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..


27. The Return


I swing open my hotel room door for the first time in a month, and it smells like alcohol just punched me in the face.

"Jesus christ, what died in here?"

Jenny's curled up in a little ball on the creased bedsheets, her head shaking between her ams. Suddenly I want to take back my words. Now obviously isn't the time for joking. I almost go over and ask her what's up, but then kick myself for thinking of it. This is Jenny we're talking about. The one who's kind of just ruined my life.

She doesn't look up, seeming to be pretty endulged in crying every inch of mascara off her big long lashes. Her fingers grip the pillow that's smothered in make up stains.

Oh Jen. What the hell have you done to yourself?

I don't know why I do it, but I sit on her bed, placing my pale hand on her terracotta shoulder that shakes silently. Her breaths are more like short little stabbing gasps.

"Jen, it's okay."

She doesn't look up.

"Would you look who it is? The one and only Emily, I have heard so much about you."

I spin my head round to find the body where the voice came from.


That can not be..

But it is.

My hand slaps over my mouth in shock and awe.

"Holy shit. That's f***ing Ed Sheeran."

White fingers shake through his ginger mane, and he stifles a laugh.

"Still haven't got used to this fame game yet, eh Emily? Sorry, I should have knocked." His eyes drop to Jen's body. I shake my head hard.

"No way. You're like famous, you do what you want, em, Mr Sheeran."

He seems to find that hilarious.

"Mr? Seriously? Aw mate, I wish Harry was here to hear that. Call me Ed," he cracks though a broken laughter.

I am so stupid. What the hell Emily? Sort yourself out retard.

"Sorry..Ed. Just..starstruck and stuff," I giggle. Damn I'm nervous. I seriously regret chopping off my hair now. I have nothing to twirl when I get nervous and all that. And a strand of hair could really come in handy right now. Aw dammit, I can't do the hair flick either. Guys dig the hair flick.

"I'm only Ed. And hey, I'll admit it. I'm pretty starstruck right now too."

No way.

"Good one," I tease, but he looks straight into my eyes, all serious and shit.

"Nah, really. Have you seen the papers? Headlining daily? You haven't?"

I almost expect him to whip up a newspaper from his backpocket, but that only happens in cartoons. And this is real life, not an episode of Spongebob. Actually, that might not be true. I'm in front of Ed Sheeran for a start. That just doesn't happen in real life.

"Shit, it's crazy. Well, I'm gonna leave you two to it. See ya later, Emily."

His neck shrinks into his hoodie, and he waves all pathetic and cute-ish before slipping out the door.

Five minutes later and my eyes are still piercing that spot that THE Ed Sheeran was standing on.

This is crazy.

A little wince breaks my thoughts. It comes from Jenny's direction, so I turn my stare back to her. Only then do I wish I didn't.

She can't be doing this.


Her eyes lose focus.

No. Jen is not a druggy. Just over a year ago we were best friends, barely ever kissed a guy, barely ever hit a party, barely just got over our barbie phase. Well, slight exaggeration. But Jenny doesn't do drugs.

Only I can't quite convince myself.

Her voice startles me.

"Babe please, this is the least of my troubles."

And she swipes a big, clear bottle of spirits- Vodka from her huge leather bag, unscrewing the cap, and taking a big, long gulp.


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