Emma's Point of View

One Direction appeared on the stage. A catchy tune started, and I found it hard to restrain myself from dancing around. Luke pulled me into the crowd by my wrist, smiling. I blinked back tears of pain for a second, and then joined the crowd in their frenzied movement.

The entire song, Niall followed me with his eyes. He almost fell off of the stage. I didn't understand.

Why would he be so... Enamored... With me?

One Direction sang a few other songs, and then went backstage to grab their masks and finally enjoy the party. Other music began to play, and I found myself caught in the arms of someone other than Luke. Not that I was attached to Luke now, but he was the only person to introduce himself, and he seemed really nice.

In the pause between songs, I turned to this person, and said, "Hi."

"Hi yourself," the man replied in a curiously familiar accent.

A new song started, and the man smiled. "I like this song. Will you dance with me?"

"Sure... I guess."

The man I was dancing with sang along with the music.

"What song is this?" I asked curiously.

The man looked at me for a moment before replying, "Bad by The Cab."

I nodded, and we proceeded to dance.

"You think you could be bad?" The man asked halfway through the song.

"Oh, I don't know. I suppose if I tried..." I replied.

He laughed and spun me around, holding me close, softly whispering the lyrics in my ear.

"How about now? Feeling bad yet?" The man asked a few moments later.

"I know I'd be really good at not answering the phone, that's for sure," I laughed awkwardly, trying to rid myself of strange and unfamiliar feelings.

The man smiled and began to lead me out of the building.

"W-where are we going?" I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. I prepared myself to scream and run.

"Don't worry," he said, turning his head slightly so he could talk in my direction. "Just outside."

He opened a door leading outside. He laced his fingers through mine, and found a bench near a park. I snatched my hand away as soon as he let it go, and sat on the very edge of he bench, nervously rubbing my hands together.

"I want to get to know you. I'm not sure why, but I feel it in my heart, and I follow my heart," the man said.
"Take of your mask, please."

I slowly undid the tie in the back, and pulled it away from my face. The man took in a sharp breath and touched a hand to my cheek. Then he slightly shook his head and quickly placed his hand in his lap.

"Will you take off your mask?" I asked timidly. "I'd like to see who I'm talking to."

The man froze. "Please don't go crazy. Or hurt me or anything. Please," he said quickly.

I quirked an eyebrow, but nodded. He slipped his mask off. Niall.

I sat silently for a moment, studying his face. There was something about him that was almost magical. His face was beautiful, I won't lie. His bright blue eyes were framed by long eyelashes. His lips were a becoming shade of pink, and when he smiled, it made his whole face light up.

"Why would I go crazy? Or hurt you for any matter," I said softly.

Niall turned red and mumbled something that sounded like, "When I saw you before the party and all, you looked like you were going to murder me or something. I don't know... I guess I was just intrigued."

I sat still, thinking about when he would have seen me before the party, before it hit me. Right after that girl slapped me. I nodded and remained silent.

"I'd still like to get to know you, if that's alright," Niall said, sitting down closer to me.

I swallowed thickly and nodded, leaning away slightly.

"I'm Niall James Horan. What's your name?" He asked, noticing my discomfort and shifting back a few inches.

"Emma Drews," I answered stiffly, wondering what was wrong with me, giving my name to people I didn't know.

"No middle name?" Niall asked curiously.

"I have a middle name," I replied, staring at the sparkly concrete at my feet.

Niall waited for a moment before slowly saying, "Okay. It's your turn now. Ask a question. Anything."

"Umm... I guess... Ah... Oh. How old are you?" I asked, glad to have found something to ask him.

"I turned eighteen a couple months ago. What about you?" Niall said, turning my own question upon me.

"I'm seventeen," I shakily whispered.

"As of?" Niall reached, trying to grasp more information about me.

"Today," I murmured, mentally killing myself over and over.

"Oh! Happy birthday, Emma!" He gasped.

"Thanks, Niall."

This line of questioning went on until I knew all about him, and his family. I knew where his accent was from; Ireland, and I now knew the names of his bandmates, and the dispositions of each. He, however had to dig deeper to find out about me. And even then, I could tell he wasn't satisfied with most of my very vague answers.

"Well, I should probably get going, Niall. Thanks for taking time to talk to me, it was... It was nice. I really enjoyed it," I said after my twentieth unsatisfactory answer.

"Oh. No problem. I enjoyed it too! Can I have your number?" He asked hopefully.

"Umm... I don't really... Have one," I mumbled.

Niall stepped closer until our breath mixed. His hand slowly slid down my side until it reached my waist.

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly in my ear.

I nodded, my heart pounding.

Niall kissed me. His other hand rested on my shoulder, then my neck, and then my hair. He tilted my head, and kissed me even harder.

Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, I managed to put my hands on his chest, and feeling his quick heartbeat, I pushed away. Niall looked around bewilderedly until his gaze landed on me.

I backed up, shaking my head. "No. I won't be one of those girls," I spat, tears filling my eyes. I spun around and walked to the day care as fast as I could. And as much as I tried to ignore it, I was aware of the Irish boy following me.

Niall's Point of View

There was no way I was just going to let her disappear. I couldn't help myself.

She was like coming home after tour, like seeing family. Just looking at her made me happy. And maybe, just maybe, I would do the same to her. There was something about her that made me feel like I was dreaming.

She was beautiful. Her blue eyes were lighter in the light of the street lamp than in dimming sunlight of our first encounter. Her lips were full and turned naturally up in a slight, Mona Lisa-type smile. And, oh, how I loved walking behind her. She knew how to walk in heels and a short dress, that's for sure.
For some reason, she didn't seem to enjoy answering my questions. It was like she didn't want me to know anything about her. Or, I thought to myself. She was nervous about being questioned repeatedly by a boy she just barely met. It made sense. The only things I got out of her were her name, her age, and she lived about twenty minutes away, in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. I should ask Harry about her.

I followed Emma all the way to a day care.

Notes

Yet another edited chapter... Sorry if I'm getting your hopes up