Whatever Happens

Julia and Emma finally got tickets to the One Direction concert and got to know the band. they got opportunities to be the bend's bffs. her friends join the happiness, and all of them get to star going out with the guys in the band. but the question is, is that a good thing? or a bad thing? this is a book full of life's ups and downs.

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6. Happy Birthday

 

Niall’s P.O.V.

          It was my entire fault that Julia is sick. I should just have her explode from madness. No I shouldn’t! She could have died if I didn’t kiss her! I thought. Julia and I were in Emma’s room because Emma told Julia to be in her (Emma’s) room so I wouldn’t get sick. Now Emma and Julia were sharing a room. Julia and I were alone.

          “I’m so sorry Julia,” I begin to apologise, “It’s my entire fault that you are sick, if I just didn’t kiss you or gone into that room…”

          “It’s cool Niall. You did the right thing, if you didn’t kiss me, I could’ve died. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, I sometimes have this ager issue minutes, if someone doesn’t do something quickly I wouldn’t get out of that room alive,” She said with her perfectness, “Thanks, you’re my superhero.”

          “I still don’t get why you passed out, or got sick.” I explain.

          “I broke down because I had his ridiculously quick mood change, and whenever that happens, I have these side effects, that are, well, fever, headaches, and surprisingly laziness.” Julia explains.

Julia’s P.O.V.

          I’m so lucky I have Niall as my boyfriend I thought, If he wasn’t there I would’ve died.

*weeks later- December 24th*

          It was morning, and Emma, Zayn, Liam, Niall and I were all awake. Except Louis. It was his birthday, I wanted to make him my special pancakes, but they said Niall’s pancakes were better… What the hell? Are you saying my pancakes are not as good as Niall’s… is that a challenge? I thought.

          “Okay then,” I said, “I challenge you, Niall James Horan, to a cook off pancakes!”

          “Just don’t cry when you lose.” He answered me.

          We got our stuff ready for the competion.

Niall’s P.O.V.

*In the making of pancakes*

          What am I forgetting? Eggs, flour… yes my special ingredient! Julia is going down…

Julia’s P.O.V.

          Okay now I just have to start cooking the pancakes, I thought.

          “Pause!” I exclaimed, “Are the looks going to count?”

          “What do you mean?” Asked Emma.

          “I mean like, is the appearance of the pancake going to count points?” I explain.

          “Yes.”

          I got four plates and cooked twenty pancakes, five in each plate. I started with Emma’s plate. I put black frosting all over the top pancake, and as I am really skilled in decorating, I drew the 1D symbol on the top with whipped cream. I move on to Zayn’s plate. I put blue frosting all over the first pancake and started pouring some syrup. I did the same thing for Liam and Harry, the only difference was that Harry’s was orange, and Liam’s was purple.

          I see Niall looking at my work and he throws something at my pancakes, he missed, but I threw a failure pancake at him, and that’s how the food fight started, luckily, I prepared Louis’s pancake and left it in the fridge, in case anything like this happened. Louis comes downstairs to find every one of us all dirty from pancakes and pancake frosting.

          “What’s going on?” He exclaims.

          “Happy Birthday!” We all exclaim back. I get a plate full of pancakes and whipped cream on the sides, on the top it was red with purple letters saying happy birthday. Louis decided to share his pancakes with everyone. The rest of the day was like a blur.

Emma’s P.O.V.

          It is now midnight and we’re celebrating Christmas. Around one o’clock we all went to bed. Louis dragged me to ‘our’ room. As we entered the room he immediately pulled me into a kiss and dragged me onto the bed. His bluish green eyes were shining after the long lasting kiss. He is now over me, but he manages to get me over him. He soon starts trying to get my dress’s zipper open. He’s got it. He puts his shirt on the ground and boom! He’s on his boxers and me in my underwear.


 

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