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

Time to Sing - part 13

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Harry's POV

The week since the incident had flown by and Emma had regained her strength and all her bruises were gone. 

And tonight, was our first performance. She would be singing 'Moments', "More than this,", "Tell me a lie," and "What makes you beautiful" with us tonight. We had sorted out all the harmonies and for "What makes you beautiful", I would sing my solo to her like we did in the music video. Yes, we were going to announce her to the world.

And she didn't know how amazing her singing was. She just thought it was terrible. Her voice was like an angel in the darkness. It was beautiful.

"Harry! Open up!" Her voice rung out as she rapped on our dressing room door.

Our stylist finished playing with my suit as Louis ran to the door.

"Emma!" He sqeauled before his jaw dropped as the door swung open.

Our stylist Charlotte had gone in before and gotten her ready.

She looked, breath-takingly beautiful.

She was wearing purple converse and a 'puffy', spaghetti strapped dress that reached about a hand-length above her knees. The dress was covered in little sparkly bits and floral patterns and had a black waistband at her waist, separating the top half of the dress from the skirty part.

Her hair was curled to perfection and fell in ringlets down her shoulders. Some parts were pinned back so her hair wouldn't fall over her face while she was jumping up and down.

I looked down at myself. I wore a white formal top with the sleeves rolled up, red pants to the knee and grey toms. Louis had on a striped white and red top with grey pants like mine and red toms.

Niall, Zayn and Liam had similar outfits, just with grey, white, red and black colours varied.

"Emma," I said gasping.

She blushed as she walked over to me and planted a kiss on my cheek.

Her make-up was also a mask of perfection. She didn't need much at all because her natural beauty shone through the most. She had just had a little touch up which was perfect.

She was shaking a little and I wrapped my arms around her. She was nervous, I could tell by the expression on her face.

"It'll be fine, they'll love you," I reassured her, squeezing her and placing my chin on her head.

"I hope so," She said quietly.

Please let it go well... I thought.

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Emma's POV

"I hope so," I whispered. I was so nervous.

What if they didn't like me? What if they saw me a  b**ch who had stolen the boys? What would happen to Harry then? I didn't want to be the reason for his fame to end.