“Next round’s on me.” Harry said, getting up to grab us some more beers. I was at the bar with Liam, Louis, Niall, Harry and Zayn. I stared at my beer absentmindedly picking at the label.
“What ya thinkin’ about?” Niall asked.
“Harry!” Louis said.
“Why the hell would I be thinking about him?” I said, harsher than I intended. Liam laughed.
“You’re the first single woman who has ever said that.” I threw back my head and laughed.
“What’s so funny? Harry asked, coming back.
“Nutin’.” We all mumbled, hiding smiles. Harry sat back down again. I stood up.
“I hate to leave but I need to go finish some work.” The guys groaned and begged for me to stay but I shook my head.
“I can drive you back.” Harry said.
“I can get a cab it’s no big deal.”
“I insist.” I shrugged and followed him to his car. He opened the door for me and I smiled.
“Thank you Mr. Styles.”
“No problem Miss Knight.” He got in and started the car. A song started playing on the radio and he stared at it in amazement.
“This is so old.” He said. I looked from him to the radio. “It’s Gotta be you.” He said. He noticed my still confused look. “One Direction.”
“Oh!” I said suddenly getting it. Harry laughed.
“That’s the first time that’s happened.” I blushed.
“Like I said I live under a rock.”
“I’d rather have that than psychotic fan journalist.”
“Really?”
“Yeah I’ve had 50 year old women stalking me.” I smiled.
“You poor boy, women everywhere love you.”
“It’s rough but I survive.” He said glancing at me with a smirk on his face.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” he looked at me in confusion.
“Completing Claire’s list?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“I can do it on my own if you don’t want to.”
“No. It’s my wedding I should be included.” We arrived at the hotel and I got out.
“Thanks for the ride.” I called over my shoulder.
“Emma?” I turned and he was looking at me strangely. Like he did that night in New York.
“Yes Harry?”
“Don’t stay up too late. I’m uh, leaving early tomorrow and I need you with me.” I was disappointed but I didn’t show it.
“Okay. Good night.” He waved and I went into my room.
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The Journalist
FanfictionEmma Knightly gets more than she bargined for when she's sent to California to cover the wedding of superstar, Harry Styles