"Hey guys you up for going out tonight?" Harry asked as we walked back to the bus from rehearsals.
"Ummm I'm only 16 so I can't come sorry."
"But you're dad said you could drink? Come on it'll be fun!"
"It would be and yeah I'm allowed to drink but I'm not allowed in anywhere in the UK"
"Oh yeah forgot about that bit! Doesn't matter your with us they'll let you in and you look old enough just flirt with the bar tenders and they'll serve you! Easy!" He said as if this was a normal thing.
"Wow so flirting and looking old enough is all you're bothered about? You are aware of how bad that sounds right?"
"Love of course thats all he's bothered about!" Lou said nudging me on the arm.
"There is no need for that! You know I've never done it with somebody who isn't old enough!" Harry protested causing the rest of us to laugh, he needs to learn how to take a joke sometimes. By the time we were on the bus everyone but me had agreed to go out and they'd given up trying to convince me.
*few hours later*
"Sure you don't want to join us?" Harry asked one last time before he got in the limo with the other.
"Yes! Now go have fun I'll see you when you all have hangovers in the morning."
"Fine but don't you dare leave the bus! Your dad would kill us if you did!" He said in a serious tone I'd never heard him use before.
"I won't I promise!"
"Okay thank you, also no working whist we're out you updated everything earlier so just relax for a bit!" he said climbing in.
As soon as they started to drive off I got back on the bus. Alone at last! First things first I need to change in to comfy clothes! I walked over to my wardrobe where I picked out and put on Niall's Crazy Mofo top, some dark grey Jack Wills sweatpants, white fluffy socks and then pulled my hair up in a messy bun. I then got my sketch pad, pencils, phone and speakers and made my self comfy on on one of the sofas. Plugging in my phone I turned on 'A Rocket To The Moon' and opened my sketch pad to a blank page.
"What to draw? What to draw?" I repeated for about five minutes.
"You could draw me."
"Fuck Niall you scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry I didn't mean to." He laughed coming and sitting next to me as I turned my speakers down so it could only just be heard.
"It's alright this time I guess but next time you're dead my friend!" I laughed a little.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Why are you here, thought you wanted to go out with everyone?"
"Yeah but then it didn't feel right leaving you on you're own."
"Awh thanks but I'd of been fine."
"Yeah but if I hadn't come back you wouldn't have anything to draw would you?"
"I surpose not... now shut up and stay still so I can draw you."
"You nearly finished I wanna see."
"I thought I told you to shut up!" She said quickly glancing up before looking back down at her page.
"Yeah but that was like over half an hour ago."
"I know and I'm nearly done, just one last thing."
"And done!" She said passing me her sketch pad and putting her pencil away.
"Emi, wow you're really good. This is unbelievable!" I told her, a little shocked by how she had produced something that good so quickly.
"It's not that good, my shading skills have gone down hill a little I'm better in full colour." She said shaking her head.
"No Emi trust me you're talented!"
"Thats not even one of my best."
"Then show me one that is?"
She shifted closer to me and started to flip through the book on my lap, page after page was filled with drawings, collages, hand written quotes, paintings all of which were beautiful even at quick glance.
"Ummm this ones slightly better." she said as she flipped to a page. Okay now that was good.
"It's the first drawing I did of my mum and dad since their death, it's a copy of a picture I took of them on holiday on a few weeks before they died." she said with a small smile on her face as she looked at it.
"Its beautiful, everything in this book is."
"Well I don't mean them too be, I draw from the heart and how I try to express how I feel through the pieces I create."
"So to you this is almost like a diary?"
"I guess you could say that, It was given to me on the night my parents died, 8th of september 2013. I drew in it that very day."
She flipped back to the very first page in the book to let me see some writing, it was messy and the pen was smudged a little but I could still read it.
'September 8th 2012.
I feel alone, I am alone, I will always be alone.
Rest in peace...'
"I couldn't right their names" I head her whisper a she put her head on my shoulder.
"It's alright love, I can understand why." I told her putting my arm around her to give her a small hug
"Anytime darling. It's a year tomorrow then?" I asked putting the sketchbook down next to her stuff.
"Yeah, they're buried in Bournville not far from here actually. Its where they grew up and met so it's where I wanted them to be buried as it held their happiest memories." She said looking down at the page.
"Why don't we visit them tomorrow, if we go early the boys won't even know we're gone and rehearsals start at 11 so we should have enough time?" I asked putting my arm round her.
"You'd honestly take me?" She smiled.
"Of course I would!"
"Thank you so so much." She said with a huge smile before surprising me with a hug that knocked me backwards causing her to laugh while she just lay on top of me with her arms wrapped round my neck. We lay there for a little while before she moved to the side so we were laying side by side. If I'm honest I was a little disappointed she moved but having her lay next to me still gave me butterflies and made my heart race. We lay there in silence for a little while with only the sound of Emi's speakers playing.
"What did you see when you looked through my sketchbook the day in the park?"
"Erm I can't really remember but I know you drew the slefie we took and a drawing of us on the night after the football match."
"Shit." I heard her say under her breath. "I best be going to bed. Night." She then said quickly getting up and collecting her stuff.
"Emi whats wrong?" I said getting up and grabbing her hand before she could get to her bunk.
"Nothing Niall." She said, you could tell she was crying by her voice and the way she was looking down.
"Please just tell me... I can't stand watching you cry just tell me whats wrong." I said cupping her check to make her look at me.
"I can't... please just let me go to bed." she sighed pulling her hand out of my grasp and walking to the back of the bus and climbing in to her bunk.
Whats so wrong with me seeing those drawings?