I called Liz. She doesn't hate me, if anything she was completely understanding on the phone. Apparently everyone in the media has been really touched by my story; Liz also tells me that I've gotten a lot of calls from well known directors and casting people for excusive roles. Furthermore, I have been nomiated for two awards; Favourite movie actress and Best actress in leading role for my latest film. It's safe to say I was thoroughly suprised hearing all of this. I thought that a lot of people would hate me right now and the phone would be dead, but it seems people have a lot more respect for me - which I can't seem to understand why.

Zayn sent me an audio yesterday of Liam in the recording booth, I was a bit confused at first when I opened it but the moment I heard Liam's wonderful voice singing one of my songs, I understood the reasoning behind it. Knowing that the lads are singing one of my songs is actually really exciting; one of the most well known and talented bands in the world is singing a song that I wrote, and what's better is, I'm married to one of them. My entire life is bliss in comparrison to others and it makes me want to make a difference.

Oh, and I spoke to Dr Carter too who has said it's fine that I go back to work. The only person I needed to convince was Harry. His idea of me getting better is staying inside and 'relaxing', but how can you relax when you're so bored? That's what it is, day in and day out, just constant boredom. Now that Gemma is sleeping at her place again, I really have nothing to do in the evenings. My biggest thrill in the day is the hour I get to go outside to take Comet for a walk.

Today is my first work based event and I'm really excited about it, because it means that I also get to see someone I haven't seen in ages.

Alex, one of my security guards, parks up carefully ouside of the building being sure not to bump in to any screaming fans. He jumps out and politely asks the fans to stand back, then opens my door; my ears burst at the shrills and screams the fans make, all of them jumping on the spot as I get out of the car and wave to them.

It doesnt take me long to sign a few autographs and take some pictures before I have to make my way into the building and up to studio seven. The route is so familiar, I haven't been here in so long. Fond memories crawl back into my mind, so many smiles and laughs in this bulding and down this corridor. Gosh I remember the first time I walked down this corridor, having only just turned twenty after my first big break. Now that I think about it, it wasn't that long ago, three years in fact.

Alex walks closely behind me, and my phone dings as I reach for the door - I unlock it and glance at the message, inside is a small video from Niall of Harry eating some cereal. It's three in the morning over there, why is he eating cereal?

Niall: He's thinking of you.

I giggle at the text message, already sensing Niall's sarcastic tone. Harry's expression is clearly one of concentrated hunger and sleepiness; I'm guessing he woke up not that long ago and is devouring his breakfast before a hard days work. Poor thing. He is so oblivious to Niall's secret filming, it's actually quite amusing really.

Me: Of course he is. I'm thinking of him too. Miss you all x

My answer is symmetrically sarcastic and I chuckle at it. Alex clears his throat and I glance up at him expectantly, he looks down at me in minor shock and similar expectation. "Sorry," he starts, patting his neck lightly. "Bad cough."

I reach into my shoulder bag and pull out a tissue and some throat lozenges, handing both items to Alex. One side of his mouth quirks up in a thankful gesture and he gratefully takes the objects from me, immediately placing a lemon lozenge into his mouth. "I always carry them. They're Harry's favourites." I inform him in remembrance, recalling back to the time when Harry told me why they were his favourites.

Harry and I walk beside each other down the aisle towards the tills, we had to quickly nip the the shop for some ingredients because we decided to have a home cooked meal - including dessert of course - only to realise that we had none of the actual ingredients in the house.

I watch Harry subconsciously, he's bent over with his arms crossed on top of the bar as he pushes the trolley, considering it's too heavy for me. A few fans follow behind us excitedly.

"What?" He smiles, his stunning green eyes searching my adoring hazel ones.

"Nothing." I shyly respond, biting my bottom lip and averting my gaze to the floor.

"Were you admiring me miss Raine?" Harry smirks knowingly. How does he do that?

"Not at all, I was simply looking past you at the shelves." My lie is obvious, he can see right through it.

Harry stands up properly in triumph, ugh, he definitely knows I'm lying now. I cower under his smug gaze, "do you find me beautiful miss Raine?" He continues to tease.

"Harry." I call at him in a whine, lying my forehead against his shoulder to conceal my blush.

"It's okay babe, I gaze admirably at you too." And there goes the full blown blush. "And I'll do the exact same for our daughter." He tells me. My breathing stops as we reach the tills, waiting patiently in line. I look up at my fiancé, did he really just say that?

Is that what he wants? Does he want a family too?

"Ohh I love these." Harry mutters absentmindedly, picking up a pack of lemon flavoured lozenges and dropping them into the already filled trolley.

I push the door open and enter studio seven.

"And here she is!" Nick chuckles into his microphone. His extremely useful earphones too big for his head, it's almost comical, as he watches me enter the room with a shy smile. I take the headphones from a boy in the corner, probably a helper or apprentice of some kind. I mouth a 'thank you' and place myself in front of the microphone opposite Nick.

"Hellloooo!" I grin widely and enthusiastically, my hands giving small waves to everyone that can see.

