Win Her Heart (Not Famous)

Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson have been best friends since they were small. They have done everything together, and they were planning on staying best friends for their whole lives. As they grew into their teenage years, they started attracting more than enough female attention. In their final year of high school, they are the hottest and most popular boys in school, and they know it. But who is THE hottest and THE most popular? They decide that they need to make a bet. Who could land the hottest girl? When the new girl, Emma, shows up on the first day of school, they knew they had found her. But what happens when she is unimpressed with them? Find out by reading more...Don't forget to like the novel :)

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7. You're So London

Emma's POV

I strolled out of the school, my heart racing. I was so ready to go to London! Louis was leaning against his car, his arms crossed, wearing a green beanie, black jeans, a denim jacket, and some Ray Bans. I had to admit that he looked pretty cute. He wore a huge grin on his face when he saw me, strolling over to my side of the car, opening the door for me. I smiled and slid into the seat, thanking him. He's such a gentleman. Both of our bags were in the back of the car, for he had picked me up before school and I put my travel bag in the back. As we drove to the train station, he turned up the radio, singing along. 

"Wow, you know, you're an amazing singer. I don't know if I've ever told you that." I looked over at him, smiling. He just laughed. 

"Look who's talking." He winked at me, as he pulled into a parking space. We hopped out of the car (and yes, he opened the door for me again) and made our way into the train station. 

"Two ticket's for London please!" Louis held out two fingers to the clerk. He looked over the two of us, and nodded. 

"Couples trip?" The clerk winked at us. 

"Oh...uh no...He's not my boyfriend..." I felt awkward saying it. Louis looked at me, an expression of hurt on his face. I couldn't help that I had a boyfriend, could I? As Louis payed for the tickets, I made my way slowly to the platform, sitting on a bench. 

"So what do you want to do when we get there?" He slung his arm around me casually. I probably should have pushed it off me, but I didn't. 

"Well we'll get in around 5:45, so we can get to my old flat, settle in, and then go to Nando's for dinner? Oh, and my friend, Jackie is throwing a party tonigh,t if you wanted to go." I smiled at him. He grinned back at me, nodding his head in agreement. He had opened his denim jacket to reveal his signature stripped shirt. He really knew who he was, and I liked that about him. When we had boarded the train, I started to feel sleepy.

"Mind if I take a nap?" All he did was nod, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. 

Louis' POV

She fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Her head began to get heavier, and it fell onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, letting her rest her whole body on my torso. She was so warm...and her shampoo smelt like vanilla...She was so perfect. If only she didn't have a boyfriend... I sighed, resting my chin on the top of her head, letting sleep fall over me as well. 

"Louis!" I woke up to Emma struggling to get out of my arms, "We're here, Louis! Wake up!" She looked like a little kid in a candy shop. She really must have missed London. We walked out of the station, both of our bags in my hands. I had offered to carry hers. I wanted her to feel like a princess. I wanted to show her that I could treat her better than anyone else could. She took charge in her home city, hailing us a cab. As we slid in, she gave the driver her address.I was excited to see where Emma had spent the last 4 years of her life. Her dad hadn't gotten around to selling their flat since he married Mike's mom, so their flat had stayed exactly the same. We soon arrived at a very luxurious flat. I could tell that her family was well off. We stepped out of the cab, and Emma let me in the front door. 

"Welcome home!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. "I'm so glad you suggested this, Louis." She mumbled into my chest. I could have held her there forever. 

She led me up the stairs to the bedrooms. 

"This is my dad's room, and this is Amelia's room," we peered inside a frilly pink room, before moving down the hallway, "this is the washroom, and this is my room." She swung her door open to reveal a room that was painted red, with Harry Potter, Beatles, Rolling Stones, and The Police posters all over the walls. It was so her. 

"And where am I sleeping?" I looked around her room again. 

