Back for You

Emma is 20 years old and working as an intern at a English newspaper. She thinks her dream job is to be a journalist, but really she just like writing about the celebrities.
One day she get's to interview the british-irish boy-band One Direction, but it doesn't go to well due to her natural clumsyness and bad luck. On one of her worst days ever, a beam of sunshine lays on her, and she gets to meet the boys one-on-one. Can the clumsy, not-so-attractive, celebrity-obsessed girl finally get her chance with the cool guys?


7. Chapter 7

Emma's POV.


At first it was awkward being around Harry all the time. I knew something was up with him, but I didn’t feel like I knew him well enough to start questioning him about it – and he might think I was just asking for the sake of my reports back to the paper. But as the weeks went by, we spent a lot of time together. I guess I kind of became his escape from the boys hovering and the medias craziness. Kind of ironic that I would be his escape from the media, right?

But I have to admit that I enjoyed it too. It was like when I was with him, alone in his room, I didn’t have to be up to live up to any expectations or anything. My boss knew I was working, but it didn’t really feel like work. Sometimes Harry would give some information about some new stuff, but the rest of the time, we would just lay there and hang out. We didn't need to do anything else, than just being in a room together.

We spent most nights like the first. Just lying on his bed, with our head on our own pillow not really talking. When we talked, it was about nothing and everything. We had a lot of random, small conversation. It was in the midst of these conversations that he said the words that stung my hearts like needles.

"I despise ordinary." We were talking about likes and dislikes, but I'd never in a millions years expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

"Excuse me?" I said loudly as I sat up leaning on my elbows. He was still lying there looking into the ceiling with both hands behind his head. 

"What?" He said looking surprised at my angered face. 

"You despise ordinary?" 

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that," he stuttered getting up.

"Then what do you mean?" I was still kind of yelling. There was quiet for a while and he looked panicky and ashamed. 

"I really didn't mean that," he said again sounding a bit more sincere this time.

"Then what do you mean by it?" I said, feeling like I was repeating my self.

"I don't know how to explain," he mumbled.

"Then don't," I said throwing my head back on the pillow. There was quiet for a while. Then Harry got up and got his jacket.

"Get up," he said throwing my denim-jacket at me.

"Where are we going?" I said confused, as I put my jacket on.

"Friday is movie night remember?" He said raising his eyebrows at me. 

"I thought you told me you usually just watched one on Netflix in the TV-room?" I said as we moved towards the door.

"Yeah, but Niall wanna make a big deal out of it tonight, so we're going to the movies. Like, everybody's coming," he said.

"But it's 11:30," I said still confused, looking at my watch, as he took my arm and dragged me out of his room. I pulled my arm to myself. If I was ordinary, why would he even wanna hang with me?

"No crazy fans at this time," he said, as it started to make sense to me, I followed along willingly. 


Turns out Niall, his new friend, Liam, Zayn and his girlfriend, Louis and his girlfriend and last, but not least, me and Harry were all going. The boys and I was standing in the kitchen getting ready to leave.

"Where's my shades?" Niall yelled as he searched the whole first floor.

"Why do you need shades? It's like 11:45 and completely dark outside," Harry yelled at him.

"Yeah, but I need them to look cool," he said as he appeared in the kitchen with a depressed look on his face. 

"You look cool enough without them," I said putting my hand on his shoulder as he walked up to stand next to me. I smiled at him. Then I looked at Harry, who was looking at me with a frown.

"What?" I whispered.

"Nothing," he whispered back, shrugging.


"Niall," Zayn said holding a pair of sunglasses in the air, with an annoyed look on his face, "they're right here."

"Oh thank The Lord Jesus!" Niall said running like Napoleon Dynamite to get his glasses. He was weird, but I still couldn't help getting butterflies in my stomach. But then I remembered that I was supposed to be crazy about Harry, and that Niall in fact was bringing a friend tonight.

"Okay, everybody! Lets go get the rest of our company," Liam said clapping his hands.

We all nodded looking around to get our last couple of stuff.

Then all the sudden Harry moved over, so he was only inches away from me. He awkwardly putting his arm around me, with an apologizing look, resting it on my waist, a thing neither of us was letting go unnoticed. I looked at him with a frown, but his face look desperate, and as he glanced at something across the room, I followed his eyes and saw that Liam were standing there looking at us with a frown. I quickly moved closer to Harry smiling at Liam. After that I looked around at everybody to see if they had noticed our awkward touch. Luckily nobody, but Liam of course, seemed to have noticed - noticed how the couple who supposedly had been together – alone, in a room - for a week now, didn't even know how to touch each other in such an innocent way. Especially a guy like Harry. Funny thing was, that he actually seemed nervous. His hand felt warm and moist against my t-shirt.

"We better work on that," I whispered leaning up towards his ear.

"I think that sounds like a brilliant idea," he whispered back - not teasingly as I had expected - but sounded desperate and nervous. He was panicking. 


