Choosing One Direction

Emily, the dancer for One Direction's upcoming tour, has finally made her choice of which guy she wants to be with. As the group starts their tour, all seems well, until scandal arises again. Emily thought the drama was behind her- but what if she was wrong? What if choosing one direction may be harder than she thought?

Sequel to More Than One Direction


8. Change My Mind

When we get inside the hotel after I stop crying, I find all my stuff that I left at the concert hall is waiting in the lobby, along with Paul.
"Hey Emily, are you okay?"
He can tell I've been crying. Harry shakes his head at him, and Paul nods his head in understanding.
"Well I'll show you up to your room," he says.
"No, let me," Harry says, reaching his hand out for the room key while exchanging it with Paul's car keys.
I start to grab my stuff from Paul, but Harry takes it from me.
"No, Em, I got it."
I'm too upset to argue with him, so I follow him to the elevator, then down the halls until we reach my room.
"Is the room just mine?"
"Yeah," Harry says as he opens the door, "But I'll stay a little while with you."
"Harry, you don't have to-"
"Em, stop. I'm your best friend."
I smile at him as I help him put all my stuff down in the living area of my room.
I tell him that I need to shower, and he helps me get my pajamas and toiletries out of my suitcase and set them up in the bathroom.
When I'm finished with my shower, I dress, comb my hair and brush my teeth. When I leave the bathroom, I expect him to be gone, but he is still sitting on the couch where I left him.
"You ready for bed?"
I nod my head and walk to my bedroom. I pull back the covers on my bed and lay down.
Before I know it, I feel a warm body pressed against mine and I realize Harry is spooning with me.
"No one deserves to sleep alone," he whispers in my ear.
I breathe deeply.
"Thank you Harry. You're the best," I say as I yawn.
"Anytime love," he says, kissing my head.
I drift off to sleep.
When I wake up, Harry is gone, and replaced with a note.

More Than,

Meet me downstairs.


