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


9. I Would

When I look up, Niall is piercing me with his eyes.
"What?" I ask him.
"You're just really beautiful."
"Yeah, thanks."
"I'm serious. This wouldn't be so hard if you weren't so damn beautiful."
"I'm sorry Niall," I say, standing.
"Why are you sorry? Where are you going?"
"I need to clear my mind," I say as I walk out.
Walking towards one of the other dressing rooms, I bump into Louis.
"Hey," he says, blocking my path, "You did great tonight."
I try to avoid smiling, "Thanks."
"Can we talk?"
I look down at my fingernails, pretending to be uninterested.
I follow him as he walks towards the empty dressing room and close the door.
He sits down on the couch and I sit beside him. He grabs my hands in his own.
"Listen Em, I'm sorry I didn't believe you before. And I've been thinking about it. I have no reason not to believe you. I should've believed
you and I should've been more supportive. Niall's song got me thinking- I don't want to end up like him. He didn't hold on to you while he had you and now he regrets it. I just want to hold on to you for as long as I possibly can. I'm sorry Emily."
I wipe the single tear budding at my eye and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me.
"I forgive you. And I'm sorry for being so cruel."
"You had every right to be. But I'm not going to make the same mistake twice. I'm gonna do whatever I can to keep you. It's not everyday you find someone you love this much."
"What?" I stare at him, shocked.
"Uh, I just said, uhm..."
"You-you love me?"
He nods his head.
I rub my eyes. I can't say it back. I'm too unsure.
"It's okay if you don't feel the same. I wasn't planning on telling you anyway."
"Yeah, Louis, I'm not ready yet. I'm sorry."
"That's okay," he gives me a warm smile, "I'm just glad we made up love."
He kisses me softly, then pulls back to smile at me.
I lean forward again, kissing him as he leans back onto the couch. I crawl on top of him, straddling him while kissing him deeply. I unbutton his shirt slowly and rub my hands on his chest. He grabs my waist, then moves his hands so they're on my butt. I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head to the side so his neck is exposed. I start at his collarbone and move my lips and tongue slowly up until his jawline. He lets out a slight moan, so I lean in to kiss his lips, but pull away as a tease. He pushes me gently off of him and lays on top of me now, kissing me passionately.
I pull my lips away briefly, "Did we lock the door?"
"No need," an Irish voice says from the doorway.
I push Louis off quickly to see an empty doorway. I adjust myself then race out the door, leaving Louis behind me. I look all around. He's gone.
I try to find anyone to ask where he went, but I can't find anyone.
I rush outside where Zayn is smoking a cigarette.
"Have you seen Niall?" I ask him.
"No mate, I haven't."
I run back inside and search everywhere backstage, until I hear soft string sounds bouncing off the walls.
I go out to the stage, where a blonde boy sits playing sadly on his guitar.
I walk slowly towards him, and when I finally reach his side, he stops playing.
"When?"he asks.
"When wha-"
"When did you guys get together?"
"After our first interview..."
"After you told us you weren't picking?"
"Yeah, I-"
"So you lied to us?"
"No, I-"
"I'm so stupid."
"No you aren't Ni-"
"How could I not see it?"
"Niall, I-"
"You two had the chemistry."
"But Niall, I-"
"I should've seen it."
"Niall stop!"
"Why? Why should I stop?"
"Because I-"
"I poured my heart out to you! I told you how much I love you, how much I need you!"
"I know Niall, but-"
"I was right. I was right all along. Love doesn't exist."
"Yes it does Niall."
"Because when I kissed Louis, I could feel it. And someday you'll feel it too."
"I've already felt it! With you! It's always been you! You're the only one I want and you're the only one I've ever wanted! Why can't you see that?"
"I know Niall, but when he and I kissed it just felt right."
"What about when we kissed?"
He's crying now. "Remember when we kissed?"
"That was a long time ago. I-"
He cuts me off again, this time pressing his lips against mine in a deep kiss. Before I can comprehend what's happened, he pulls away.
His eyes look at me hopefully. He searches my eyes for some sort of response, but I am so shocked I have nothing to offer.
He cries harder, rubbing his face with his hands and running them through his hair.
He turns to me as if he's about to say something, then turns and walks away.
I turn and walk in the opposite direction, and when I reach the side of the stage I see Liam standing there.
"Guess you're with Louis, huh?"
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then open them and face him.
"Well, that's that then."
He turns and walks away.
Just then, my phone buzzes. A text.

