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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15. The (Un)Welcome

 

I feel sick. I actually feel sick.

Dad's arms are tight around me, my tears muffling into his thick shoulders.

"Be a good girl, will you?" Dad whispers. I try and reply, but my voice is lost in a warble of tears. "Don't lose yourself."

"I'll try, dad. I'll try."

I squeeze shut my eyes, lashes brushing my pale cheeks.

Dad pulls me closer, and I can smell the heavy scent of lynx on his shirt. "I'll miss you."

I'll miss me too.

***

Jenny's not in our room, so I chuck my suitcase onto her unhabited bed and growl. It's so not good to be back. Thrusting myself at my bed, I growl and curl underneath the duvets weight. My hands cradle my bloating stomach, and I sigh. I was the one who got myself into this shit. But now there's no way out.

Six months. Six months till the baby's born. Damn. I could always abort it, but that's just sickeningly disgusting and wrong. Everyone deserves a chance, and I'm not about to ruin it for this little guy in my tummy. I'm about to be a mother. At 18.

"Emily?"

Oh friggin jesus. I know that voice. I hide further beneath the bed covers, and pray to be zapped into another universe or something.

"Emily, I can see you."
"Niall go away."

"Emily. Please."

The covers lift away from my body, revealing a blonde international superstar. He does that sexy-half-smile thing guys do, but it doesn't even give me butterflies.

"I said go away, are you that retar-"

"I missed you," He says sheepishly, hands in pockets.

"Yeah well I didn't miss you, and your many other girlfriends." I push myself from the bed. "If you won't leave, then I will."

He catches my hand and eyes me up.

"Emily.. you look different."

I scowl at him. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Know what?"

"Nothing, and let go of my god damned wrist you freak!"

"Why are you being like this?"
My jaw hangs open. "Niall, fors gods friggin sake, did you not read that bloody newspaper cover?! You and Jenny?"

I put on a fake Irish accent: "Oh yes, she's so adorable, I love her, I'm a leprecaurn just digging for gold because that's all I care about. Money and fame."

His face falls, eyes reddening. He might as well have hurt written all over his body. I sigh, and flop back onto my bed.

"I'm sorry Niall," I whisper. He shakes his head, rubbing back tears that he doesn't want me to see him cry.

"What happened to you, Emily?" He sniffs.

"Niall..." I can't tell him. I can't possibly. But something's forcing it out. "Niall I'm pregnant with your baby."

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