All the Time (One Direction Fan Fiction ~Harry and Niall)

America - part 12

hey there :) I started this as soon as I got 50 votes but it can't be up for a while :( *sad face* because i have SOOO much assessment it ain't funny so I'm sorry for taking FOREVER :)

I'll try and get it up this weekend however :) THANKS :)

ENJOY and VOMMENT PLEASE!!! :)

>>Megs xxxx

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Emma's POV

"Hello America!" Harry struck a salute pose as he stepped off the plane screaming the greeting at the top of his lungs. I winced before he wrapped his arms around me in apology.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" Harry asked, feigning hurt.

I giggled and waved at the tarmac and the boys. 
"Hi America," I said awkwardly before running down the stairs and into Louis' arms.

He hugged me tightly and stood back with a grin.

"What was that?" He pointed to the stairs. I laughed.

"Harry's idea. Don't even go there," I said, holding up my hands.

"I am in America! Amere-i-ka!" Harry sung off tune and danced around wildly as the other passengers heading towards the terminal gave us strange looks. We had to wait for an hour before we would go through customs.

Just so we wouldn't be mobbed with screaming girls and we could escape through the side door and into a car waiting for us.

I shook my head in thought. The boys were so popular and girls literally threw themselves at the boys. It was scary, amusing but bewildering at the same time.

They were so popular, and I was just the girl who was going to sing before them, with everyone cheering for the boys, and screaming at me to get off their stage.

I sighed softly as the boys collected their bags and mine from the travelator that puts the bags onto the truck. We wanted to get through quickly so we didn't want to have to wait for our bags.

My stomach churned slightly and I grimaced as it gurgled, bile threatening to rise. I braced myself but nothing came. It had passed just like a brief breeze that comes only once a day.

My mine churned. Why was I feeling sick? Nerves, being ra... , hit and beaten...

I gulped at the slightest possibility. I was scared. I didn't want that. Ever.

I sighed and shook my head, ridding myself of the thoughts.

"It is just a little nausea," I mumbled to myself as the boys came bounding over with the bags in their hands.

I tried to take mine but they refused and before long we were given the clearance to eneter the terminal.

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"FInally!" Niall cheered as the door was flung open and we raced into the sunshine towards the black limo that was waiting for us.

"Slow down Niall!" Paul panted behind Harry, Lou and I as he yelled at Niall with Zayn and Liam not too far behind.

I giggled. "Niall just wants his food."

Harry laughed.

"I'm pretty sure everyone does. That food on the plane was gross! I felt sick after eating it," he complained, laughing all the while.

I relaxed slightly. It was just the food. Duh, it was pretty awful. It was like..... pure.. just yuckiness. Ew.

"Get in the car Em!" Lou said as he dragged his bags and mine to the trunk and I jumped in the back of the limo.

I turned to see a mirror and I shrieked. 

A girl with purple eyes, a bruised face, arms and legs and unruly hair was staring back at me.

I looked hideous. The bruises were a blackish blue, but they were slightly faded. They had faded quickly but it wouldn't look nice when they were yellow.

I shivered and someone threw me a jacket as I tore my gaze from the ugly sight in the mirror.

"It will go away, we have a week and a bit before we start peforming anyway. There is a thing called makeup," Zayn said caringly. I smiled weakly as I wrapped his varsity jacket around my arms, hiding the ugly bruises.

My area was throbbing with a little pain and I was suddenly aware of every inch of my body that was covered in bruises or was stinging in pain. It was pure hell.

But I fingered the necklace on my neck softly. It was so precious to me. 

It could have been worse.

One of the boys could have died.

Or I could have died.

At least, for the moment, I was okay.

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EWWWW sorry it is bad, any suggestions? I noticed the read slowly bumping up and it would be great if the votes could too!

And sorry it is short..... I'm sooo tired... walked up and down a mountain yesterday and trained for four hours (gymnastics (after 8 weeks of minimal training due to illness)) and now i can't laugh it hurts soo much :/

Thanks so much guys :)

It means a lot. Thank you

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>>Megs xxxxx