*Emma’s Point of View*
I twist my wrist and then drop the strand of hair that was in between the two, hot sides of the straightening iron. I know it is supposed to be used to straighten hair instead of curl it, but I liked the look of the curl when you used a flat iron. I set it down on the counter and look in the mirror. I fix my flowy, blue lace dress. I feel butterflies in my stomach when I hear my phone ring. I answer.
“Hey babe, I’m outside. Are you ready?” Niall asks.
“Yeah, I’ll be right down.” I say, hoping my voice sounded more casual than nervous. Last time I felt like this was when I first met One Direction that night on the beach. It was only about four months ago, but it felt like it had been four years. So many things have changed since then. I mean, back then, I had a huge crush on Liam.
I hang up the phone and put it in my purse. I walk down the stairs and instead of butterflies, I feel a stabbing pain in my stomach. But it wasn’t cramps. Why was I so nervous? It was only Niall!
Maybe it was the fact that we haven’t been on a real date since I-don’t-know-when. Or maybe it was the fact that I felt different, because I knew things were different. I am hoping that, like Tiffany said, this date will help Niall and I reconnect. I swore to myself earlier that if this didn’t work tonight, I would break up with him. Tiffany’s “would you still date him even if he wasn’t part of One Direction” question really got to me. I thought long and hard and knew that I can’t just lead him on. It wasn’t right. Even if ending this hurt both of us, it was for the best, whether we realized it or not.
I locked the door to my apartment behind me. I liked having my own apartment now. It made me feel so grown up. I bought it with entirely my own money. Okay, okay, my parents paid for the furniture but, hey close enough.
I got in Niall’s car. “Hey love.” He says and kisses me on the cheek.
“Hello. So, where are we headed?”
“You’ll see.” He says, smirking.
On the way to wherever we were going, One Thing started playing on the radio. We both glance at each other and laugh. We sing the rest of the way.
Ten minutes later, we pull up in front of BJ’s Restaurant.
I look at him, surprised. “BJ’s?” I raise my eyebrows.
“I remember you told me once that you loved this restaurant when you were little. You went here all the time right?”
I smile and nod. “Oh wow! I can’t believe you remember that!”
“I’m a good listener.” He winks and we both get out of the car. “Did Niall do good?”
“This is great, thanks Niall.” I smile and he grabs my hand.
We sit outside the restaurant on a bench. Dinner went really well, but things still weren’t normal. Or maybe they were, but something wasn't right. I still had the feeling in my stomach. Like the feeling you get when you think you have forgotten something. But that wasn't the case. The dinner didn’t help us reconnect. It was a little awkward at times, and it felt more like we were friends than a couple who have been dating for three months. I knew what I had to do. I didn't know when or where. Should I do it now? No! That would be terrible, he’s my ride home! That would be awkward. And he planned this amazing date, it was so sweet of him. How could I break up with him after that? Why don’t I think this can last? Why can’t I keep trying? What’s holding me back? I was a horrible person and I knew it, but I had to do it, before things get complicated. I open my moth to speak, but Niall is faster.
“I have to tell you something.” Niall says, looking me straight in the eyes. Is he going to break up with me? That would make this all so much easier.
“What is it?”
“I’ve actually been wanting to tell you this for a while now. I just didn’t know the right time. We’ve been around the others so often that I never got the chance. And maybe, I secretly liked that a little, because I didn’t feel pressured to tell you, because I had an excuse.”
I was getting impatient. I didn’t want him carrying this out any longer. It was painful enough. “You can tell me.” I say, looking deep into his blue eyes for what could be the last time.
“I love you.”
I freeze. I don’t think I heard right. Wasn’t he going to break up with me? Wasn’t this night going to end with him driving me home while I would be crying? And then he would give me one final goodbye and maybe a small kiss on the cheek? He looks away sadly, due to the fact that I’m taking so long to reply. I panic.
“I love you too, Niall” He looks back up at me, smiles, and kisses me.
Yep, things just got complicated.
“You did WHAT?!” I hear Tiffany shout through the phone. I was in the bathroom at BJ’s. After I told Niall I loved him and he kissed me, I told him I had to go to the bathroom.
“I told him I loved him too.” I say through gritted teeth.
"You were thinking about breaking up with him, and then seconds later you say you love him?”
“I know, I know. I’m an idiot.” I reply.
“Why did you do this?” Tiffany asked. I can hear the stress in her voice.
“I panicked!” I almost yell.
“So, your way of handling a panic attack is to tell someone you love them?”
“I don’t know what happened. I swear, I was really going to do it! But then he told me he loved me, and I thought of all the thought he had put into tonight, and I didn’t want to hurt him!”
“You’re going to hurt him anyway!” Tiffany cries.
“I know,” I whisper, tears swelling in my eyes. “Tiffany, I’ve been hiding in here long enough, I have to go." I hang up. I blink a few times and make sure that there was no way you could tell I was about to cry.
I leave the restaurant and go to Niall.
“Ready, Emma?” he smiles. Why was he so cute?
“Yeah.” I push a smile on my face. Why did I do this to myself?
We get in the car and he holds my hand all the way home. But, when we drive up my street something isn’t right. At all. And that terrible feeling in my stomach grows ten times bigger.
“What’s going on?” wonders Niall out loud.
There are tons of flashing red sirens all around. It takes a few seconds for my brain to process what my eyes were seeing. Fire trucks, about 3 of them, were in front of my little apartment building.
And I instantly realized why I had the feeling that I had forgotten something in my stomach all night.