Emma's Point of View

I burst into the daycare, tears filling my eyes.

"Mary!" I shouted.

Mary rushed over, smiling. "How was it, Emma?" She inquired.

"There was this really cute guy who talked to me, and we danced, and then there was another really cute guy who took me outside to get to know me because he felt it in his heart, and the we talked, and then he kissed me, and he followed me here, and I'm so confused, I don't know what to do!" I sputtered in one breath, trying to remember how to breathe.

Mary led me to the bathroom, and shoved me into a stall before handing me my clothes over the top.

"What were their names?" Mary asked carefully.

"Umm... Luke Hemmings... And Niall James Horan," I replied, pulling my shirt over my head.

I walked out of the stall completely dressed and holding the dress and heels. "Here, Mary," I handed her the clothing and walked over to the sink, and began scrubbing my face.

Mary came behind me and took out the bobby pins from my hair. She began softly brushing my hair, trying to undo the curls. I wiped my face clean for the last time and turned to her, sniffling. "Mary," I whispered.

"Hmm?" She replied.

"Niall's outside of the daycare, I think."

Her eyes grew wide, and she blinked. "Oh."

I nodded, gathering my hair together, and tying a rubber band in it.

Mary looked at the ground before smiling and looking back at me. "I'm going to go talk to him," she said. "Continue taking off everything Feliciy would disapprove of."

Mary disappeared out of the bathroom, and I took a shuddery breath.

Niall's Point of View

I sat on the concrete sidewalk outside of the daycare. Running my fingers through my hair, I tried to think of what I would say when Emma came out of the building.

Suddenly, the door opened. I scrambled to my feet and turne to see a woman. A woman who wasn't Emma.

"Oh, my. She was serious," the woman gasped. She cleared her throat, and stuck her hand out. "Mary Feld," she plainly introduced herself.

"Hi," I said, shaking her outstretched hand. "Is Emma in there?"

Mary Feld grinned and answered, "Yeah."

"Can I see her?" I impatiently asked.

"Nope," Mary replied, grinning even wider.

"Why not?" I questioned, feeling panic rising in my stomach.

"She'll come out when she's ready," Mary answered firmly.

"Ready for what?"

"Ready to go home," Mary said, shaking her head. The door opened. "Ah, here she is."

Emma walked out of the door, and if it was possible, she looked even more beautiful, wearing jeans, a faded T-shirt, tennis shoes, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her face was cleared of makeup, and she was wiping tears from her eyes.

She looked up, and her step faltered when she saw me. I smiled, and glanced at Mary before walking to Emma. Emma was nervously staring at her shoes and twisting her fingers together. I gently took her hands and lifted her chin so she was looking at me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mary sneak back inside, and smiled. I liked that woman.

"Why did you follow me?" Emma asks softly.

"I couldn't let you walk home alone in the dark! It's dangerous," I replied incredulously.

Emma briefly smiled before glancing again at the ground.

Looking around, I asked her, "Why did you come here?"

Emma hesitated before answering, "I work here."

"So... I could visit you here?" I asked softly.

"No!" Emma shouted, backing away quickly, shaking her head emphatically.

"Why not?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be good for me. Or you. Just... Don't. Please," she begged. I nodded, forcing myself to agree with her.

We stood in silence before I asked her, "Do you know Harry Styles?"

"Isn't he one of your friends in your band?"

"Well, yeah. But he's also from Holmes Chapel."

"I'm not sure. What does he look like?"

"Good skin, green eyes, curly brown hair, a bit cheeky, worked in a bakery..." I trailed off as I saw Emma's mouth part, and her knees grow weak.

Emma's Point of View

How? Why?

As I felt myself slipping away, I caught a glance at Niall's helpless expression.

I saw a red pladd shirt and a black scarf. The black scarf was tied over my eyes. I felt the curly brown hair of two years ago.

Notes

I'm almost positive this is my last edited chapter of tonight, so I'm just going to explain myself now.

I told y'all in an authors note about a week and a half ago that I was getting some help with my story, but something went wrong, and I couldn't get to one of my chapters. So, I had to delete all of them (actually most) and then update with the edited chapters.

I'm sorry if I've confused anyone or gotten your hopes up... I have two more chapters to edit, and the. I promise, promise, promise, I will try my hardest to write a long chapter just for y'all.

Thank you for your patience, and putting up with my very long, spaced out updates.

-PickNandos