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Embers

Part 1

Zoey's POV:

"Em, you sure this is good? I'm not under dressed, or overdressed?"
Emmy smiled from her perch on the bed. "It's fine, Zo. Besides, if all else fails, he'll give you his jacket."
I squealed, covering my cheeks as the blush fought to show. "You think he would do that?"
Emmy laughed, kicking her feet back and forth. "Dude, I've known him for almost two years. I may not remember all of it, but I do know that he's a gentleman."
I bit my lip, turning back towards the shoes. "Do you think I should go with heels, or flats?"
Faintly, I heard her stand up. "I think flats, so you could cuddle with him without a problem. Heels would make you his height, maybe taller, and that makes it difficult for a good cuddle with your hubby."
I face grew red at her choice of words. "Emmy!"
She giggled behind me. "I'm teasing. But seriously, go with the flats."
I nodded and grabbed my favorite pair of black flats, slipping them on. I turned around and hugged Emmy tightly. "Thank you so much! You're a life saver," I said, smiling.
She laughed. "I'm not."
I ran my fingers through my hair. "Dude, without you, I would not have this on, and my makeup would not look like this."
A small giggle left her lips. "Okay, fine. But I'm only taking this title once. No more after that!"
I laughed. She could be adorable when she wanted to.
Ding.
My eyes widened, and I looked at the time. 6:59....7:00.
Right on time.
A smile formed on my lips, and I made my way downstairs, Emmy following close behind.
I'm pretty sure I lost her in the kitchen.
Smiling, I opened the door. Niall stood behind it, holding a single red rose. A blush rose onto my cheeks as he took my outfit in, a smile slowly rising on his lips. "You look beautiful."
I bit my lip and looked down shyly. Nobody's ever said that to me before. "Thank you," I murmured, glancing up again.
Niall smiled at me warmly, opening his arms for a hug.

Okay, other than Niall himself, there was nothing I loved more than his hugs.
Instantly, I accepted it, smiling into his shirt. After a few moments, I pulled away and grabbed the rose from him. "I'll put this in some water," I said, smiling gratefully. I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a thin vase off the window sill, placing it inside of it gently and filling it with water. Emmy gave me a thumbs up from the counter, where she was perched, and I smiled at her before making my way back out to Niall.






"Cover your eyes."
I bite my lip and comply as Niall turns the corner and stops the car. I hear his door open and close, and momentarily have a panic attack, only to have it subside with the sound of my own door opening.
A relieved sigh left my lips as he reached over me, pulling the seat belt away. He helped me out and shut my door, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. "You can look now."
My eyes fluttered open. Instantly, I was greeted by a picnic in the middle of a field, with a gorgeous view of a lake. A gasp left my lips, and I turned around to hug Niall. "You did this?" I asked, pulling away and smiling at him.
Niall smiled. "With some help from Paul."
I pulled him into another hug. "It's beautiful," I murmured, pulling away again and tugging him towards the food. "But I'm hungry...let's dig in."
Niall laughed. "And the boys tease me about loving food," he said, following me and swinging our arms back and forth.








Emmy's POV:

Harry hasn't touched me since we found out about the maybe-pregnancy.
In fact, he's stayed in our room and practically ignored me.
Like it's only my fault, and he didn't take part in our actions that could possibly change our lives.
Sighing, I got off of Zoey's counter and slowly made my way towards the door, Harry's keys dangling from my hand.
Yes. I was borrowing his car.
I ran my fingers through my hair and stepped out the door, making sure to lock it from the inside.
Today wasn't my day.

"Emmy! What's the ring on your finger mean?"
"Emmy! Did Harry propose? Is that why you've got a ring?"
I groaned, pushing my way into the house while paparazzi scream questions at me. As soon as I get in, I slam the door shut and slide down it, pulling my knees up to my chest.
"Emmy?"
I look up. Lou Teasdale's face swam in my vision, and I faintly wondered how she got in.
"Harry invited me over for some tea. Would you like some?"
I nodded and stood up, following her into the kitchen. "That'd be great," I murmured, wiping a stray tear away.
Lou nodded and put a kettle on the stove, then turned around. "What's wrong, love?"
The waterworks started up again without my permission. "We forgot protection last night," I whispered, pushing my face into my hands. "We had sex, and forgot the protection."
Lou was quiet for a few seconds. Obviously, she didn't expect my answer to be so blunt and serious. "Oh, babe.." she murmured, wrapping her arms around me. I shook slightly, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill over against my will. "Let it go."

And I did. I threw my arms around her neck, even though she was slightly taller, and started crying. Horrible noises escaped my lips, and I made no attempt to quiet them. "All he's d-done is s-stay in b-bed a-all day," I wailed. "D-didn't say a-anything about the m-maybe child. W-what if h-he doesn't w-want us any-anymore?"
Lou rubbed soothing circles in my back, holding me tightly against her. "Babe, I'm sure he's just in shock. He wouldn't do that to you."
I'd started to hiccup. "But it was an acc-hic-accident. Neither of us anticipated hic that to happen."
Lou nodded. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
I gave her a small nod, pulling back and sitting in one of the chairs at the table.