"Anywhere you'd like! Now, let's get changed for dinner and the party!" She shoved me out of her room and closed the door. I wandered into her dad's room and began changing into what I wanted to wear. I kept on my black jeans, but put on a jean button up, with my Superman shirt on underneath, for good luck. I exchanged my boat shoes for Toms. I went downstairs and sat on the couch, waiting for Emma to get changed. Suddenly, I heard footsteps at the top of the stairs. Emma slowly descended the stairs. Her long, usually straight, brown hair was falling down her back in loose curls. She had mascara on her usually make up-less face, making her eyes shine. She was wearing a white dress that hugged her body, cutting into a deep plunge in the back. In her hand was a black leather jacket. She had tan wedges on her feet, making her legs look endless. I just sat there, staring at her, absolutely breathless. 

'Well?" She raised her eyebrows at me, "ready to go?" She pulled me up from the couch, linking her arm in mine. 

Emma's POV

Louis looked super cute tonight. No, not cute, extremely handsome. No doubt the girls would be all over him at the party tonight. For some reason I felt a pang of jealousy. But i pushed it aside, convincing myself that I just didn't want him to get hurt. Besides, he was so much better than most of the girls in London. He was out of their league. If he was going to kiss a girl tonight, she had to go through me. I had to make sure my new bestie got nothing but the best. As we finished up dinner, we started to stroll through the streets. We had about an hour before we really needed to get to the party. 

'Tell me about your mom." He said, softly. I didn't really talk about my mom much, but with Louis, I felt safe telling him about it. 

"She was beautiful. An artist, an incredibly talented on, too. Her paintings ended up selling for twice than what she wanted for them. She painted with such passion, emotion, and sometimes pain, that they were just breathtaking. And now that she's...gone, he paintings sell for even more. My dad puts all the profits into Amelia and my savings accounts in the bank. We get the money when we're 21. But to be honest, I want to save that money forever. I don't think I could bare to spend it on something dumb. Maybe I'll donate it to cancer research. I feel like it's all that I have left of her." He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tighter to him, but stayed silent, and we kept on walking. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered, "I don't know what you're going through, but if you need me, I will always be here for you, Emma." It felt good to hear him say that. Most people went on and on about how they couldn't imagine how I feel, and it must be so horrible, and hard. And they just wouldn't stop. But Louis' response was so simple, but held so much meaning to it. I was glad to have him there. I just hoped he stayed true to his word. We walked in silence to Jackie's house. I honestly missed her so much. She was my best friend, there for me through it all. She was the one who picked up my pieces when I was tired of being strong for my family. She got me through it all. I hadn't told Wyatt I was coming back. I knew he would be at the party, he never missed a party, so I wanted to surprise him. As we walked into the party, Louis' arm fell of my waist. He just stood at the door, dumbfounded. I guess parties in Wolverhampton weren't quite the same as city parties. But to me, it felt like home. The party was already picking up, girl dancing around in little tight dresses, boys clinging onto them, in hopes that they would get lucky tonight. But for me, there was only one thing I wanted to do. I grabbed Louis' arm, and pulled him into the house.

"Come on! Help me find Jackie and Wyatt!" I dragged him through the crowd, and up the stairs to Jackie's room. I was about to open the door when I heard a familiar, deep voice. 

"Jackie, stop." Wyatt.

"Oh come on babe, she'll never know." Jackie?!

"You're supposed to be her best friend!" What the hell was going on? I looked at Louis who was just beginning to clue in on what was happening. 

"I can't help who I love, Wyatt, I'm sure she'll understand..." 

"But I don't love you..." Wyatt's words made Jackie scream out in frustration. Then it all went silent, as I heard them fall to the bed. Before I could say anything, Louis opened the door, bursting into the room. 

"YOU BLOODY GIT!" Louis screamed at Wyatt. I just stood there, looking at my best friend, down to her undergarments, lying underneath my boyfriend, who was wearing just his jeans. Jackie let out a scream. 

"Who the hell are you?" Jackie pointed at Louis. Then I saw recognition in Wyatt's eyes. Suddenly both Jackie and Wyatt's eyes were on me. Jackie jumped up. 

