't in the best state for walking. It was quite embarassing. So he scoops me back up and I start to complain about it. And he says something along the lines of 'get used to it. This is how I'll carry you on our wedding day.'" Both James and Cat looked surprised when I mention this, but I continue on with the story.

"And when we were in the elevator he confessed that he liked me, and he mentioned that when he hugs me he feels complete or something like that." Awwwws are heard from Cat and James. "So he set me down and hugged me and I said how I can hear his heartbeat when I hug him... And all in all we ended up comparing heartbeats..."

"Comparing heartbeats? What?" Cat asks, obviously confused.

"How fast they were..." I say to Cat quietly.

"Awwww you guys are too cute!" James exclaims like a girl and Cat and I can't help laughing at him.

"Makeovers?" I ask Cat once we calm down.

"Gossip Girl?" Cat asks back.

We both nod our heads and look back at James, who has a look of terror on his face. "Pizza?" he asks us, to even out the boyishness and girlishness.

We agree and we end up ordering a large pepperoni pizza for delivery to the hotel room.

Cat and I did makeovers to eachother. Cat did her's and mine makeup and I did our hair. We were in jean shorts and I had on a crop top, while Cat had an Artic Monkeys t-shirt. She wouldn't take it off, and James kept smiling at her. Creepy....

James ended up just looking like a really hot guy (that we obviously dressed him up as) with those tank tops that guys wear and black skinny jeans. Cat also ended up gelling his hair. He looked amazing that way.

We hear a knock on the door so I jump up to go pay the pizza guy. I pay and take the pizza box from him. He begins walking down the hallway. As I'm about to close the door, I hear a familiar British accent call my name.

"Hey Harry!" I shout back as he runs down the hallway to the door.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks as he rocks back and forth on his heels, obviously trying to check me out without being a creeper about it.

"Makeovers. It's a girls' night in," I explain.

"BLAIR! HOW CAN YOU CHOOSE HIM OVER CHUCK!?!?! CHUCK IS PERFECT FOR YOU!" James picked the right time to yell at the telly about the relationship of Blair and Chuck.