Kiss and Tell

Emily just thought she was going to your average One Direction concert.
Emily just thought wrong.

Emily's 18, and when she and her best friend Jenny turn up to a 1D concert to find it's cancelled, they aren't pleased. All too fast, they're sharing a hotel with the boys, and Jenny's changed. Drastically. They discover parites, clubs, drugs and fame. Jenny's going off the rails, hitting headlines for the wrong reasons, though she's not the only one making mistakes. Emily gets pregnant, oblivious to who the father is. Let's just remember not all stories have a happy ending, and where there's love, there's drugs, and where there's drugs, there's guns..

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2. The Car

Niall runs his hand along the roof of the car. It's an Audi R8, and from my 1D knowledge, I'm pretty sure it's Harry's. I slip into the passenger seat as he gets into the driver seat. I try and control my breathing and check my reflection in the mirror. Oh god. I look like a tomato. I pat my cheeks, desperate for them to turn pale. But my heart races when Niall rolls up his sleeves, forearms exposed. He checks my face. "You okay?" He asks smirking. I try and say something, but I'm too overwhelmed.

"I-uh.." My face turns yet even more red. A little giggle errupts from my mouth and I clasp my hands over my lips. Shit!! My eyes creep over to Niall who is in fits of silent laughter as he attempts to click the keys into place. When they're in, he revs the engine, then says, "By the way, I don't have a drivers license."

I should get out the car. But I don't. I want this to last forever. I want to rest my hand on top of his as he flexes it over the gearstick, even if I end up dead from his awful driving. As the car lurches forward suddenly all those feelings disappear and I leap out of the car.

"Niall, I don't trust you!" I blurt. He chuckles, and grabs my hand, pulling me back in and doesn't bother to let go once I'm back inside. Everything looks so expensive in here, and smells as if it was just bought yesterday. The first 30 seconds of the drive is silent. His attempt at driving is adorably cute. "I'm dreaming," I decide. "I'm not actually in a car with Niall Horan. I just fell asleep at the concert and I'm dreaming I'm in a car with Niall" Seems legit. Niall smirks.

"Sorry sunshine, 'fraid it's all real," he laughs. Then I realise we're at my road.

"Oh, I just live here," I point out. He carries on driving. "Nonono, you missed it, back there."

"We're not going to your house," he says. I turn to face him in horror.

"What?!" I burst.

"Calm...we're going to the hotel."

I don't say anything. My lips parted with shock, I just stare ahead as the road home slips away underneath the tires. Then I remember. Jenny. Crap.

"Oh my god, Jenny! Niall we have to go back!" I cry. He looks at me.

"Why?" He says, one hand resting on the wheel.

"My friend, I forgot about her. She's still there."

"Call her," he says. "Get one of the boys to take her home."

She'd love that. I nod, and flick out my phone and diall Jenny's number. I'm relieved when she picks up.

"EMILY?! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" She belts. My ear crackles.

"Okay, whether you believe me or not, I'm in the car with Niall," I say at last. Niall's chirp breaks the silence.

"Hi Jenny!" He smiles.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" she screams. "YOU'RE IN A FREAKING CAR WITH NIALL HORAN!!"

I smirk. "Yeah..it's nothing." Niall laughs and I elbow him, which makes the car swerve, and a couple of angry drivers peeping their horns. Niall takes the phone from me, and holds it between his shoulder and ear.

"Hi Jenny, it's Niall, you hear me? Okay, go round to the back and find Harry. He'll take you home. How will they know I sent you? Uhh....ask Harry if he's still hungover from the mini party we had in our hotel room last night...." He carries on chatting, but I can't hear the rest of what he's saying. I'm in shock. It's not that Harry and Zayn have "lost their voices" or that they have "family problems" at all. They're hungover. I snatch the phone from him, and hang up. "Oi!" he protests.

"Niall, you've cancelled a show because you're drunk?!" I ask. Although it's more of a statement.

"Hungover," he corrects. I growl.

"Oh my god you idiot! Careless idiot!" But I don't mean it, because I realise I'm laughing. We pull over beside an expensive looking hotel, and I unclick my seatbelt.

"Hey," Niall says, and I look up. "What's your name?"

"Emily," I smile. He undoes his seatbelt and leans over and presses his lips to mine. Only for a split second, our lips are together. It's perfect. Warmth spreads through my body, and a squeal escapes from my lips. "Oh my god!" I say, slapping my hand over my mouth. I'm such a freak.

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