"Oh! Emma, I'm so sorry!" She pushed Wyatt off of her, throwing her arms around me. I just stood there, rigid, not hugging her back. Suddenly the numbness went away and I was full of rage. I pushed her off me, hard, watching her fall to the ground. I stalked towards Wyatt, but before I could do anything, Louis punched him in the jaw. Hard. Wyatt just sat there, taking it. 

"Emma, I"m so sorry." He whispered, "I really do love you." 

"Not good enough Wyatt." Louis wound up to punch him again. 

"No, Louis, stop. I've got this." I stood in between Louis and Wyatt, facing Wyatt. Tears threatening to break through, "You know what the sad part is, Wyatt? I actually thought you cared. Everyone told me not to let you in, but I did anyways, because like the dumb little girl I am, I thought I saw something good in you. I don't know why I thought that I was going to be the girl to change you. But I hope, I really do hope, that one day, you stand back, and see all the damage that you have caused. One day, you're going to remember this all, and you're going to see that the only one you're hurting is yourself." The tears were now flowing freely down my cheeks. Wyatt reached out to me, but I stepped back, bumping into Louis. He just stood there, letting me rest my weight on him. He was my support. 

"Emma, I love you. Please don't leave me." Wyatt choked out. There were tears running down his face, too. Maybe he did care. But not enough. 

"And as for you?!" I turned around, pointing at Jackie, who was still sitting on the floor, in her undergarments, like the slut she was, "Well I hope everyone soon sees you for what you really are." I look her hard in the eyes, and she looked away, choking back her tears. I grabbed Louis hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and pulled him to the door. I stopped turning around, staring at Wyatt for the very last time. 

"You should put some ice on that." I think I was referring to harsh words I had given him, rather than the bruises he would be sporting the next day. Which ever I meant, I knew it left a large hole in his heart. I dragged Louis down the stairs, people staring at us. A couple of my friends ran upstairs to see what the commotion had been. Five minutes later there was yelling. My good friend, Darcy, threw herself at me. 

"Emma! I'm so sorry! I had no idea! You know that if I did know, I would have told you, right?" I just nodded as my other friends, Jenna, and Hannah made their way over. 

"She's totally not our friend anymore."

"Whatever this party is lame anyways." I just laughed, thankful that I had such good support. 

"You know what guys? There's free booze, and good music. Might as well enjoy tonight at Jackie's expense, right?" I laughed, and pulled them over to where Louis was standing with a mug of beer in his hand.

"Girls, this is Louis, my friend from Wolverhampton." They all smiled at him, but I noticed how he could keep his eyes off of my.

"Emma, he's so cute." Jenna whispered in my ears. Trust me, I knew. maybe the things that I was feeling for Louis, weren't so wrong after all. I gave him a small grin and pulled him onto the dance floor. 

Louis' POV

I wasn't sure whether Emma's grinding up against me was because she was drunk, pissed off at Wyatt and Jackie, or because she was genuinely attracted to me. Whatever it was, I wasn't going to oppose it. She turned around, taking me arms and wrapping them around her, and then rested her arms around my neck. She leaned in close. I could smell her breath, and there was no alcohol on it. I hadn't really noticed her drinking either. 

"Just kiss me," She whispered in my ear. I looked at her chocolate brown eyes, and saw the sadness in there, but I also saw the feeling that she had for me. I leaned down, and placed my lips on her soft ones. Instantly I felt the electricity coursing through my body. It felt so right. I heard her friends let out some 'oooooo's" and "ahhhhh's' as our lips moved with each others, but I didn't care. She pulled away, smiling at me. I kissed her lightly in the nose, causing her to giggle. it all felt so right. I looked around the party, to see a pair of angry blue eyes staring at me. Wyatt.

"Come on," I pulled her hand, "let's get out of here." 

************So Wyatt is based off one of my actual ex-boyfriends, mixed in with another guy I used to date. BUT OMG MY LOUEMMA FEELS ARE GOING INSANE! AM I RIGHT, PEOPLE?! But remember....there are still 4 more weeks, and 4 other boys..... ENJOY THE CHAPTER! I KNOW I DID!*************

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