Once Upon A Song (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

Emily’s POV

After I kissed Harry last night we slept next to each other, just cuddling all night. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t like it, but I didn’t know what to make of it. I woke up before Harry the next morning and carefully slipped out of bed, smiling at his peaceful sleeping face. I went to the bathroom, having a steaming hot shower, washing my hair and body. I got out getting dried and wrapping a towel around my head and body. I silently cursed myself when I realised I left my clothes in the room with Harry. As silently as I could I crept into the room, grabbing some underwear and random clothes before knocking over my makeup on the floor.

“Shit!” I whispered, turning to see Harry stirring in the bed.

I ran back into the bathroom and quickly got dressed into the clothes I had grabbed,  a pair of light blue and white tight demin high waisted shorts and a white singlet tied in the middle, showing a bit of my stomach. I went back into the room, seeing Harry was gone. I picked up my makeup, then putting on some foundation, powder, bronzer, mascara and a clear lip balm and went into the main area of the plane where I assumed where the boys were. I saw them all watching TV.

“Morning boys!” I grinned, giving them all hug and sitting on the floor between Harry and Liam.

“Morning Em!” the boys smiled back.

“Morning gorgeous.” Harry blushed, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

Liam raised his eyebrow at the two of us questioningly but I just looked away.

“What are you watching?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Family Guy. There’s nothing else on, plus we land soon.” Louis said, munching on the cereal in front of him.

“Oh okay.”

“Lady and boys, we will be landing in five minutes, so sit in your seats and buckle up. Also, a message from Simon, go straight to the car as you all have an interview. Bye.” Our pilot, Charles, said over the intercom.

We all made our way to a seat, buckling up and staying in a comfortable silence while watching the TV. When we finally landed, I saw flashes of cameras and heard screams of girls coming from inside the terminal.

“Oh my god.” I breathed as we stepped out of the plane. “I can’t do this.”

I felt someone grab my hand and I turned seeing Harry looking at me sympathetically.

“It’s okay, just hold my hand and I’ll get you to the car.” He smiled, squeezing my hand comfortingly.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

We made our way down the stairs, Liam and Niall in front, Louis and Zayn behind, and made our way through the deafening screams. By the time we made it to the car, I still felt scared, and a bit sick, even more so after the questions that had been asked.

“Harry, is this your new girlfriend?”

“Is she only in it for the fame?”

“Are you in love?”

“Is she pregnant?”

“Zayn, are you and Perrie getting married?”

“Niall, are you and Liam together?”

“Liam, is it true you and Danielle broke up?”

“Niall, are you happy Liam and Danielle split?”