Going For A Jog

Emma West is just your average 17 year old girl. She loves One Direction. She is insecure about herself. She likes doing her hair and make up. She is out jogging one day when something completely unexpected happens!


16. I Would

I wanted to fall asleep. But I didn't want to at the same time. You know? Well, I am not even tired. All I have done these last couple of days is slept. Not really but that's what it felt like. I didn't move because I didn't want to talk to them, so they must have thought I fell asleep or something because they started talking. "Lads, she isn't going to wear the clothes that we bought her. She isn't one of those girls." That was Louis talking I think. I heard someone sigh. "I tried to tell you that." It was Liam talking now. Did they really think I was a slut? I don't care what they think about me but this kinda hurt my feelings. "I know, mate. We should have listened to you but, I figured that she would wear them because they were the only thing in the closet but she found the sweats and sweatshirt." Ha! I wouldn't wear those clothes. I hate my body, why would I exploit it? "When are you going to tell her, Li?" Tell me what? Could you possibly just say it aloud because otherwise it will kill me trying to figure it out. "I'm not sure yet mate. But remember no one is allowed to date her." First of all, what the hell? What is it that he knows that would enable him to be able who I can and can't date? And I wouldn't date any of them anyways. They fucking kidnapped me. Does no one seem to remember that? Guess not... They are all great, I mean, they are One Direction and they did save my life. But they did kidnap me. Besides, I am 17 and they are all at least two years older than me. Harry is 19, not that I would date him. I mean he is Harry Styles and I used to dream about all of them but they kidnapped me. And frankly he is scaring me a bit with this princess shit. Niall is 20 and so adorable, if we met under different circumstances, then maybe we could get to know each other in that sense. I always used to say that we are perfect for each other. And being around him has just proved me right. Ha, just wait until I get home and tell my cousin. We always used to talk about how perfect we were for each other... Anyways! Liam is 20 and I always used to think he was hot. Well, to be honest, I still do. They are all hot beyond compare. I wish people at my school looked like the One Direction boys. But he is all secretive and isn't telling me something. And I don't know what it is and I am nosing so that bugs me. Zayn is 20, and of course he is smokin' but same as Harry. He is calling me princess and I don't know... But Louis is 22 and is a sweet guy. And of course he is hot but he is more of a best friend rather than a boyfriend. What the hell am I saying? They are not my friends! How many times do I have to keep telling myself that? By the time I tune back into the conversation, they are done talking about me and are talking about the new album. I decide it is time to 'wake-up'. So I start to stir and move around and eventually I open my eyes and fake yawn. I pretend that I don't notice them and then all of a sudden see them. I raise my eyebrows, "Umm... Why are you in the bed with me?" They look at each other, "We wanted to make sure you didn't do anything you would regret." Louis finally told me. Ohhh, that actually makes sense. "Oh okay. Um.. thanks. I guess." They all nod and make no move to get up. "Um.. So can we get different clothes or something? Because as long as I am here, I don't want to wear the same sweats and sweatshirt. And I sure as hell don't plan on wearing those scraps of cloth you bought." I don't plan on being here long but they don't need to know that. They deserve to spend money on me. "I'LL GO SHOPPING FOR YOU!" Louis yells in my ear. I glare at him. "Oops! Sorry Em! I'll go shopping for you. I happen to have an excellent fashion sense!" I laugh and then nod. "Ok Lou. That sounds great." I smile at him. They must have been shocked that I called him Lou. Whatever. Louis is too much of a mouthful to say and I am okay with Lou. He smiles back at me, like he is happy that I called him Lou. "Harry, Zayn. You guys come with me. I will need you to carry the bags." Lou tells them bossily and then he walks out of the room with Harry and Zayn following him closely behind. It was silent for a couple of minutes and then we heard the front door open and close and then a car start and drive off and then it was quiet again. It was now just me, Liam, and Niall sitting on the bed. I looked at them and then said, "So... can i have my iPod back?" Niall looked at Liam so I did too. He hesitated for a minute and then nodded, he got up and went somewhere else in the house. Probably to get my iPod. "And then there were two.." I said. And I think Niall just about lost it. By the way he was laughing, you would have thought I said something really funny. And this is why I think we would be perfect for each other. God I need to stop thinking like that. No guys have ever liked me before, why would they start now? "So... I am hungry!" He looked at me and then, "Me too!" Then we raced downstairs to get food. When we crashed into the kitchen I was first and I turned around to gloat, and he grabbed me around my waist and threw me over his shoulder. Then he carried me into the living room and we were both laughing and sat me on the couch and sat next to me. We were leaning in towards each other when I realized what was happening. I pulled away, ran up the stairs, and into my room. I closed the door and locked it. Then I sat down against the door and put my head in my hands. 

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