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..


5. The Interview

I sit on my bed, legs crossed, giggling sheepishly.

"Awh c'mon, Emily, just tell me," Jenny groans, throwing her head back. My cheeks flush. I raise my eyebrows, leading her on. She sighs and sprawls across her own bed.

"Fine," she says. "If you don't want to tell me-"
"Zayn kissed me."

There. I said it. I feel my face burn. Jen's jaw is almost on the floor.

"He what?!" she cries, excitement fizzing from her long messy crimson hair.

"Zayn friggin kissed me!!" I squeal, falling onto my tummy and screaming into the covers with joy.

"A proper kiss? Like with tongues and that?" She says, her eyebrows raising so far up they might fall off her head completely. I nod and squeal again.

"Holy shit Emily!"

"I know, but, when I was in the car with Niall..." I start, memories of our little kiss popping back to mind. "Awwh man, I'm such a snake."


"I kissed Niall too."




A slut.

Kissing a different boy every day.

"EMILY!!" Jen says, hitting the back of my head playfully. "Jeez, I would kill to be in your shoes."

I roll my eyes, and look at Jen. Why would she want to be in my shoes?! She's like the prettiest thing on the planet. Effortlessly sexy long crimson hair that alomst reaches her curvy waist, big cyan blue eyes, kissable lips, and such a tan.

And yet she wants to be in my shoes. Well, this is Jenny we're talking about. Crazy, mental Jenny.


The boys invited us along to their interview with TeenNow, which we're both ecstatic about. We're ushered into an expensive looking building, a body gaurd tailing close behind. Jenny keeps flashing me excited glances and I do the same back. After going through like fifty lifts, we come to a small, cluttered office, a women (barely passing as twenty) beams and stands up, stretching out a hand to shake, knocking over a desk lamp.

"Oops, silly me," she giggles nervously, bending to pick it up. The boys sit on chairs that have been set up, but there's only five, so me and Jen stand. When the young journalist takes her seat back, she shoves a pair of glasses up her nose and does a double take when she sees me and Jen. I wave pathetically, and Jen does a pretty smile that would fit the magazine cover perfectly. Finally, after a long silence, the journalist speaks. "Hi."




Zayn sinks further into his chair and raises two fingers to his forehead and gives a brief nod. He catches me staring and I blush. He smiles, which makes me blush even more. Then he winks, and I just about pee myself.

"Oh crap, where are the toilets?" I blurt, my legs twisting round each other. The journalist opens her mouth to speak, but closes it again. She swallows hard. "Just down the corridor to your right," she whispers, kind of shocked. I nod, and hurry out the room, shutting the door too loud behind me. I bite my lip and kind of pray the ground would just swallow me up. When I get to the toilets, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Oh damn. My mascara's smudged under my eye. Embarassment just about eats me alive, and I wet my finger and wipe it away, making my foundation run a little. I sigh and rub my temples. Everything will be okay, I lie to myself.


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