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


7. Rock Me

Paul takes me further back stage, gives me a warm cup of tea and wraps a blanket around my shoulders.
"So what happened sweetie?" he asks me.
"I-I, was locked in there," I manage to say through shivering and chattering teeth.
"Okay, we'll talk to her more later," Ryan says to Paul, "Right now we have to get her onstage."
"Can you dance Emily?" Paul asks.
"Yes, yes," I say as I stand.
He nods his head, looking a little hesitant.
"I'm okay," I assure him, and start to walk towards the stage.
"Okay, sweetheart," Paul says, "Break a leg."
I walk to the side of the stage, waving my arms to try to catch one of the boys's attention as they read tweets from their fans.
Zayn finally notices me, gives me a nod, then gestures to the other boys that they're ready.
"All right, our next song is one we think you guys will like," Harry says.
"We think you're all pretty beautiful," Louis says.
The crowd screams instantly, and the sound fills the stadium.
Louis has a huge smile on his face. So do the other boys. They're ready.
"We have a special friend we'd like to bring out," Harry says once the crowd dies down.
"You all know her as my girlfriend,"
Louis says.
"But we call her More Than!" Zayn yells excitedly.
The crowd goes crazy again, and I walk onstage with the most confidence I can.
Before my feet hit that center stage, my heart fills with pride, and I know this is it. My time to shine.
The music starts, and I dance my way over to Liam.
I forget everything, all of the awkwardness between me and the boys, and I dance as best I can. I have a ball doing it, and they seem to have fun too. I just dance and let myself feel beautiful like the song says and as flirty as I can be.
When the song ends, the boys thank me to the crowd, and I take a bow and walk offstage.
They have one more song left- Little Things.
The music starts softly, and the boys start singing. 
When it comes to Louis's part, he walks offstage, grabs my hand and pulls me onstage. He sings to me, looking me directly in the eyes and singing like he really means it. He smiles gently when his part is over, and he stares at me for the rest of the song. I just stand there smiling, glued to my spot.
When the song is over, he grabs my waist and pulls me in close to him, then plants a gentle kiss on my lips.
When we release, my smile grows tenfold and I don't know what to do.
The crowd screams louder than ever, and I'm hoping it's because they like us together.
To be honest, I was always a Larry shopper so I don't want to upset any of them.
Finally, since the concert is over, the boys all say their goodbyes and walk offstage.
Louis grabs my hand and leads me away from the group to one of the dressing rooms.
He closes the door behind us and the silence fills the air.
We smile madly at each other, and I'm just lost in his eyes.  Finally, he breaks the silence.
"So how was your first concert babe?"
"It was great."
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in like before, but this time he just hugs me and holds me.
"I really care for you," he whispers.
I pull myself back so I can look into his eyes.
"I care for you too Louis. A lot."
He caresses my face with his one hand, and pulls his arm out of his sling to push a piece of my hair behind my ear. I give him a questioning look, but he just shakes his head. He doesn't care if his arm hurts.
He pulls my face close to his, then kisses me gently. The kiss slowly gets deeper, until our lips are entangled.
My arm moves up underneath his shirt on his back and my other hand grabs a handful of his hair.
We kiss faster and faster, our hands running up and down each other's bodies. Suddenly, he bounces and picks me up, where I wrap my legs around his waist.
He walks slowly over to a nearby couch, where he sits down with me now straddling him.
As we still kiss, I unbutton his shirt slowly and rip it off, throwing it on the floor. I rub my hands all over his chest, scratching it with my fingernails as he grabs my thighs.
He slips his hand under my shirt, and moves slowly up my back where he starts to fiddle with my bra clasp-
Until we hear a door open.
We turn, stunned, to see Harry with one eyebrow raised.
"So it's fake right mate?" he says almost angrily, and I'm not sure who he was referring to.
He walks away quickly, slamming the door behind him.
I jump off Louis and he stands quickly. As he struggles to put his shirt on, I fix my unkempt hair.
I run out of the door with Louis not far behind me, searching for Harry.
"He's my best friend," Louis says.
"Yeah, mine too," I say, trying not to make ourselves too obvious.
We search for him everywhere, and when we come across Paul, he looks confused.
"Do you know where Haz went?" Louis asks.
"He left," Paul says, "He took my car and said he needed to get out of here."
"Oh goodness," I say and Louis and I run out of the stadium.
We see Paul's car pull away, so Louis quickly hails a cab and tells the driver to follow it.
We follow him for a while, and the meter starts to show more money than I have in my bank account.
Finally, Harry stops in front of a bar, where we hop out of the cab as Louis throws a wad of cash at the driver.
Harry gets out of the car, and we both run up to him. When he spots us, he tries to get back into the car, but Louis blocks his path.
"Come on mate," Louis says, "Talk to us."
"I have nothing to say," Harry says.
Louis grabs him by his shirt and drags him away so they can speak privately. I wait patiently for about 20 minutes. Within that time, two guys whistle at me, one drunk man tries to grab me, and one homeless man tries to mug me then give me his number.
I am relieved when I see the two return from their bromance talk and approach me.
Harry grabs my hand and leads me away from Louis to talk to me alone.
Louis heads into the bar.
"Listen Em, I'm sorry for getting upset."
"It's okay Harry, we should have told you."
"That's not why I was upset," he says nervously.
I look at him confusedly, "Then why?"
"I know you're with Louis. And I know you couldn't choose between Niall and Liam and whatever. And I know that was really hard for you and I guess you've chosen now and I don't want to make it harder but-"
"Harry, what are you saying?"
He grabs my hand, "I'm saying that I'm in love with you."
My jaw drops about 10 feet, and I stare at him blankly.
I pull my hand back gently and fiddle with my fingers, unsure of how to react.
"I got you good too! You were so scared like 'Not again!'"
I punch him in the arm as hard as I can, but it doesn't affect him as he laughs hysterically.
"I hate you Harry Styles!"
"No you don't, you love me!"
"Yeah, yeah, let's go get Louis."
We go inside the bar, and the sight before me is the second shocker of the evening.
Sitting beside Louis at the bar is Eleanor, with her arm wrapped across Louis's shoulder. Their faces are close and they are both smiling.
I bite hard on my upper lip, turn on my heels, and stomp out the door.
Harry follows me down the street and grabs my arm to stop me from getting too far.
"Let's take Paul's  car," he says to me, "We need to get to our hotel."
Harry drives me to our hotel, and I slowly let tears fall down my face but don't make any sound so Harry won't notice.
When we pull up in front of the hotel, I start to get out, but Harry stops me.
"Don't cry Em," he says.
"How did you know?"
"I'm your best friend," he says.
I let out a small giggle.
"You okay love?"
"No," I squeak out, and begin crying hysterically.
He grabs the back of my head and pulls me in close to him. He holds me tight and let's me cry for a few minutes.
Then he lifts my face up to look at him.
"Hey, at least you have me right?"
I laugh a little then roll my eyes, "You sure know how to rock me Harry Styles."
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