PART ONE
Hi, my name is Emily. I’m writing this book for all those crazy fans out there. I’m seventeen years old and I’m best friends with One Directions, Niall. We’ve been friends since we were eight. Now, we’re graduated and he’s in the biggest band with the lads who’re with me as I write. “Hey Em, what’s your favorite color”? Louis asks. “Blue, why”? I say, glancing up from my laptop. No reply. He’s a weird one I tell you. “Hey love, what’re you writing about”? Harry asks. “Oh nothing, just another university paper. You know… the basics”. Harry nods. “So, what’s your project now”? Zayn asks. “A story,” I retort “About what”? “Anything I'd like”. “Oh”. I nod. This isn’t for university. It’s just a story.
I get up and I go up to my room in the boys’ flat. “Where is it”? I curse under my breath. I always lose my phone. “Where’s what”? I jump. “Shit, Niall! You scared me”! I exclaim. “I-I’m sorry, love”. Niall says. He embraces me. He smells like his Armani aftershave that he knows I love. Niall and I aren’t dating… but I would date him, even though he’s almost 6ft and I’m only 5’3’’. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a light blue tank. He’s a very attractive young lad, if I should say. He lets go of me and looks down at my face. “So, how are you Emily? “I’m great…” I say. “Are you sure”? Niall says and looks down, inspecting his foot. “Yes Niall, I’m perfectly okay. How are you Mr.Horan”? “Good. Just a little tired that’s all”.
As I stare at the floor, thinking I hear someone talking to me. I look up and I see Niall, “Emily, are you okay”? He asks. I nod and smile at him. He has no idea how much I love him. I’m too embarrassed to tell him. One day I might… but it sure as hell won’t be today. “Niaaaaall? Emiiiiilyyy? What’re you two doing? Can I come in”? Louis asks. “Yeah, go ahead Lou”. I say Niall is sitting on the bed and I’m sitting on the La-Z-Boy. “Oh, I thought you two were doing something…” Lou says with a wink. “Lou, you know Em and I are just friends”. He says with his thick Irish accent “Just friends, eh”? “Yes…” “You’ve told me otherwise”. “What?!” “Don’t act so surprised. You know what you said”. “Hold up you two, what’s going on”? I ask.
“Niall likes you; the boys and I can tell you like him. Okay”? I look at the ground and I feel extremely embarrassed. I glance at Niall through the sheet of my hair and he looks beet red. “Niall, your face is red”. I say. He looks at me. “Yours too”! I laugh and so does he. I wonder if this will mess up our friendship. I hope not. “Nialler”? “Yeah”? “Will this screw up our friendship”? “I sure as hell hope not…” He smiles and stands up. “Well, I’m going to make some lunch. Want anything”? Yes. “No, I’m okay”. He nods and goes downstairs. I look over at Louis and he’s smirking. “What”? “Nothing”. “Tell me”. “I didn’t know you liked Nialler. It was a guess. A lucky one I suppose”. I smile and I feel my cheeks flush. He gets up and waves goodbye.
The next day, Niall acts like nothing happened. “Hey Nialler"? I ask. He glances up from his phone. “Yeah Em”? “What’s going to happen while you and the boys are on the ‘Take me home’ tour”? “Well actually, I was hoping, um… I was hoping you’d come with us, yeah”? I smile and my stomach does a flip. “Oh my god, yes”! He smiles and gets up and embraces me. “Whoa, sorry”. Louis says as he’s walking in. “Did I interrupt something”? Lou asks. “Nope, I just asked Emily to come on the tour with us”. Niall says with a huge smile. “Yay”! Lou yells and he’s about to run off when I stop him. “Who says I said yes”? I ask with a straight face. “W-what”? Louis says his face saddened. “Lou, I’m kidding! Of course I’d like to go on the tour with you guys”! His face lights up like a child on Christmas morning and he smiles and runs of once again. Niall smiles and he finally let’s go of my hand, which I didn’t know he was holding. He looks at me and I blush.
I hear the boys stampeding towards the television. “What’s the big deal”? I ask. “X-factor is on”! Liam yells from the La-Z-Boy. I smile. I’ll make some popcorn I guess. “Who wants popcorn”? I yell. I hear 5 yes’ so I grab the biggest bowls we have. Those boys are vacuums I tell you. I have to wait about 10 minutes to microwave all the popcorn and hand it out. “Em”. Niall whispers. I look over from my end of the couch. He motions for me to come here. I shuffle over to him and he lays me down so we’re kind-of spooning. He hands me the bowl of popcorn so I put it by my tummy so both of us can eat. This is no strange event. Niall and I have always been this close, since we were kids. Niall is playing with my hair and his warm breath is tickling my neck. I’ve gotten so used to it, but it feels so nice. I snuggle up to Niall’s muscular chest and I start to drift off. I feel Niall plant a sweet, small kiss on my forehead and I fall asleep.
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“EMILY”. My boyfriend yells. “Yes, Daniel”? “Get me another beer”. I nod and I walk over to the fridge. “Um, there’s no more Dan”. I say. “Well, take the damn car and get some more”! My boyfriend yells. “But Dan, I don’t have my licence! I can’t drive…” I object “Who cares? You’re built like you’re 21”. My boyfriend says. I’m 16. “Um, yuck”. I scoff. “Just go do it”. I nod. I’ve done this plenty of times and I get the beer every time and I don’t know how. I hop in our shitty Honda and I start it up. It takes a few tries to get it going, but it eventually does. I grab the beer and pay the teller. I put it in the back seat and I head home. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for you Emily”. My boyfriend says. He hugs me and his hand reaches down to my bum. “DAN”! He jumps back at my yell. After that, I know exactly what happens, and I have the scars and bruises to prove it.
