'I stop and stare as I glance out of the window,

All those faces of the people that I'll never know,

All I'm waiting for is the time I get to come back home,

Back home to you.'

My voice wavers in it's vibrato as I delicately finish the final chorus of the song. I got a call the other day from Julian, one of the lads song writers. Apparently Harry had told him that I'm a very keen songwriter and therefore he was wondering if I could produce a song for him to listen to; if he and the rest of his team apporves of it, then they may consider using it for the lads' new album. As of now I have compiled about four songs for them to listen to and scrutinise, my reasoning behind this is, if they aren't happy with the first song there are still three others there as a back-up. Although to be honest, it won't really make much difference if I write a song for the lads album because it's not something I take seriously, I write songs as a hobby and if people decide to use them then great, but I wouldnt be offended if they didn't.

Oh, and just if you were wondering, Hayley and Niall are perfectly happy once again. Although I think everyone kind of knew that's how it was going to turn out. According to Harry, Niall was sulking for all of two days, whilst I witnessed Hayley make seventeen rounds of lightley made toast over those same two days. Personally, I think it was her way of 'taking a stand', it was actually quite ammusing; I had to brush up on my acting skills so I didn't burst out laughing and blow my whole 'this is a really serious argument' cover.

Speaking of acting that reminds me, I haven't spoken to Liz very much lately, she probably hates me. I should really give her a call.

Gemma walks sleepily through the living room and into the kitchen, she has decided to stay with me for a few days considering my new lone status. I don't mind really, it's nice to have the company. Without Harry here and not having work as a distraction I spend most of the hours in a day talking to Comet and Zaz, and to an outsider that looks extremely strange. Danielle, Hayles, Eleanor, Sophia and Gemma all work the average eight hours during the day and then are too exhausted to do anything but eat and sleep afterwards, I don't blame them, I remember the feeling. However, when I was acting my days could go up to twelve hours due to the appropriate daylight we needed for specific scenes, though it made the process a lot quicker.

I miss work beyond belief, I love acting, it's my passion and I haven't really realised how difficult it has been to stay away until now, seeing everyone so busy with work makes me want to go back even more. During my final thearpy session Dr Carter did say that she didn't want me returning to work straight away, though I feel a lot better and more capable now; I'm walking perfectly, I climb the stairs without fail, I take Comet and Zaz for walks without any problems and I've been doing fairly okay since Harry left... Maybe one or two slip ups emotionally... But I'm proud of myself and my accomplishments. I'm slowly but surely returning back to my old life and I couldn't be happier.

I stifle a laugh as Gemma plonks down beside me on the couch, her head resting tiredly against my left arm as I type an email to Julian, attaching the four audios of the songs and pressing send. I glance down at my sister in law, she's already changed into her pj's and is stuffing her face with jam doughnuts; my lips purse and I envy her, grasping her hand and pulling it up so I can take a bite of the doughnut. It tastes amazing.

"What are you watcing?" She asks noncholauntely to my actions and glances sideways at the tv. I look up, I'm not really watching anything.

"Nothing. It's just background noise." Gemma nods understandably and finishes her doughnut. I close the laptop that sits on my knee and my mind wanders. I'm feeling a little bit hungry, what should we have for dinner? "What do you want for dinner Gem?"

"Hopefully something pasta based, I'm so hungry, I want something filling."

"Hmm.." I pause allowing my mind to wander through all the possibilities. "How about either Spaghetti with herbed Ricotta and garlic or Spaghetti with bacon, percorino and fried egg?" I ask knowing I have made both of those dishes before and could probably make them again.

"So we're having Spaghetti then?" She asks.

"We don't have to. I'll get the cook book out." I stand knowing she was joking but decide to go along with it anyway.

"No, it's fine," she begs hoping to not have offended me. As I stand her hands grab hold of my left leg and she tightens her grip, not letting me go; I attempt to move a little bit and fail, simply dragging her an inch off the couch.

"Gemma be careful or you're going to fall." I warm her with a laugh but she refuses to move. Just as stubborn as her brother.

"No Em's it's fine, we'll have one of the things you mentioned, I'm happy with either." I move further and she inches closer and closer to the edge. My laughter is contagious, free-flowing and unstoppable. Her laughter soars as does mine and she loses her balance, thudding straight onto the floor. Gemma's laugh grows incesantly but she does not loosen her hold on my leg.

"Gemma, I'm getting the cookbook. You're my guest and I want you to have a nice meal." My reasoning is pointless, and therefore I eventually stagger into the kitchen and retrieve the cookbook. "We can have anything you want in here Gem, just pick."

Childishly, she pulls me down so I sit beside her lying figure on the floor, she rolls onto her back and takes the thick cookbook from my grasp raking her eyes over the various pictures and names of dishes to decide.

•••

We ordered pizza.

After deciding that there was nothing in the cookbook that we liked, and spending about fifteen minutes browsing the internet we decided to 'stumble' upon a website that allowed us to order a huge pizza, some wedges, garlic bread and get a can for free. Therefore as typical hugry women, we accepted the inevitable and ordered pizza. "It said twenty to twenty five minutes! It's been half an hour! It's like they know I'm hungry and they're purposefully tortoring me!" Gemma whines and wriggles on the sofa.

The doorbell rings and she jumps up, her eyes staring widely at the hallway, I really wouldn't be surprise if she ran to the door and scolded the poor delivery man. With that in mind I stop her before she can even begin to move, "Gemma! Stop.You're in your pj's. I'll get it."

