More Than One Direction

When Emily gets the job of her dreams, a back up dancer for One Direction, she is less than thrilled to discover her dancing partner is Louis, not the guy she's desperately in love with, Niall. But things take a turn when Niall seems smitten with her as well, and what will happen when Liam seems to like her too? Will Louis's or Liam's feelings get in the way of a seemingly perfect couple? Or will Emily discover that perhaps what she's been looking for has been dancing by her side all along?


4. More Than This

I ignore Niall's question for as long as I can, remaining silent in the cab ride, even when he grabs my hand, which makes me even more confused than I already am.
I feign a smile at him, but that only makes me feel worse.
"I don't know," I finally say.
But I do know. I know that I trust Louis; and he told me what Niall said. I don't want to be Niall's pity choice. And I definitely don't want him to use my affection against me. I just want to be friends.
"I just want to be friends," I say.
His smile drops, and I instantly despise myself for putting that look on his face...again.
"Oh," he says, releasing my hand,
"And that comment earlier was...what?"
"I don't know," I say, wishing he'd give this up. I can't be with him this way; things will get too complicated. They already have.
"Please Niall," his name feels like love on my tongue, " I really need us to be friends."
"Why," he lets out a short sigh.
Because I'm in love with you, I want to say.
"Because, I'd like to be friends with all of you boys. Louis and I are already pretty close-"
"I can see that," he interrupts me, now looking out the window.
"What is your problem," I'm getting angry, "I'm trying to be your friend here. We're going to be on tour for a few months together. I'm sorry for all the awkwardness, I'm sorry that I'm close friends with Louis now, though
I don't understand why that bothers you. But I'm trying to understand why you've been acting so weird around me. Can we please just be friends?"
It means more to be to be friends with him than to discover why he's been acting weird with me, which I'd rather just forget.
He remains quiet, then says something that shocks me.
"I want to be close like you and Louis are."
"Really?" I can't stop smiling.
"Yes, but closer" he smiles just enough that I can't contain myself. I grab his head and pull it close to me and give him a big kiss on the cheek.
When I look out the window, I see we've arrived at the restaurant. Zayn is outside smoking a cigarette.
When we get out of the cab, Niall lifts his arm as if he's about to put it around my shoulders, but then drops it. I smile at him then playfully roll my eyes and grab his hand.
He holds the door open for me, and as I walk in I hear Zayn talking to him.
"I saw what just happened in the cab; Louis won't like that very much."
He obviously doesn't understand my relationship with Louis, but ever since that conversation at the coffee place, I feel like I finally have a friend here in Los Angeles. And Louis only flirts for the dancing.
When we step towards the front desk of the restaurant, the host recognizes Niall right away, and heads us to the table where everyone is waiting. I drop Niall's hand as we walk the long path to the table in the back.
He looks at me questioningly.
"I can't have these girls thinking any more of us."
He sighs, and I don't understand why it makes him so upset, but I ignore it.
When we approach the table, Louis stands, and the others take notice. 
"I have to talk to you," he says to me.
He leads me by the hand a few feet away from our table.
I look around, and notice that every girl in the restaurant is pointing at us and whispering.
"What's the matter," I ask, looking back at him.
"I got a text from Ryan," meaning the tour director, "He saw us in the news. A photographer got photos of us walking with my arm around you. We have a television appearance in a few days; all the girls are supposed to go. He wants us to tell the interviewers that we're dating. He thinks it'll improve our image, because everyone likes a cute love story or whatever."
"Wow," I reply, looking back at Niall, who is talking to Corryn, "Well, I guess I'm your new fake girlfriend then, huh?" I smile at him.
He returns my smile, "Yes ma'am." He gives me a soft kiss on the cheek, and I hear some nearby girls gasp.
"I'm so glad we're friends Louis," I say, "I wouldn't want to be anyone else's fake girlfriend."
When I turn around, I see that some girls are getting autographs from the boys. I laugh softly to myself.
When we get back to the table, Louis pulls my chair out for me and sits next to me.
I ask Harry if they have ordered yet, and he tells me that they ordered a few pizzas.
"Niall will eat one alone," Zayn says, laughing as he continues to sign an autograph. The fan girls giggle nervously, and the rest of just laugh.
"Are these your girlfriends," one girl decides to ask.
"Not yet," Liam looks up from his signing to wink at me.
"Back up dancers," Niall assures them.
"Well, for them at least," Louis says as he puts his arm around my shoulder. I smile and look down. But then I realize I have to make it convincing, so I look up at him and smile. It's not hard to pretend.
The other boys don't say a word, and the girls walk away silently, pulling out their cell phones. One takes a picture of Louis and me.
"Don't look so surprised," Louis tells the boys, concerning the looks of shock on their faces.
"Excuse me," Martina says, as she stands up, "Corryn, Jessie, Jenna, bathroom?"
I don't know what her problem is, but she is obviously hiding something.
When they leave, Liam is the first to speak.
"You guys are dating," he asks in a harsh whisper.
I look at Niall, who shakes his head at me. Then I look at Louis.
"No, no," he tells them, "Ryan texted me; he says some news people saw us together today. He wants a love story for fans to appreciate. Guess we have more chemistry than I thought."
The boys nod their heads in understanding, then start to discuss something else. The pizza arrives soon after that; and the girls return as well.  
I'm very confused about how to feel about my whole situation, about the secrecy of the girls, especially Martina, about Liam's constant flirting, and about the relationships I have between Louis and Niall.
I'm just going to have to take it day by day, I convince myself as Louis grabs us each a piece of pizza. Between bites of pizza, Louis squeezes my knee.
The evening is full of light conversation, and I really enjoy myself and feel like best friends with the boys.
When I get home that evening, I'm exhausted from such an eventful day. The whole day feels like a dream. I scream into my pillow from all the excitement.
I am best friends with One Direction, one of them is my fake boyfriend, one can't stop flirting with me, and another I love so much it hurts.
I lay on my bed with a huge smile on my face, and I cannot love any other thing in the world more than this.
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