Harry's POV:

We forgot the protection.
Those four words repeated in my head as I lie in bed, stressing myself. Because of our dumb mistake, Emmy could be pregnant.
And if she was, there was no way in fucking hell she would get an abortion.
I sighed and sat up, running my fingers through my hair just as the door burst open. I flinched at the sudden sound, pursing my lips as Lou Teasdale walked around to sit next to me.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
My blood ran cold. I knew exactly what she was saying. "How did you know?" My voice came out hoarse, and I cringed internally.
"Emmy came back crying. She's scared, Harry. She's fucking scared, and you're not there for her!"
I flinched, pushing my face into my hands. I made her cry. "I don't know what to do.." I mumbled, feeling unwanted tears brim in my eyes. "I don't know what to do, Lou. I'm just as scared as she is!"
A comforting arm slid around my shoulders. "Be there for her. It took two to make this happen, if it did, and it's easiest if two people take care of it."
I nodded. "But how? Neither of us know what to do.."
Lou gave my shoulders a light squeeze. "Schedule a doctors appointment for next week. Have your private doctor come over, so it's not all over the news, and rumors aren't spreading."
I nodded, grateful she'd already had her baby and knew more about this then I did. "Okay. I'll call you when it's over, alright?"
Lou gave me a comforting smile. "If you didn't call me, I'd come here and stay here with Lux until you told me the results."
I let out a choked laugh. "How is Lux?"
Lou smiled at the mention of her daughter. "She's fine. Now, go talk to Emmy. She's the one who might be pregnant, not you."
I laughed quietly. "That would be quiet the sight. Thanks."
Lou nodded and got up, making her way out the door. "Oh, and Harry?"
I looked up.
"Take care of her. Okay?"
I gave her a confused smile and nodded, looking at my hands. As soon as she left, I put on boxers, sweats, and my old Rolling Stones shirt. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door quietly and made my way into the kitchen. Emmy was sitting at the table, her eyes blood-shot. The little makeup she'd put on was smeared around her eyes.
My heart ached. A small tear slid down her cheek, and she mumbled something incoherent.
Instantly, I made my way towards her, wrapping my arms around her the best I could standing up while she was sitting. "I love you so much," I whispered, tucking my face into her neck.
Emmy shivered slightly and leaned back against me. "What if I am pregnant? Would you love me then?" she whispered back.
I pressed my lips to her shoulder. "I'd love you more than anything."
Emmy sighed, grabbing one of my hands. "I'm so scared."
I pressed another kiss to her shoulder. "I know. I am too. Lou told me I should have the private doctor come over next week."
She nodded and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "You have interviews all next week."
I paused. Shit. "I'll cancel them."
She shook her head. "No. You go to them...Lou or Zoey could come over to support me."
I hesitated before nodding. "Just...whatever happens, if you are pregnant...no abortions."
She turned to look at me. "Abortion? I'll die before that happens."
I gave her a faint smile, happy we were on the same page. "Good. No dying though."
Emmy giggled, pressing a kiss to my lips. "I love you."
I smiled more, leaning into the kiss when she wanted to pull away. "I love you more, though."

Emmy smiled and stood up, throwing her arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around her waist and lifted slightly, signalling I wanted her to jump.
When she did, I held her against me and walked to the couch, sitting down carefully, so we wouldn't fall. "Say we have a girl.." I murmured, pressing my lips to her collarbone gently. "I quite like the name Darcy."
Emmy bit her lip. "Darcy Anne Styles. After your mum."
I smiled against her. "It's perfect."
She giggled. "What if we have a boy? I like the name Luke, you know. Luke Andrew Styles.."
I smiled more. "Or maybe two girls. Darcy and..Cassidy."
She bit her lip. "Or maybe two boys," she countered, smirking at me slightly. "Luke and Kian."
I laughed. "What if we had-"
My remark was cut short by her lips, pressing hard against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly and pulled her closer, earning a low, barely audible moan from her.

"Dude, why do one of us boys always come in on you two snogging?"
I pulled away and looked up. This time, instead of Niall, Louis was standing there, beer in hand.
A laugh escaped my lips. "Sorry, mate."
Emmy groaned and shoved her face into my neck, shaking her head gently. I gripped her waist gently, resting my chin on her shoulder as Louis flipped me the bird and walked out, mumbling something about knocking the next time he came by.

Notes

Yay! :D we're over 2,000 views!!! :)) I'm so happy ^-^
So yeah :) This is part one of Zoey's date with Niall ^-^ Any suggestions for their ship name? :)
And do you think Emmy's prego? :)) Yes? No?? Maybe so??? Lol :D

Sorry if any of my writing seemed off from my other chapters :) I've recently just broke up with my boyfriend, and it's not easy for me </3
~Bambii xx

Ps:



..it's not fair that he's doing something normal by drinking water and still looking hot xD wtf Hazza Boo :)

Comments

Can you please put Flames on here? I am only allowed in the computer at school and the website is blocked. If you could, it would be awesome.

Love, AngeliaBoo2

@Mandm1234

We will see who is right! Since it's my character that this story will be all about I can't give any hints. But lets just say it will be a good read.

@sirenastyles

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6/15/14

Zoell

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6/15/14

I can't wait

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6/15/14

I had the reaction. From chapter six when I saw you and I.


#Funny

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6/13/14