She stops and sits down without a word. I let out a small sigh and grab my purse, strolling hurriedly towards the front door. I swing it open and am met with a young teenage boy, probably about nineteen, standing in the cold shivering. I imediately sympathise with him, today's weather hasn't really been a blessing; we've had strong winds and harsh rain throughout the entire day. Contrary to most people, I actually enjoy the rain as you all probably know, because it's one of the few things humans can't change. It's pure and natural. Even though it can cause disasters and chaos, an individual droplet can be the most beautiful and innocent thing in the world.

I blink back to reality and realise that his eyes are now wide and disbelieving. "Come on in a second sweetie," I smile warmly and stand aside so he can walk in. I know that the warmth of the house hits him automatically as he sighs in relief, he must have been freezing out there in that weather. "Are you in a car or on a motorbike?" I question softly, shutting the front door so it's only open ajar.

"Err... motorbike." His voice is somewhat hoarse and rough, almost in shock.

I nod and take our orders from his grasp knowing that Gemma will combust into flames if I don't give them to her soon. "I'll be right back..." I pause so he can finish my sentence with his name.

"Stuart." He answers with a gaping mouth.

"Well Stuart, I won't be long." I inform him, taking the order straight into the living room and passing it to an eagerly awaiting Gemma. "I'll be back in a sec Gem." I inform her and head back through the hall where Stuart waits, and then up the staircase to the airing cupboard pulling out a large fluffy dark green towel. I stroll carefully down the stairs, the towel draped over my right shoulder as my other hand grips the handrail tightly.

As I reach the second to last step my foot slips and I fall backwards, landing on my lower back and then sliding the short distance to the bottom, landing on my caramel coloured carpet. I inhale a sharp breath through my teeth and attempt to conceal my pain, knowing that Stuart is stood observing my every move from his position in the hallway. Gemma bursts through the living room door, "Em's you okay?!" she asks caringly, her voice soft and gentle as she rushes to my side clearly having heard my small unladylike tumble.

"I'm fine Gem, just a minor fall. I'll survive." My voice wavers as I joke, attempting to smile through the sharp aching pain in my lower back.

She aids me to my feet and I look at Stuart, his face still resembling one of shock. "Here," I offer the towel.

"Oh no, I couldn't take that, but thank you though." His smile is grateful and polite, although he doesn't quite understand my gesture.

"Staurt," I start, staring deeply and genuinely into his brown eyes, "You don't really have a choice." My hands fold the towel neatly and place it into his shivering hands. He takes the towel and the correct amount of money for the pizza, thanking me one final time.

"I really do appreciate it seriously, it's so nice." His speech is a lot more calm than it was before, although he was barely speaking so I say it's a major improvement. He looks at me shyly and I can already tell what he's thinking, "I'm a big fan of yours, I think you're really talented." He smiles.

"Thank you very much."

"And I'm really sorry to hear about your baby," I freeze, it's not exactly a topic I'm most confident at speaking about. I think he catches on to my now stone like stance and uncomfortable demeanour so he elaberates further. "I think you're really strong and brave considering what you've been through, and you look amazing." He blurts absentmidedly.

My eyebrow raises in question, "sorry, that came out wrong. I just think you're glowing." He squirms under my stare. "W-well not that you glow per say... but..."

My facial expression softens at his stuttering speech, I know what he's trying to say. "Thank you," I halt him from any further self-inflicted embarrassment. "Would you like a picture Stuart?" I ask and he nods straight away. It's only now when he fishes for his phone that I notice Gemma's disappearence; after taking a few photos with Stuart and signing two autograph's for his eleven and fifteen year old sisters, and being informed that one of their birthdays is coming up, Gemma re-enters the hallway with her phone in hand, speaker on at the ready.

"Hey pal, you hitting on my wife?" I roll my eyes at my husbands attempted 'bad boy' voice that he is convinced is perfect for scaring off unwanted flirting men.

Staurt stutters at Harry's voice and immediately blushes. "No sir."

"Oh, he called me 'sir', no-ones ever called me that before," Harry pauses and I chuckle at his soft change of tone, "I like it." He finishes after little consideration. "I'm only joking pal, it's alright I don't blame you, she's gorgeous, I'm extremely lucky." My teeth take a light hold of my bottom lip, he never fails to make me blush. It's like the first day we met, he's such a charmer. "Anyway, may I have a word with my wife?" Harry asks very politely as always.

"Yes, sorry. Thank you again Mrs Styles."

I nod graciously, "You're very welcome Staurt. Take care of yourself." I open the front door and watch as he wraps the towel around himself, keeping in his body heat from London's brisk evening air. "What's up Harry?" I question, following Gemma and her phone into the living room to eat our dinner.

"Well Julian wanted to talk to you about the songs you emailed over to him but you haven't been answering your phone." He informs me of his call. "And also, what's this about you falling over on the stairs? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" I glare at Gemma, Harry get's extremely possessive over me and everyone seems to know that now, although when something small happens he makes a big deal out of it. It was a little fall, nothing to worry about.

"I'm fine Harry, it was just a little tumble that's all. Put Julian on."

"But... I..."

"Hello Emma," Harry is interrupted by Julian's familiar and chirpy voice. "I just wanted to let you know that me and my team listened to the songs and we like the last two so we're going to go ahead and use them."

My heart warms, "I'm glad you guys like them."

"We did, thanks again for this Em's. We'll have to get together after the tour. You're a good songwriter."

"Thanks again Julian." He utters a small goodbye and leaves me with my paranoid husband.

"So was it your back or your bum that you landed on?"

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