Last First Kiss ~Niall Horan Love Story~

I'm Justin Bieber's secret sister. Not a secret anymore though. Justin is taking me on tour with him. That was the moment my life changed forever.


7. Chapter 6.

-Emily's P.O.V.-

Being on the road can be one of the most stressful things. Especially when you're with a bunch of boys, and on top of that two of themare mad at you, for something that wasn't even your fault. But why did it have to be the two that you're more close to?

Here I am, on a moving tour bus, lying down on my face, on the couch. Why? Oh, nothing much just that my brother and Niall are mad at me. It's been three days since I punched that girl.

It actually gives my the giggles, everytime I think about it. Am I being a bad person? No? I didn't think so either.

I don't know what I was going to do with my life--Okay, I'm exagerating. A little. I still remember exactly what happened--which isn't a big surprise, hence it happened three days ago.

Oh god. What is wrong with me? I'm really just exagerating. It's not the end of the world. Siblings are supposed to fight.

But, Justin and I have nver faught. we've always been close. And Niall. Well, who cares right? I mean, he's just a stupid guy, anyway.

Okay, so maybe I care.

I do care if we're fighting. I do want them to talk to me again. Then again, they didn't even let me explain myself. How cruel is that? Maybe, I shouldn't even care.

I didn't actually want to come here. Not entirely. I yelped in pain.

What the--? Someone was crushing my back. "Ugh, get off!"

"Oh. hey there Em. I didn't see you there." Stupid Harry. he finally got off me.

"Harry, what the hell?!" I instantly covered my mouth. I never swore. Well, that wasn't a swear word, exactly. But I never said anything like that. "Sorry." I muttered to him, sitting on the couch. "I'm just"

"Don't beat yourself up. You were just standing up for yourself." He reasurred me. Harry was the only one who actually heard me out, before accusing me. He put an arm around me. I burried my head in his chest.

Mm. He smelled good. I giggled into his chest. "Why are you laughing?" I shook my head. I could feel  his steady breathing, along with the rythm of his heartbeat. I laughed again.

Something about being this close to Harry made me laugh. It's not that it was bad, but just awkward. "Okay, what are you laughing at?" I shook my head, but only laughed louder.

What was wrong with me?

Harry pinned me down on the couch. Okay, this was just getting more awkward by the second. I felt my heartbeat race faster and faster, as he looking directly at me.

He looked down at lips then my eyes.

Oh no.

Was he about to kiss me? I had surely stopped laughing now. Should I let him? But, what if he's really not?

What if I was bad? What am I saying? I didn't want to kiss him! I don't think I wanted my first kiss to be with him.

As he inched closer to me, I had to think fast. "Look, Harry, a Khoala!" I don't even know how that worked. He got distracted, so I could easily escape his garsp.

How that worked, I have no idea. But, I'm glad. I started running to the back of the bus, when my body colided into another. "Sorr-" It was Niall.  I was stuck. I was about to apoligize when he spoke.

"What were  you doing with Harry?" He actually looked like he needed to know, like his life depended on it. No, I'm joking. But, he looked like actually wanted to know.

I was about to tell him a simple 'nothing' which is the almost truth, but then remembered he was mad at me. I weighed my options. Well, if he was still mad at me and only wanted to know this, I wasn't going to tell him anything for him not to speak to me again.

I walked past him, without saying a word.

I really need time for myself

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