Emma's Point of View

I love music. Not just the band that Niall is in. But all of it. Every song that I listened to gave me joy. I felt normal and whole and I felt like the world was a safe place to be.

I felt happy.

Song after song played, and I loved every minute of each song. The music was now something I craved. Something I needed. Something I didn't know I needed, but now I wonder how I lived without. It was calming, and I didn't feel as scared when the plane faced the ground and landed. I felt safe. I felt cared for. Niall had given me an amazing gift, and I don't even know if he realized it.

Niall made me keep the earbuds in as we walked off of the plane, all through the airport until we made it into the car waiting for us. Good thing he did, because his fans were all over us and loud as can be. But I wasn't as scared. The music soothed me. I could see some girls were less than pleased to see me at Niall's side, but I didn't think much of it.

Once we were buckled in the car, Niall took the earbuds out.

"So how did you like it?" He asked shyly.

I stared at him for a second, trying to collect my thoughts. But I couldn't come up with a coherent thought to describe my love and passion for the beauty of music.

Niall's face changed from hopeful to concerned. He reached for my far and before I could react, he wiped tears off of my cheeks that I hadn't noticed falling.

"Was it bad?" He pressed quietly.

I shook my head and tried to explain.

"It was... the music, it... I just... It felt. I felt-" I broke off and stared at the floor of the car, my face burning.

Niall's hands gently turned my face to his.

"Did you like it?" He whispered.

"I loved it," I whispered back.

A huge smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, Emma," Niall sighed, holding his arms out to me. I cautiously scooted closer and laid my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me, and I surprised us both in not pulling away.

"I'm glad you're my girlfriend," Niall murmured into my hair. I snuggled closer in response. He chuckled and rested his head on mine. We sat like this the whole way to the hotel.

As we were getting out of the car, Niall said quickly, "Oh, I hope you don't mind, my band is gonna be there too."

And with that, he grasped my hand and pulled me inside the hotel. Into the elevator. Out of the elevator. Down the hall. In front of a door. I most definitely was shaking now. Finding it hard to breathe as well. Niall glanced at me and did a double take.

"Emma, are you okay?" He asked, his eyes wide and concerned.

I nodded and gestured toward the door, but he ignored that.

"Are you sure? You're even paler than normal and you're shaking like a leaf," he said, taking hold of my shoulders.

"Let's just go in," I whispered.

Niall eyed me for a minute, but finally knocked on the door. It was answered by a black haired guy. He stared at me for what seemed like ages before Niall cleared his throat.

"Right. Hey, Niall," the man said, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

"How's it goin', Zayn," Niall replied, leading me inside.

"Good... Who's that you got there?" He asked.

"My girlfriend," Niall said proudly, smiling widely. Zayn blinked and stared. And then he nodded and walked away. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, wondering if I had already done something wrong.
Niall looked at me reassuringly, and said, "He's usually quiet, don't worry."

I squeezed his hand and he led me into a bigger room.

"GOTCHA!" A voice screamed, making Niall start, and sending me flying against the wall, hugging myself, my chest heaving and my stomach churning. The room began to spin and a loud noise filled my ears. I tightly shut my eyes and clamped my hands over my ears, hoping to save my sanity. There was a crushing weight on my chest and I couldn't move.

I felt faint and everything was growing louder and brighter and suddenly there was a hand on the small of my back. I jerked away and opened my eyes. Niall.

He slowly reached to me once more and I didn't move. Everything else remained still. He pried my hands from my ears, and wrapped me in his arms.

"It was just Louis," he gently said in my ear. "It's okay. Breathe."

The world became normal again, and I stepped out of Niall's protection to greet the sight before me.

Zayn was standing frozen by the phone, his fingers poised to dial. The man I presumed was Louis was shifting uncomfortably from side to side, his face red. Another man was sitting back down on a couch, and resuming a football game.

There was a long awkward pause before the man I think is Louis cleared his throat and stuck his hand out, saying,"Sorry. My name is Louis."

I gingerly shook his hand and remained silent.

"I'm Liam," I heard from the couch, followed by, "Zayn."

Four? I thought to myself. Harry. Harry is missing. I can still get out.

Eventually we migrated from standing everywhere to gathered in the general area of the couch, watching the football game with Liam.

And the door opened.

My body tensed, and Niall glanced at me, concerned. He laced his fingers through mine and smiled softly.

"Hello, boys," a voice said. I looked up to see someone that wasn't Harry.

"Hey, Paul," they all chorused.

Paul then continued talking to them about some calendar events and changes, and I understood none of it. Then Paul seemed to notice me.

"Who is this?" He said, smiling.

"This is Emma," Niall said. "She's my girlfriend."

Paul blinked and smiled wider. He walked over to me and held out his hand. Shaking my hand, he said, "I'm Paul. I'm head of security for the boys."

I politely smiled and took my hand back as soon as possible. I needed to get out of here.

As I was struggling to my feet, the door opened once more.

Oh no.

Notes

Guess who's back... Back again... Sort of.........

please don't hate me I know I disappeared. I can't really give you a good reason other than life. Life happens and things happen and suddenly I hated writing for other people, I only wanted to write for me. I think I'm recovering but honestly, new chapters are gonna be a little spread out. I don't have much time anymore and I really don't want to hate writing again. It was a scary time and I'm glad that I'm enjoying it again.

i just wanted to say thanks to anyone who actually is still reading this. I'm an awful author, I'm sorry. But I'm happy you're here. Gives me more reason to stay. Thanks again, and hopefully I'll be back with a new chapter soon!