His Princess, Without Him [Book 2]

#45 Diversion

Niall's P.O.V.

"Hey babe how was dinner?" It was almost eight o'clock when I finally heard from Emma again.
I must admit, I didn't really like the fact that she put dinner with a friend before me but she had her life with friends and it would be selfish to ask her to give them up.

"Niall, oh thank god I reached you. It's Emma, well the both of us really. We were having dinner and the place is now crowded with people and paparazzi and.." the call didn't come from Emma but her friend who she had dinner with.

"And now we can't get out and she is having an attack. I don't know how to help her, please come and help us, we need someone to distract them 'cause they don't look like they're willing to leave anytime soon." Panic was clear in her voice and even through the phone I could hear the cameras and screams.

Emma had been having some panic attacks ever since the miscarriage, especially when she is cornered or expected to be her best self. And obviously with the sudden change of Lauren in her life and paparazzi tracking her down she was terrified.
Most of the time just some space, someone to hold her tight and tell her she was not supposed to be perfect and she was okay the way she was would help calm her down but Jia, Emma's friend from university, herself was way too high up in her emotions to do just that.

"I will send someone your way, Please just text me the address and I will make sure they'll clear out. Tell her to breath, and that I will make sure they get the hell away from you" During the call I had already jumped off the couch and ran to Harry's room. Thank the lords he was here to stay for the week so he could watch Lauren while I would safe my girl.

"Harry can you please stay in for a while." Luckily Lauren was already asleep, or at least in her own room pretending to be asleep so asking Harry to babysit Lauren wasn't that big of a deal.

"You kidding me? I was planning on going out in like a few minutes. What's so important?"
"Just stay, come on, Emma's in trouble and I need to help her. Suck it up and make sure Lauren doesn't wake up." I rushed to my room to get my shoes and coat only to be greeted by my angry housemate.

"I know I promised to watch Lauren but with that I meant after we talked about me watching-"
"Yeah and you're about to make good on that promise. I won't be out long but Emma's in trouble with the fucking paps and she can't get out of it. So suck it up." Later I would probably apologize to Harry for my behaviour but at that moment Emma was all that mattered to me.

She was in trouble, scared out of her mind and I was the only one who could and should solve the problem. Shew as in this situation because of me in the first place.

Without waiting for Harry to comment any further on me damning him to the building for as long as it took me to get Emma away from there and back home, I jumped in my car and drove to the diner.

Because of Emma's crazy obsession with the place I could almost drive there without using my navigation system. The drive took just over twenty minutes and all of that time I cursed those damn paparazzi's and reporters silently and aloud for latterly driving my girlfriend in a corner while doing something that was in the furthest not related to me.

Sill I was glad I skipped on my original idea of joining Emma and her friend for dinner with both Harry and Lauren. Only thinking about putting my little princes in harm's way like that, intentionally or not, made my stomach twist even more than it already did.
The mobbing was already less than it had been before. Of course some would always follow us, maybe forever but it had been a while since we had to call the police, until today.

I knew I was to blame for all of this. Emma wanted nothing to do with the fame, which was exactly why she never really joined us on tours. She would come to some of the award shows but more because she knew how much it meant to me to have her next to me and she didn't want to let me down. But there she was, trapped in a car with no way of getting out simply because some idiots wanted a picture of her, doing anything.