Martina: Awh, poor you with no more guys chasing you. At least you have your precious Louis, but not for long.

I consider showing Louis the message, but I know he would want to know the whole story, and I'm not ready to tell him that. Besides, it's not like there's anything she can do that can break us apart.

We leave the concert hall soon after and arrive at the airport just in time for our flight. When we land, we arrive at another hotel, where Paul has arranged a small party for all the cast and crew of the tour.
After I dress in my own room,
I go to the party. The music is loud and there are a lot of people drinking and eating. I see Louis and Harry already occupying a couch.
Before they spot me, I yell "Geronimo!" and run and jump on top of them, squeezing myself in between them. When I'm all cozied in, I plant a kiss on each of their cheeks.
"Babyyyy," I whine.
"Yes?" they both answer in unison.
I laugh.
"Would one of you mind getting me a drink?"
"I'll do it," Louis says as he stands, "I'm the boyfriend."
I turn to Harry.
"So Niall and Liam know."
"Yup, they know."
"Same way you found out."
"You should really learn to lock a door!"
"Yeah, well now we have no one to hide from."
"Does Louis know they know?"
"Nope, he doesn't know."
"Do they know that Louis doesn't know they know?"
"All right, enough Haz. I just don't know what to do."
"Do about what?" Louis says as he plants down next to me and hands me my soda.
"About her fetish for curly haired guys," Harry says.
"Oh, really?" Louis raises an eyebrow at me.
"Yup, I can't get enough of them."
He laughs, then puts his arm around me and kisses my head.
"Whoa, PDA Mr. Tomlinson?" I ask.
"Hey, Liam and Niall aren't here, I have nothing to hide."
"They aren't?" I ask.
"Nope, so I can kiss you all I want."
I smile up at him.
"Then kiss away."
He leans in and gives me a sweet, soft kiss. I melt.
We stare into each other's eyes and smile for what feels like forever.
"All right love birds," Harry says.
After about an hour of laughing and eating, I get pretty exhausted and decide to leave.
Louis and Harry say goodnight as I go, and I go up to my room and prepare myself for bed. When I'm just about to hop into bed, I hear a knock at my door. I open it to see Louis's smiling, scruffy face as he's in his pajamas.
"Need a cuddle buddy?"
"Yes!" I say excitedly and wrap my arms around him and hug him.
He releases me and kisses me like four times, before grabbing my hand, closing the door, and running into bed with me. We throw ourselves onto the bed, crawl under the covers, and cuddle up to each other.
"Goodnight darling," he whispers to me before kissing me.
"Goodnight," I whisper when our lips part.
I fall asleep in his arms.

When I wake up, I check my phone immediately to see two picture messages.
The first is of my passionate kiss with Liam on the elevator. The one that I only admitted to as a kiss, not a make out session.
The second is of Harry and I sitting in Paul's car the night I was crying. Harry has me pulled in tight because I was so upset, but the picture makes it look like we're kissing.
Who would send these?

Then I receive a regular text.

Martina: we have full surveillance footage of that elevator kiss. And all the camera angles make you and Harry look pretty cozy.

What do you want?

I text back.

Martina: I want you to kiss Niall by the end of the day tomorrow.

And if I don't?

I text again.

Martina: that video and those pictures get out everywhere. Do you really want to mess with your precious Louis's career? Tell him, and we'll release them all anyway.
I would do it if I were you.
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