Light Up My World

(Transferring my stories from my account to here)
Emma is just your average 17 year old that you could possibly think of, kind of. Her mom is a fashion designer, goes to a private school, and has all the clothes and money in the world. But when she meets One Direction her life takes a well needed hault.


3. Catwalk

Emma brushed a bronzer across the  model’s skin and fixed her clothing before she walked gracefully down the catwalk.  “That was the last model mom! Are you ready for your entrance?” Emma called into her headpiece.  “There’s a dress in my bag, grab it and put it on quickly!” she called back through her headpiece.  Emma ran quickly to the bag and pulled out a long elegant dress, and tall nude colored heels, stopping her heart slightly as she admired the dress.

  She stripped quickly and pulled on the dress, fidgeting with the zipper, trying her hardest to pull it up.  Maria came behind her and zipped it, hugging her daughter tightly.  “You look beautiful in this dress.  I knew I did right when I designed it.  Knock em dead Em” she smiled, taking her hand and making their way down the catwalk.  The crowd cheered, throwing their pamphlets in the air, and rose to their feet.  As they both got to the end of the catwalk, Emma noticed Harry, Zayn, Niall, and Liam cheering and whistling.  Harry smiled and threw a single white rose on the stage a small note attached to the red ribbon that was tied around the stem.  Emma bent down and grabbed it, blowing a kiss to Harry before bowing to the rest of the crowd and walking back up the catwalk.  Emma smiled, waving gracefully to all the photographers and designers that watched in awe as she traveled up the catwalk and backstage.  Maria cheered, hugging Emma tightly before grabbing a bottle of champagne, popping the cork and pouring everyone a glass.  She climbed up on the counter and looked down at everyone below her, making a toast.  "I would just like to say 'thank you' and that you.  The models, stage managers, makeup artists EVERYONE.  You guys make me so proud and thankful for being a designer.  All of you rocked it," she smiled,  "And I would especially like to thank my daughter.  For inspiring me everyday and helping me with everything," she sniffed, wiping a single tear from her eye and taking a sip of her champagne.  Emma grinned and did the same, grabbing her mother's hand, and helping her down.

After what seemed like hours of taking down the stage, packing clothes back into their proper place, and many interviews, Emma was glad that she was finally packing her mothers stuff and heading back to the hotel to relax.  Emma picked up her purse and grabbed her mother’s bags, bringing them out to the cab.  “Hey Emma! Emma!” called Harry, running towards her.  “Are you busy?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets nervously.  Emma looked to her mother, who shook her head and smiled, encouraging her to leave.  “No.  Not really.  Why?”  she asked, packing the bag in the trunk and leaning against the car.  “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab a cup of coffee with me?” he asked.  Emma smiled, picking up her purse and grabbing his hand, “Of course I would want too.  And I know a perfect place,” she smiled.

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