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Emily, the 17 year old directioner, from London. Who like most of the population of teenagers all over the world dreams of marrying him, her dreams get lost, is it really close to happening? No. This mystery man would give her feelings that no one else could give her, love, lost, and hatred. Would never seeing him, or thinking about him again going to help. surely not. Well, you could say that this story, these events would leave you wanting, wondering, maybe even crying.


2. I don't feel very well

It was a Saturday afternoon. Like all Saturday's I wore my joggers and a polo shirt to just chill, with my chicken and mushroom pot noodle. I dived into it, dangling a piece of noodle, with sweetcorn on it, off my fork. I felt sick. What was happening to me? I felt really ill.Would it be that the boys were in the next room? *I can't stand this* I though *I have to go to Chloe's house, I can't be in the same place as them*.

I made my way to my room. I felt a cold flush on me, as I took off my polo. I decided to lock the door. I took my trousers off and folded the clothes up. I looked through my wardrobe. Nope. Nope. Nope. They was nothing to wear. I decided to just put on my top shop jeans and my 'The Rolling Stones' shirt on. I took out my bobble and shook my hair around, my wavy brown hair was dangling. As I combed through it I heard a Irish accent. "SO YOU SAY THE BATHROOM IS THIS WAY?......YEAH, OH I'LL TELL HER!" I heard. Tell who? Was he going to speak to me? And the bathroom is right near my bedroom. Oh dear god. I combed through my hair as quickly as possible and grabbed my bag. "Emily.." Damn it. "Emily..Your needed downstairs, your mother wants you a sec, It wont take long!" Niall sweetly said. Not sweetly, perfectly. The corners of his lips vibrating on my door. I felt weak "KAY!" I quickly said. I talked to him, the first word that came out of my mouth for hours. "You have a very nice voice" I heard followed by a slam of the door. Now he was in a different room I could run down the stairs and go see my Mum. 

"Emily...Do you want Chicken tonight or something with the boys..They want to go to Nandos? yeah..well your fathers taking them". I still felt ill.I couldn't even think of food at the moment. "I'll have chicken with you" I murmured. Then I walked off with my bag. I slammed the front door shut and started to walk to Chloe's house. I felt ill, even more now. It was freezing cold and I felt as if I'd be sick. But I carried on anyway and decided to just go with it. I looked back. And from the front of the house I could see my fathers 'work station' where he gets all of the people he's working on to come in and he practices in there. I got out my iPhone and started to text Chloe. I knew she'd understand the situation. The only one who knows how I feel.  

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