"Hi Emma! We've missed you!" Nick gushes with a small cute pout.

"Yeah I've missed you all too! It's been a while," my voice coos, my facial expressions replicating his small pout.

"So how are you Em's? Everything good?" He gets straight to the point.

"Yeah, everything's going really well actually. You know I've had a lot of support from my family and from my fans, it's been a journey." I summarise knowing that this conversation isn't going to be over very soon. Everyone is so intrigued to know what's happening and I wouldn't want to do this interview with anyone else. Nick knows my limits, he's a good friend, and I know he won't push me too far.

"I'm sure it has. And you're progressing?"

"I certainly am. I've done better at home than I did at the rehabilitation clinic; now I'm happy and healthy."

"And I think we all know who to thank for that." Harry's name pops unconsciously into my mind and I give a small knowing smile. "Aww did you see that!" Nick teases, pointing at my face. "That was so cute, that little smile." I blush.

"Nick." My whining tone doesn't go unnoticed as everyone in the studio chuckles. "But yeah, Harry has been an incredible support system for me and I owe everything to him. I'm very lucky to have him."

After my words every single woman - and some men - 'aww'. It's my turn to chuckle now at their cooing. "And congratulations are in order! Favourite movie actress and Best actress in leading role, well done." Everyone cheers and applauds.

"Thank you. 'Parted' was brilliantly directed, extremely well written and I worked along some incredibly talented actors and actress'." I speak of my most previous film. "I find it an absolute pleasure to have been nominated for both awards, never mind actually winning them." It's true, I'm astonished, I thought that people would have kicked me to the curb by now but no. I've had an incredible support system.

"Okay, now, we asked people to send in some messages and questions that we could ask you, but our social networking sites have crashed because of so many messages." Nick starts, oops. "Fortunately, we have some people on the phone for you." Okay then.

After some gruelling phone calls - and some strange yet interesting questions - my time in the studio has almost finished. A lot of the fans called enthusiastically, wide smiles on their faces I presume and their hearts in their stomach in disbelief; it's incredible how you can make such an impact on a persons life. It's hard to believe a lot of the time.

Last caller, Isabelle Heart from Kent. "Hi Emma!" She cheers.

"Hello there sweetie!"

"I love you so much I think you're amazing!" Her tone of voice heightens towards the end of her sentence. She's clearly excited beyond belief.

I chuckle, aww she's adorable, "thank you, I love you too." My answer is calm and relaxed; I know it's been a while since I've done any work whatsoever, but it's come back quicker than I thought it would. Does that mean something? Have I fully recovered?

"So Isabelle," Nick interjects our gushing. "What's your question?"

"My question is: if you could spend the day with one person, dead or alive, who would it be and why?" Surprise surprise, another strange yet interesting question.

I know what the majority of people expect me to say, and that's Harry, on some level they would be right; however I spend most of my days with Harry so it doesn't make sense to pick him. A smaller majority may predict that I will pick my grandfather, and that's an extremely good choice, although he had a wonderful life and it ended peacefully. I wouldn't want to disturb that. But neither of their names pop into my mind, there's only one person I can think of that I would love to spend the day with. . .

"My baby." The room falls silent. If a pin dropped it would make a mighty boom, that's how silent it is. Everyone's eyes turn to me, I can feel it, the palpable tension in the room. "I would pick my baby because..." My voice halts. I don't have a reason, isn't it obvious why I would? "Because... It deserves that chance to live, that chance to be loved by all the people that loved it, to have a family and grow old like the rest of us."

I sit contently with my answer, that's what I'd want, who I'd want. The room stares at me, taking in my answer and they all seem to agree. Even if they decide not to show it, I know they'd do the exact same if it were them. My mind traces over the picturesque scene of a mother and her baby, swinging on old rusty swings that hold the dearest memories of all. I smile knowingly, that's what I'd want.

"A beautiful answer. Thank you so much to everyone for your calls!" Nick attempts to lighten the mood in the room, his voice chirpy even though his facial expression says otherwise. We continue to talk about work, any of my new upcoming projects and general news. I've missed this, spending time with friends and doing what I love, it brings a sense of joy back into my life; I'm incredibly privileged.

I give Nick a small hug and exit the studio, following Alex through the long corridors and back down stairs towards the car. "Would you like another lozenge Alex?" I ask, handing him one anyway.

"That was a touching answer in their miss Raine." He speaks lowly for only myself to hear. The familiar ring of my maiden name making me smile, "very thoughtful." He continues.

"Thank you Alex. I meant every word."

With each step we take the screams get louder and louder from the buildings entrance, fans calling my name and cheering because they know I'm close. How can so many people love just one person? My phone lights up as I place the packet of lemon lozenges back into the side pocket in my bag.

Harry: I'm so proud of you, I'd want her back too .xx

My heart warms at his words, the beautifully typed words pulling at my heart strings and making me stop in my place. We're in this together, my subconscious coo's looking over my shoulder at the message.

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I'm so sorry about this chapter, I wrote it all and it deleted before I could save it so I had to re-write it. I'm sorry if it's not very good.

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- Pianogirl56