We picked up the other girls, except for Niall's friend, who was meeting us at the cinema. I had met Zayn's and Louis' girlfriends before, and they were really nice, but I still didn't know them that well. As we walked up to the cinema, a girl with blond hair to just below the shoulder, were standing and waiting in her light blue denim jacket and a pair of black boots. I squinted trying to see her in the dim light of the streetlights, and I kind of felt like I knew her. As we got closer I got more and more sure that I knew her. I almost ran up to her just to study her face and when we reached her, and Niall said hi of course, I was the first one to greet her. 

"Hi, do I know you from somewhere?" I said handing her my hand. 

"I get that a lot," she said smiling widely. I had definitely seen her before. "My name is Demi," she said but it still didn't ring a bell. 

"Demi?" I said still squinting at her, moving closer to her.

"Hi Demi, it an honor to meet you, I love your music," Harry said shaking her hand, right after he pushed me away, that is.

As Liam greeted her I pulled Harry aside.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"That's Demi Lovato, world known Disney/pop star," he whispered into my ear, so the others couldn't hear us, and then he started to walk towards the entrance of the cinema, "now lets go, the other guys are going inside."

"The Demi Lovato?" I asked half walking, half running to catch up to him. He just looked straight ahead, not looking slightly impressed, but this was big new for me. I told you I was kind of obsessed with celebrities!

"Yes, sweetheart," he said, sounding sincere, but as I quickly glanced at everybody around us, I knew he was just putting up a show.

"That's amazing! I can't believe I didn't recognize her," I whispered excited following Harry into the cinema. I didn't even notice that we got our tickets. I didn't even notice anything. I almost forgot about Harry calling me ordinary, almost. I was - once again - star strucked by the person sitting a few seats further down the row. 

"Get used to it," Harry whispered just before the movie started. But I just shook my head. I was never gonna get used to it.



"I can't believe I was watching a movie with Demi Lovato!" I whined.

"Me neither!" Louis said. Turns out I wasn't the only one freaking out about our fine company. Louis, Liam and Zayn was just as star strucked as me, and while Niall was trying to hide it, it was clear that he was pretty excited about it. Of course Harry still didn't look impressed.

We had dropped off all the girls, and now Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall and I was having an intense conversation about Niall's new friend. Harry was sitting alone, in the corner of the room, playing with some kind of rubber band. I got up and walked over to him.

"What's up?" I asked resting my arm on his shoulder, as I stood beside him looking at the same direction he was looking in.

"Not much," he mumbled. "I forgot to tell you about something, that you might wanna write in that little paper of yours," Harry said waving his hand around like it wasn't that important.

"What?" I asked, started to feel a bit worried.

"We're going to Sweden in two days, to record some songs for our new album," Harry said not looking at me.

"Are you kidding me? That leaves me no time to write the article," I said looking at him with big eyes.

"I'm sorry, but at least I'm telling you now," he said shrugging, not sounding at all like he meant it.

"You know what? Maybe you should go join in on the conversations with your friend, because it sounds like you could use some time back on earth," I hissed at him.

"What are you talking about?" He said squinting his eyes at me, looking at me like I was crazy.

"A person who truly cares about other people, would not let me end up in a situation like this. Just imagine if it was you, and somebody told you, you had to, I don't know, perform a new song for the first time in two days! Wouldn’t you all the sudden be really busy? You've been spending way too much time floating on your pink cloud of fame, that you've totally forgotten how it is to be human, that also being the reason why you didn't all that excited about hanging out with Demi. You have lost all connection to planet earth, and I think it's time you get back down," I whispered angrily and hissed. I don't what made me react like this, but all I knew was that I was gonna be really busy tonight, because that story had to be in the papers by tomorrow by 6 o'clock, which meant in 3 hours. I turned away from Harry, leaving him speechless and alone.

"Oh my god, I love "I Really Don't Care", it's so much fun," I said joining in on the discussion about Demi's new album, as I walked back to the other guys. "And I think your friend over there does too! Why don't you join your friends, Harry?" I said. They all looked at Harry.

"I guess it's pretty catchy," he said getting up.

"Oh I know!" Liam said with a big smile on his face, waving at Harry to tell him to come sit down.

"I like "Something that we're not"," Niall said.

"Do you know what it's about?" Zayn said frowning at Niall.

"Of course... No not really," he said shaking his head with a small smile.

"Hope it doesn't describe your relationship," Louis teased. 

"We're just friends!" Niall yelled, sounding like an embarrassed schoolgirl. We all laughed.

"Guys, I have to go, work calls!" I said walking out the door before anybody could say anything.


"Hey Emma, wait!" I stopped, as I heard Harry's voice behind me. I turned around and all the sudden Harry was standing right in front of me, looking down at the ground.

"What?" I said.

"I forgot to ask you if you wanted to come with us to Sweden," Harry said still looking into the ground, looking like a shy little girl.

"Are you serious?" I said trying to see if I could look into his eyes, but he still didn't look at me.

"Yeah, I feel kind of bad about not telling you, but I thought if you've come, you could get all the information first hand from now on," he said, his eyes finally meeting mine.

"That sounds like a great idea, I would love to come," I said holding my hand up, to shake his hand, as you do when you close up a deal. He looked weirdly at it for a second before shaking it.

"Great, I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow," he said running back into the house. And now of to writing and article in 3 hours. Yebiii. 

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