My Bradford Bad Boy (UNCOMPLETED)

Tina and her best friend Emma are both obsessed with One Direction, and when Emma and her family go to a trip to Bradford from their home town London England, Tina tags along, and to their surprise they meet One Direction. And things start to get pretty serious, and fast.


6. Dressing Rooms?

"Hey everyone," Harry greeted everyone as they all walked in.

All the girls smiled and some said hi back.

Emma's eyes set on Harry, and he locked eyes with her back.

Harry was supposed to keep talking but he stopped because he was fixed on Emma. So Liam finished off for him. 

"Thanks for coming guys, now we're gonna meet some of your pretty faces."

Emma's cheeks were turning rosy pink, and Harry finally snapped out of gaze from Emma, and started going around the room to meet the girls.

I looked at Emma and raised my eyebrows, her cheeks were still pink and she looked at me back.

"Wow Emma," I whispered.

"I know, I can't believe this is happening," Emma whispered back.

Then Harry and Zayn came to us.

"Hello again," Zayn chuckled.

"Hey," Emma said back.

"Thanks for coming out," Zayn thanked us.

"No problem, we're having a lot of fun," I said, a little seductive.

Zayn started breathing harder, and looked down for a second.

"Anyway, Emma, would you like to see my dressing room?" Harry asked Emma.

"Wait, you remember my name?" Emma asked rather shocked.

"Of course, how can I not?" Harry said rather sexily.

"Well, all right then," Emma said, looking down fiddling with her bracelet.

"Come on," Harry bugged, grabbing her arm, lifting her off the couch. Emma started blushing uncontrollably as she was being dragged, in secret, to Harry's dressing room.

"Umm, what exactly are they gonna do in there?" I giggled, asking Zayn.

"Well Harry is quite the flirt, so who knows," Zayn laughed back.

"I mean, I would love to see your dressing room too," I said sexily, flirting with him uncontrollably.

I think Zayn started to get a little heated, so he turned away so he wouldn't look at me straight in the face. But even turning away couldn't help his adorable cheeks from turning red.

"Um, well, okay, but wait until all the girls leave," Zayn told me.

"Okay," I said.

Was I taking things too fast? I didn't even know what I meant when I said I wanted to see his dressing room. Like I didn't really want to make out with him. What was I doing?


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