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..


9. The Newspaper


My fingers brush along the racks of expensive clothes, and I breathe in the thick smell of Chanel perfume. I could get used to this. Louis pops his head over my shoulder.

"Found anything you like yet?" He ponders, gracefully retrieving a teal strapples top from a rack above my head. He holds it up against my body. "Oh. Em. Jee. Emz, baby, this is soo you."

You could easily mistake Louis for a girl if he didn't look so....boyish.

I smile, flicking blonde strands from my shoulder. It does look amazing. I pull up the material to check for a price.

"I love it," I say. "Holy shit, maybe not!"

"What?!" Louis says, eyebrows flicking up.

"Two hundred and thirty nine pounds!"

Louis laughs. "Awh, babes, that's nothing!" He takes the top and sweeps over to the counter, jeans, chinos and tops hanging over his arms and shoulders. I chase after him.

"Louis, don't you dare pay for that top!" I scowl.

He laughs, flicking his card into the slot dialing in the numbers.

The whole bill adds up to £695.87. Woah.


When I get back, Jenny's in our room, wiping her tear-stained cheeks.


"Piss off, Emily."

"No, this is my room too." I walk over and touch her forearm gently. "Please talk to me..."

She spins round to face me, her eyes red and glassy, tears hanging off her lashes.

"Zayn friggin ditched me. He's off with Miss FranSluttycesca," She spits.

"Francesca? Oh, Jenny, I'm sorry," I whisper. She collapses into my arms, the tears rushing out like a held back waterfall.

"That self-centred bitch!"

I pat her back awkwardly.

"Um, yeah, ..., ."

"Thanks for being here, Emily."

"No problem," I say through clenched teeth. I'm not forgiving her.

"I never want to see Zayn again. He's ruined my life."

"That's a bit-"
"He said he loved me!!"

There's a knock at the door. Jenny pulls away and throws herself onto her bed, covers over her head.

"Is it Zayn?"

I sigh, and pull the door open. It's Niall.

"Hey," he says, itching the back of his neck. "Wanna go for a little walk?"

"Gladly," I say, relieved to get away from Jen. I pull off my hoodie, wearing the teal strapless top Louis bought me. I slip my hand in his and jerk the door shut. Finally. Niall looks me in the eye and doesn't move.

"God, you're beautiful." He leans in and kisses me, first gently, but then all full on, and slightly slug like. I eventually pull away and resist the temptation to wipe my mouth. "I love you Emily." He blushes. "Geez, this is crazy."

"No, it's not. I love you too Niall." We both flush.

We kiss again, then head down for the park. Where we kiss. A lot. Drink smoothies. And kiss again. I get those kind of weird butterflies in my stomach. It makes me feel sick and excited. In love. That's the word. I'm crazy in love.

"I swear, I'm gonna marry you someday," Niall smirks, the sun embracing his silhouetted figure.

"You wish," I say, playfully shoving him.


I'm surprised I fell asleep after last night. The rush of it all. But here I am, fully rested and wide awake, longing to feel Niall back in my arms. I kick my legs out of bed, and still in my onesie, I pop out to the reception. I yawn and lean over the counter.
"Can I get a paper, please?" The receptionist flicks a grey newspaper into my fingers, her lips pursued..

"20p added to the bill for...?"

"Mr Horan," I smile, and skip off back to the room, feeling giddy. Maybe oneday it'll be Mrs Horan, too.

It's only when I get back into bed that I notice the cover.


I blush. I'm on a newspaper cover!!

I read the article.

"We talk to Niall Horan about his latest relationship, one of which includes a fan. 'I took her home from a concert and we clicked. We've done our best to keep our relationship secret till now'. Niall dishes about their relationship. 'She's hot. And an amazing kisser.'" I go weak at the knees at that point. " 'I think I've found the one!' ". My heart soars, and I have a huge grin spread across my face. Then I see the picture. And I break into a thunderous rage.

It's not me Niall is kissing in the shot.

It's Jenny.

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