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.


16. Settle Down With Me

“ meee!” Emma whined, swinging around two dresses in front of the computer screen.  Gemma yawned and clicked around, probably focusing more on twitter than her conversation on skype.  “I like the light pink one, red just screams ‘I’m easy’,” Gemma giggled.  “Make sure you match it with a jacket too babe, and maybe flats?” she guessed.  Emma turned to her closet and dug around for shoes, a clutter compared to Harry’s Supras and Nike’s all neatly in a line next to their pares.  She pulled out matching pink flats and reached up and grabbed a nude colored jacket.  “This good Gem?” she asked.  Gemma clapped, “Damn look fine!” she joked, “Well now that your outfit is all situated, I am going back to bed.  Bye babe!” Gemma waved and logged off.  Emma tossed her outfit on the bed and ran to the bathroom, hopping in the shower and washing up.  “Em?” screamed a voice from outside the door, making Emma jump a mile or two.  She shut off the water and wrapped a towel around her waist and opened the door to find Louis, his face going from a grin to shock, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he apologized.  “No Lou, it’s fine.  What do you need?” she asked grabbing another towel and sifting it through her hair.  “Nothing.  Harry got a head start but he wanted me to give you this,” he smiled, pulling out a red rose with a small manilla card tied with a black ribbon around the stem.  In gold were the words, “Para mi amor, vamos a perder en Costa Rica.”  Emma looked up at Louis who was patiently waiting for her reaction.  “OH MY GOSH! HE’S TAKING ME TO COSTA RICA?! LOUIS!! HE’S TAKING ME TO COSTA RICA!! FOR OUR ONE YEAR!!!!” she squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. “Well what are you waiting for? Go and get ready!” he laughed

Louis took her hand as the flashes of cameras came closer to the car, along with a few giggling fan girls.  Emma pushed through the people, squeezing Louis’s hand tighter as the people came in closer.  “It’s okay Emma, c’mon!” he smiled, taking her side and guiding her through to the crowd and to the gate.  Louis kissed her forehead and smiled, “Harry will meet you at the San Jose airport, just get on that plane and relax.  You’ll be fine,” he smiled.  Emma hands shook as she pulled him in for a hug and smiled, “Thank you Lou.  I’ll see you when I get back.”
    Emma hopped off the plane, her bag bag in hand as she walked down the airport terminal, grabbing the rest of her luggage and making her way towards the door.  There she noticed a man, holding a sign and her name written in bright red marker.  “Um....hi?” she smiled, extending her hand for a shake, not quite sure if it was the proper thing to do or not.  The man shook her hand and grinned, his mustache tickling his nose. “Hola! My name is Juan, and you are Emma, si?” he asked, taking her bags.  Emma nodded and followed the man to a small black taxi, the windows were dark and almost impossible to look in and out of.  She tied her hair up into a messy bun, trying her hardest to soak in the a/c that blasted in the car.  “So where am I going?” Emma asked, taking out her phone, only to notice that the only message was from Louis, wondering about her flight.  “I was told it was a secret,” Juan smiled into the rearview mirror before looking back at the road.  The resorts they passed were gorgeous and surrounded by miles and miles of fresh blue water.  From what Emma could make out through the thick black foggy windows was the ocean, that went on for miles and the sun that shimmered along the water.  The car stopped and the door flew open, blinding Emma as the bright light hit her face.  “Welcome Miss to the Florblanca Resort,” Juan smiled, taking her hand and helping her out of the car.  Emma waited next to the car, shocked that it wasn’t Harry that helped her out of the car, surprising her.  Juan packed the bags on the cart, and gave them to the bell-hopper, who towed the cart away.  She tipped Juan, thanking him and moved into the lobby.  The front desk was packed with herds of families and newlyweds, waiting to get into their rooms as well.  “Miss?  I can help you here!” smiled a woman, practically waving her down.  Emma jogged over to her, getting there before anyone else could.  “Name?” the woman asked, her fingers already in a waiting position on the keyboard in front of her.  “Umm I’m not sure of what it’s Styles?” she asked, unsure.  She fidgeted though the system and clicked the mouse a few good times before smiling, “Yup! Right here.  Looks like there are two of you!  The first person has already checked in.  Here is your key.  Just follow Marie to your room!  And congratulations!” she smiled as Emma turned away.  Emma waved, putting on a smile that was casually hiding the confusion.  “Congratulations? Congratulations to what?” Emma thought to herself as they walked along the stone road to a small hut, shaded under many lush green surroundings.  Maria grinned and walked up the steps to find a small card on the kitchen counter.  “Went out.  Relax for a while.  There’s a present for you near the hot tub,” read the card, Harry’s writing a little neater than it has ever been before.  Emma giggled to herself and walked around the suite, which was lit perfectly by the sunset.  The whole suite was open and very spacious, and overall, quiet and relaxing.  She entered the master bathroom to find a pink paper shopping bag lying next to the hot tub.  Emma opened the bag to find a aqua colored bikini, gently folded and topped with a light pink ribbon.  She turned on the hot tub and got undressed, pulling the bikini up her body and tied behind her back before hopping in the tub.  The steam and hot water hit her skin, causing a shiver to brush up her spine and her muscles to relax.  “You don’t understand how beautiful you look right now,” spoke a husky, familiar voice from behind her.  Harry dropped a few grocery bags, his black polo untucked and showing a fair amount of skin, due to the number of buttons that had gone missing.  He walked over to the hot tub, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side, doing the same to his jeans.  Emma grabbed her ipod and put it in the radio, turning on Ed Sheeran and leaned back on to Harry’s chest.  “Settle down with me, and I’ll be your safety.  You’ll be my lady...” Harry sang along, kissing her neck softly.  Just as Emma was about to relax, Harry jumped out of the tub, laughing to himself as he grabbed a towel.  “Find something nice to wear, we’re going out tonight,” he smiled grabbing his clothes and running to the bedroom.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...