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..


6. The Present

Harry swings open the door of his R8, and I jump in the back beside Niall.

"Sure you don't need the toilet first?" he teases. I sigh.

"I'm sorry but Zayn-" I stop. I can't tell him about Zayn. "It was just that time of month."

Oh crap. I slap my forehead. Now I've just told superstar Niall I'm on my period. FML. My cheeks burn up, and Harry revs the engine before starting the car.

"I will never understand girls," Niall confirms, his arm brushing against my own. My eyes flicker as I catch my breath. He places his hand on my kneecap and I look into his eyes. He looks back into mine. This goes on for about five minutes, then he leans in and kisses me. And not just for a split second this time, oh, no. This one lasts for a great deal of a time. Okay, it's not the most romantic kiss ever, If I'm honest, it does feel like his tongue is a slug worming around in my mouth, but I try to make the most of it. Even though Zayn's the better kisser (by far), I feel a really big click with Niall. He doesn't pull away, and I start to feel kind of awkward. My eyes are open. Is that wrong? I'm sorry, but I'm no kissing expert. His are shut. His tongue slips further into my mouth and I feel sick travel up my throat and quickly pull away. The next thing I know, there is my puke all over Harry's million-dollar car, and an international superstar's lap.


"You did what?!" Jenny cries, throwing her head into her hands. "Emily, you actual retard!"

"I know, I'm sorry Jen-"

"This could ruin everyyytthhiinnggg, the guys will just send us home like now after this, you'll be in debt after trying to pay the price for a new car for a super trillionare. Emillllyyyy whyyyy?" Her face screws up and she groans.

"Jen, I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?! Sorry?! We were just about to have a little vacation with One Di-freaking-Rection, and you friggin ruined it all!"

I burst into tears. I can't help it. But it's relieving. It feels like I've been waiting to cry for a long time.

"God-damn-it. I'm such a mean bitch," Jenny says, slapping her forehead. She hugs me super tight.

"No you're not," I muffle, sniffing, "You're right, I'm sorry."
She smiles sympathetically. But it bugs me how I have to be in tears for her to be nice to me.

"Okay," she replies, flipping a pink tissue from her pocket. "Here, you can at least look presentable for the last time we see the boys."

She giggles, and I sure damn hope she's kidding. My jaw twists a little and I force a smile, leaving for the mirror.


Once I'm looking more "presentable", we wait by the hotel bar for the boys to meet up to break some news. We already know what it is, thanks to my little outburst. I realise I'm biting my nails, the first signal of nerves, so I quickly stop. I don't want this to be worse than it already is. I still feel the sick lingering in my throat, and gag. I sort myself out when I see Liam heading in waving. He slumps onto the bar stool next to us.

"Hi, Liam," Jenny says casually. "Sorry 'bout today." She points at me, trying to be discreet, but failing miserably. I crunch my teeth together.

"Oh yes of course, I completely forgot! Emily, are you okay? Oh god, poor you, don't worry, Harry won't care, it's not the first time there's been puke in his car..." his face signals he might have something to do with that. Jenny's face, on the other hand, is steaming.

"It's disgusting though!" She blurts. "Throwing up in someone's car, she could at least learn some bloody manners, send her home for crying out loud!"

The other boys come in, distracting Liam, but I don't care about them. I'm shocked over Jenny's outburst. I stare at her, jaw hanging open, disgusted and raging.

"You're a complete bitch," I say through clenched teeth, tightening my fists, trying my best to hold them back and not knock her out. Her smile is one of ice, but softens as the boys hang around us. Niall sees me and reddens, looking away quickly.

"Hi," they all chorus. Liam smiles at them, but most eyes are on me. I shift uncomfortably and try to hid behind my straggly blonde hair.

"Hey!" Jenny beams, sticking her chest out.

"Emily," Harry says, and I look up, meeting his eyes. "Are you alright?"

I nod and just about tear a part into tears. "I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry!"

"Mmm," Jen mumbles, but I just ignore her.

"Don't worry 'bout it, I don't get angry at beautiful people."

Okay. I'm pretty sure right now, I'm as red as the ketchup bottle toppled over on the bar counter. Jenny laughs as if Harry just told a joke. I want to friggin kill her right now. What's up with her? Today, she's changed. Have we fallen out over a boy?

Half an hour later, they're all gone, and Jenny going with them, leaving me hovering round the bar alone. Then I notice it. The little lilac box on the barstool they were sitting on before. I hurry over to it and pick it up. In silver caligraphy reads "For Emily". I gasp, and open it slowly, and there's tissue paper inside. I peel it back, as if revealing the greatest treasure ever, and I hold my breath. Behind the tissue paper, lies a necklace, hung from a delicate gold chain with a little heart dangling from it. There's a diamond at the peak of the heart, and engraved in the gold metal is "I love you Emily". I feel tears trickle down my cheeks. This is just so sweet. I put the lid back on, and press the box to my heart. I don't know who it's from, but I'm guessing Niall. Well, obviously, after the kiss today. You don't just pull someone like that if you don't likey like them. That was definetely an act of romance. I rush back to my room, to find Jen sprawled across the bed. She has a grin licked across her face. She makes me sick.

"Hello," she says, raising an eyebrow. "I've just had a brilliant time. Romantic time."

"What? What happened?" I say, not hiding my anger.

"Hmmm...should I tell you?" she lingers on, a finger twilring her Rihanna-red hair.

"Just bloody tell me!" I spit.

"Me and Zayn kissed. With tongues. And he told me he loves me."

She grins like the devil. And for that moment she really could be the devil.


"You too."
Zayn kissed me. Zayn kissed me. Not Jenny. This can't be happening. I slam down the little box on the dressing table, and Jenny's eyebrows flick up.

"What's that?" She says with curiosity.

"A present. From the boys."

She rushes over to the box, and takes a good look, before tearing open the lid. As soon as she sees the necklace, she grimaces. I can almost smell the reek of jealousy. But I don't expect her to do what she does. Her hands grab the necklace, and she snaps it. She snaps it. Little gold, real gold beads scatter across the floor. I look into her eyes, not quite believing she snapped a priceless necklace like that, just out of pure jealousy. Then I punch her. Hard.

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