Zayn's Little Princess

Sarah Emily Smith was just an ordinary girl. There wasn't anything special about her, well at least that's what he thought. But when One Direction come to the store she worls at, will Zayn see something in her? What kind of adventures will Sarha be sucked into? Read to find out!


23. Chapter Twenty-three

Emma’s Point Of View

I lifted up my shades and opened my eyes to see his piercing blue eyes looking at me, guiltily.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I came to say that I'm really sorry.” He handed me the flowers. “And to ask if you would take me back, if you say no now I’ll leave you alone, forever.”

I sighed. “Louis, I don’t know. I mean I am really pleased that you came all the way to Paris for me but…”

“But what?” he asked

“But It’s gonna take a little more than that to fix what you’ve done.”

“Fine, then come with me,” he held out his hand. “And let me prove to you that I will never do anything like that again.”

I slipped my hand in his and he helped me up. I grabbed my shorts and tank top and slipped them on.

We hopped in his car and he told me to close my eyes and keep them closed. I shut my eyes and we drove for a while. We stopped, he got out and opened the door for me and led me up some flights of stairs.

“Open.” He said.

I flicked open my eyes to see that we were on the top of the Arc de Triomphe.

“What are we doing up here?” I asked

“Just wait…” he answered. He went to the edge and screamed; “I LOVE EMMA OLSON!!!”

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled at him.

“I want the whole world to know that I love Emma Olson!” he answered.

Then a plane flew by, it was spelling out something… finally I could make it out it read this in its clouds:


“I do, I really do, Emma.” He said, now on his knees.

“If I say I love you too will you stop all this?” I asked.

He nodded.

I felt so conflicted. “Then…Yes, I'll take you back.”  I gave in to those sparking blue eyes.

His face lit up. “Really? Oh thank you! I won’t mess up this time, I promise!” he gave me a kiss.

“Good, now can we get down from here and go back to the hotel?”

“Sure” he laughed.

We drove back to the hotel and I headed for the pool, I realised that the other residents had left.

“Hey, you take a dip in the pool?” I asked

“Sure I’ll just go grab my bathing suit and I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He ran back to the elevator.

I sat on the edge of the pool and dipped my feet in. After a few minutes I was surprised by being pushed into the pool from behind. It was Louis. I decided to trick him. I gasped up for air, pretending that I couldn’t swim.

“I can’t swim! I can’t swim!”

“Oh my god! I'm coming for ya Emma!” he dived in.

He grabbed me by the waist and started to pull me to the stairs when I pushed his head under the water. I laughed.

“Hey!” he said, splashing me, and then we ended up having a splash fight in the pool. Good thing no one else was there, because that would have been really embarrassing.

Then the girls came down in their bikinis, surprised at the fact that Louis was here.

“Hey!” said Rachel

“Is Niall here too?” Julia asked

“Yeah and what about Harry?”

“Yeah, they're here. I’ll call them.” He got out of the pool, and called the boys from his cell phone. In about ten minutes Harry and Niall were in the pool with the rest of us. This is the best day ever! I thought. Once it was dark Louis and I ended up on my bed lying down. I was on top of him kissing him with all the passion I could put into a kiss. Don't worry nothing serious happened, we were just kissing – in nothing but our bathing suits. Yeah, nothing serious *sarcasm*.

Rachel's Point Of View

When I found out that Harry had travelled all the way to Paris for me, I couldn’t believe it. I knew Emma was really happy to be back with Louis because I could tell she wasn’t a peppy as she was with him. Once we finished with our pool time, we went up into the girls’ room. All I know about Emma and Julia is that they went into their own rooms with Louis and Niall and shut the door, giggling. In minutes, I was on top of Harry, shirtless. I ran my hands up his bare chest, mostly on his abs. Soon we were only in our underwear, getting drunk, kissing, and watching French TV.

Julia's Point Of View

Once it got dark we all went into the girls’ hotel room. Niall went into my room. We dimmed the lights. We sat there for a while and then we started making out. Soon I was on top of him, making out, running my hands through his dirty blonde hair. Then we turned over and he was on top of me, giving me love bites. I moaned, he had found my sweet spot.

I woke up on top of him, I smiled and gave him a kiss.

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