"They're leaving for how long?"
Uncle Niall moves around the kitchen, making breakfast as I sit at the table reading a book.
"Two weeks, princess."
"I hope they have fun."
"I'm sure they will."
"What are you making?" I get up from my seat and go over to the countertop. I climb up on it and sit to watch Niall attempt make my breakfast.
"Uncle Niall, you don't have to make his pancakes. I can just eat cereal."
"Nonsense, Ems. I'll make the pancakes."
"You don't have to."
He looks up at me, "I know I don't have to. I want to."
I smile as he flips a pancake and shakes his head, "How does your dad do this?"
"He's been doing it for years."
"How have you been Ems? How was school?"
"School is boring."
"Ems, you don't have any friends."
I avoid his gaze, "No."
"People just want to be my friend to meet dad. That isn't a friend."
"When did you grow up?"
"I don't see you for a few months and suddenly you're this grown up?"
"I think your pancake is burning."
"Damn it all to bloody hell." he rushes over to turn off the stove and looks over at me, "What?"
"Swear jar." I say pointing to the jar on top of the small cabinet.
"Remind me to tell your mother thank you for bleeding me dry every time I come over here with the bloody swear jar."
"If it makes you feel any better, it's my college fund."
"Very funny. Well, how about some cereal?"
He lifts me up off the counter top as I hold onto his shoulders.
"I thought you'd never ask."
The next morning I wake up to find my Uncle Niall on the edge of my bed, nudging me to get up.
"Princess you only have one week of school left. You have to go."
I sigh loudly as I unwrap myself from my covers and sit up to look at my Uncle Niall.
"I don't want to."
"Because. We're not really learning anything, it's the last week. They just give us free time, and..."
"No one talks to you?"
"Ems, this can't keep you from going to school."
"But...I guess since it's Monday..."
"Yeah, I'll call the school then. But no telling your parents, alright?" Uncle Niall reaches sits on the edge of my bed and extends his pinky towards mine. "Alright?"
I wrap my pinky around his and stretch my thumb to meet the tip of his, as we always did.
"So, what do you want for breakfast Ems?"
"I can make eggs."
"Well, they're supposed to be scrambled. I guess you can't mess that up."
"Hey!" He pokes my rib softly, knowing how ticklish I was. "You could starve."
"You wouldn't do that."
"You're right. I wouldn't."
I unwrap myself from the covers as I watch him leave my room and smile to myself. I didn't really need friends anyway. I had mom, dad, and my uncles. I was happy.
"Ems, I need an assistant!"
"Alright, so toast or biscuits?"
I walk to the pantry and reach for the toaster, bringing it out and placing it upon the counter.
"Tomorrow you have to go to school, princess."
"You know what you should do?"
"Try to make one friend. Just one."
"I think I can do that."
"Are you sure?"
There was a girl in my class who was like me. Janice I think? She always sat in the corner of the room and kept to herself.
"Okay. Well, let's eat. Then we can go and catch a flick at the cinema?"
"Yes. But you have to eat everything on your plate."
I poke at the eggs he set in front of me and smiled, "Well it looks normal. And it's not actually burnt."
"Watch it Ems, I can still drop you off at school."
The entirety of my life I have lived with the band One Direction. But to me, they're not One Direction. They're Uncle Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis. And of course, dad.
I know it sounds rather...lame. But it is true. My family, abnormal to say the least, is the only one I have. I love them with the entirety of my heart.
Since it's been a little more than a year since my dad and uncles stopped singing and touring, things have been finally settling down around here. The paparazzi show up much less, the screams are less loud, and the stalking has stopped.
I mean, they still get looked at in public, but it's nothing like what I remember when I was younger.
Today, for example, Uncle Niall and I were able to go to the movies with only one or two girls asking him for a picture. There were no crowds, no screaming, and probably the best part was that there were no more scary looking guards.
The fact that dad and mum were finally able to get married, that was perhaps the best part of this year. Edie had been like a mum to me since I can remember, and I know how much it must have, well plainly sucked to have to wait that long, but I'm glad they did.
But of course I don't think that could topUncle Niall finally coming back from Ireland. He had left for almost the entire year. But looking at him today, I wished he would never leave again. But I know that he may be upset that I don't have friends. That I don't fit in. In his eyes I think I'm a much better version of me. I think that in his eyes, there is no reason why I shouldn't fit in, or have friends, or be normal.
I know they think I'm too young to think this way, and maybe I am...but I'd rather be alone than have people use me to get to my family.
And I know that they worry, they all worry that i'm lonely, or that i'm sad, or whatever. But i'm not. I don't think they understand how happy I am just to be around them. To finally have things be normal.
I've seen the world, but nothing is like this house.
Normal, all I want is normal.
But for Uncle Niall, I would try to make at least one friend.
"Writing again Emma?"
"Yeah." I say closing the leather bound book my dad gave me a few months back for my birthday. It was exactly like his.
"Just like Harry."
I simply smile as he ruffles my hair and sits at the edge of my bed.
"No, but I guess I should go to bed."
"Because you have school tomorrow." He says giving me a stearn look.
"Yes, Uncle Niall. Because I have school tomorrow.
"Good." He kisses my forehead and walks towards the door. "Night Ems."
"You're going to make one friend today right?"
I grab my backpack from the backseat and smile at him.
"Alright. I'll pick you up right after."
I closed the door to Uncle Niall's car and walked up the steps to the school. Walking in, no one turned to look at me. No one said hi. After what happened last year, I preferred the silence.
I walk to my locker and see Janice already at hers, pulling out some books.
"Hi." I mumbled as I opened my own.
She looked at me and said. "Me...?"
"Oh, hi." She pressed her glasses back upon her nose and smiled. "I'm Janice..."
"I know. We all know."
"Why weren't you here yesterday, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Why are we talking?"
I close my locker and turn to face her, "Aren't you tired of being alone? Because I know I'm tired of coming here everyday and not having anyone to say hi to."
"You want to be friends."
I smiled and extended my hand, "Why not at least have one in this place?"
"You sure this isn't a trick."
"Then, okay." She says nodding. Her brown hair messily falling into her face. "I'll be your friend."
"Let's get to class."