I get dressed, and find my way downstairs, where Harry is waiting in the lobby drinking a cup of coffee.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Good," I reply.
He nods his head, then asks me to follow him.
He walks to breakfast room, where I can hear a few girls screaming.
When we walk in, the screams increase, and I see Liam, Niall, and Zayn all signing autographs.
As Harry walks toward the crowd, I grab myself a cup of orange juice and a yogurt. As I look for a spoon, I feel a presence behind me, and turn to see Niall standing there.
"How-how are you?" he asks with a smile.
His innocence pains me, so I'm forced to smile at him. I feel so guilty about lying to him when all he's done is care about me.
"I've been better Nialler," I tell him.
His face lights up at the sound of his nickname, but when he realizes what my sentence means, his smile drops.
"What's the matter?"
Realizing I can't tell him about Louis and me, I lie.
"Just stressed about the tour is all."
"Don't be! You did amazing last night."
"Thanks Niall. Now go tend to your adoring fans."
"I have my own adoring to do."
I roll my eyes at his corniness. When I finally get my spoon, I find my own table separate from the boys.
When I'm almost finished with my yogurt and juice, I notice the last member of One Direction enter the room.
He has bags under his eyes and looks like a wreck.
When he sees me, he starts to walk towards me, but I push past him and enter the empty lobby, walking towards the elevator. Before I get there, I feel a hand grab my arm from behind me.
"What?" I ask as I turn around to face Louis.
"Where did you go last night? I was worried sick."
"I left with Harry."
"Why? You took the car and I had to take a cab home."
"Why didn't you just get a ride from Eleanor?"
"Is that what this is about?"
I roll my eyes and push the elevator button.
As I wait there, he continues to talk to me.
"Em, nothing happened. We were just talking."
"Em, talk to me."
"Babe, please. I swear."
Finally the elevator arrives, and I try to hop in quickly and close the doors but he gets in with me.
He follows me upstairs and to my room, but I'm able to get in my room and slam the door in his face.
I pack my stuff quickly. When I'm finished, I look out the peephole. Louis is gone.
I leave my room, rush to the elevator, then when I get downstairs, run through the lobby.
I bump right into someone, dropping my stuff and falling on the ground. I look up to see Liam. He helps me up.
"Where are you going?"
"Home," I tell him picking up my stuff and trying to walk past him to get to the door.
He blocks my way, shaking his head.
"No you aren't," he says, grabbing my hand and leading me to a nearby couch.
I sit down and he sits beside me.
He turns to me and looks me in the eyes.
"Listen Em. It's probably been hard for you."
I result directly to lying to get the conversation over with.
"Yeah, performing was kind of scary."
"Come on, Em, I'm not stupid."
Oh goodness, he knows. How does he know? He's not supposed to know. I didn't want to hurt him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I mean, you've been trying to not pick between us. And I don't want to make it harder but your emotions are probably going crazy right now. Just know I'm not trying to chase you or anything. I'm just gonna let you be."
I give him a soft smile.
"Thanks Liam."
He locks eyes with me.
"But you can't leave Emily. Please."
His words are honest and his eyes are sincere and I can't resist.
I've gotten too far to give up now.
"Okay Liam," I say as a smile spreads from ear to ear on his face.
"Okay," he says as he stands, "Well now you're stuff's all packed. We have a plane to catch."
I smile at him before he leaves to go get his own stuff.
Not long after, Harry appears at my side. His stuff is all packed beside him.
"You okay?"
"What do you think?"
He sits down.
"I think you're in love with Louis."
I scoff.
"Oh, is that what you think?"
"And I think he loves you too."
"Yeah well he sure has a funny way of showing it."
"Oh was singing a romantic love song and kissing you in front of thousands of people not enough for you?"
He's trying to be funny.
"You know what I mean Harry."
"Maybe you should talk to him."
"And what am I going to say Haz? Thank you so much Louis for going behind my back to see your ex-girlfriend. No, it's fine. You weren't like an inch from kissing her or anything. Who knows what could've happened after we left the bar Harry?"
"Is that why you're upset with me?" I hear a voice say from behind us.
Harry and I turn to see Louis standing behind the couch with his bags packed.
"I'm going to go get the boys," Harry says as he stands and walks away.
"Emily, is that why you're so upset? You think something happened with me and Eleanor?"
I don't answer him, and I try to hold my tears in but a single drop slides down my face.
He catches it with his finger.
"Emily, listen to me."
He grabs my chin softly and turns my face towards him.
"Nothing happened, I swear. She just came up to me and started talking to me. I haven't seen her since that party where you fell in the pool."
"I didn't fall Louis. Someone pushed me. And I think she was involved."
"Louis, I've been getting messages from Martina. I think she's the one that pushed me in the pool. And I think she locked me in the freezer."
"What? That's impossible."
"And I think Eleanor's involved."
"Come on Em, don't make stuff up."
"I'm not. Martina almost ruined my career with all that Niall-at-the-airport stuff. She's been jealous of me this whole time. And she wants to hurt me."
"But how did Eleanor-"
"Wouldn't she have reason to dislike me too? As far as she knew, we were together. And she was with Martina at that party."
"This is-"
"Crazy, I know. But I don't know what else to do."
"You're wrong."
"Eleanor wouldn't do this. Our break up was mutual; it was civil."
I stare at him, shocked.
"She's just not that type of person."
"Oh, and I'm just a liar?"
"No, but you're making all these assumptions."
"I can't believe you. I can't believe you don't believe me."
He just shakes his head, trying to take it all in.
"You know, maybe I chose wrong."
I stand and walk away from him. Harry is nearby with the rest of the boys. I hug him tightly.
"I think we're over Harry."
"It's okay Em," he whispers as he strokes my hair.
We get to the airport soon after, and arrive at the concert hall just in time for some quick warm ups.
The concert goes a lot smoother than the night before, and after all the numbers except for Little Things, Niall makes an unexpected announcement.
"Okay, I have something I'd like to play for you guys."
The boys look at him oddly, as he brings out his guitar.
"I want to play this song. I wrote it about someone I really care about. I want them to know how I feel, so I hope that if they're listening, they're listening closely."
He sits down, guitar in lap.
He sings.

"I'm holding back the tears with hope left in me that you'll make all the doubt go away. That you'll tell me everything's okay and you really do want me to stay.
I didn't want to be the storm, I thought I would catch the rain. But now the tears fall from above and all they bring is pain. I tried to stop my screaming- the thunder that you hate. I didn't want to be the storm, but now it's much too late."

Niall sings the second half of the song, and when it comes to the last line, slow tears fall down his face.

"So put my words in a bottle, and send it out to sea. Maybe one day they'll return, maybe then I'll learn, what they mean."

He lays his guitar down and pretends to itch his cheeks as he wipes the tears dry.
"Thanks everyone."
The crowd goes wild with applause, but before it dies down, the boys announce Little Things and conclude the show.
When they are finished singing, I stop watching and head backstage for a drink. I sit in one of the dressing rooms alone for a while, until I hear someone walk in.
"Hey," he says to me through a forced smile.
He sits down in a chair across from me.
"So did you hear it?"
"Yes. Yes I did Niall."
"And what did you think?"
"It's a great song."
He smiles at me then looks down, breaking our eye contact.
"It really hurts."
I sigh.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to guilt you or anything. I just- I don't know."
"It's a beautiful song."
"Written about a beautiful girl."
"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to say Em."
"Tell me the truth."
"Truth about what?"
"What does it all mean?"
"It means I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything that's happened and for making it so hard. I'm sorry I waited too long to go after you. And I regret waiting, but there's nothing I can do about it now except apologize and hope you'll forgive me and..." his voice drifts off.
"And maybe one day you'll give me a second chance."
I nod my head.
Maybe that's what I need with Louis. Maybe that's what I need with Liam.
Maybe that's what I need with Niall.
Especially Niall.
His song is a song about forgiveness. About letting go of the pain and accepting the love.
It's the kind of song that could make me change my mind.

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