Accident

They met by accident. Emily wasn't supposed to go to work that day. He wasn't supposed to go on the show. That wasn't Emily's job, but her made sure that it was. He was the one who asked her out. He was the one who kissed her. He was the one who fell for her.

It it all by accident.

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3. The Interview Part Two

I awkwardly walked out on the stage, giving Harry a death glare. I have no idea what Carrie was thinking. 

 

"Welcome, Emily. I'm sure this is quite a surprise!" Carrie said enthusiastically. Maybe a little too much?

 

"Thanks, glad to be here," I smiled. Harry budged my shoulder. I turned to him and mouthed, WHAT? 'NOTHING' he mouthed back.

 

"I'm only going to talk to you for a few minutes because I really need to talk to the boys. Anyway, I only have one question for you."

 

"What is it?" I asked her. The boys were all beside me, anticipating the question. 

 

"Which boy do you fancy the most?" Carrie asked. My cheeks immediately reddened. I can't answer that.

 

'Say Harry,' my mind told me. No. 'You know you like him.' I do, but, I can't. 'Why not?' Because.

 

I looked at the boys, they were all blushing too. I can't pick. I can't. I don't want to pick. 

 

"You don't expect me to choose, do you? I just met them, and I hardly know anything about them!" I told Carrie.

 

"Well, if you had to choose, who would you choose?" Carrie forced.

 

"I'm. Not. Choosing." I hissed through my teeth. Carrie flinched

 

"Why not?"

 

"It's not fair to the other ones," I explained. Louis and Liam relaxed. Zayn was unaffected. Niall looked okay, but Harry seemed tense. Don't get me wrong, I like Harry. A lot. But, it just wouldn't be fair to pick one over the other, you know?

 

"Okay, well choose between the single ones. Zayn, Niall, and Harry," Carrie forced.

 

"Carrie, it's clear she doesn't want to choose. So, just give it a rest, alright?" Liam said. 'THANK YOU' I mouthed.

 

"Alright, Emily, you don't have to answer. But get off of my stage. Get out of my studio. You're fired."

 

"Alright," I muttered, getting up and running off stage. I heard some voices calling after me, but I didn't care. I ran to their room and grabbed my purse. I have to get out of here. Now.

 

 

AUTHOR's NOTE: I planned on writing more for this chapter. It kind of

sucks in all honesty, but so many of you wanted an update like yesterday!

 

 

 

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