Chapter 25:

I felt better when I woke up the next morning, although I found the space next to me empty. I pouted subconsciously and rose from my bed getting ready for the interview I had early this morning. I stroll lazily into the shower and do the normal routine before getting out and changing into the denim shorts and a baggy tee i had placed onto my bed, with my black slip-ons below, then put my make-up on as always. I look at my alarm clock and see the time as 6:15am; I have 15 minutes before the interview.

I hopped into my car and drove to the radio 1 studio, parking my car in the visitors spot before taking my pass and walking the familiar route to Nicks studio. I slowly opened the door and popped my head around it, smiling at Nick as he motioned me in, continuing his dialogue with his listening fans. He signalled for me to sit down; doing as he said I sat in the chair opposite him putting the headphones softly on my head, enabling me to hear Nick and myself clearly.

"So as promised we have a special guest here today! She's a good friend of mine and she's just finished filming a new movie. Hey Ems! You okay?" I smiled at him and his cheery morning mood. How is he like this every morning? Seriously?!

"Hey Nick!! I'm fine thank you, how're you?" I asked trying to replicate his positive mood.

"Good! So tell us about your new film." he asked, eager to know how everything is going.

"Well it's called Blind and comes out in the cinemas soon so watch out for it." I smiled.

"Sounds good. What's it about? Anything you can tell us?" he asked.

"Well it's got a really heartwarming message that's all I'm gonna' say." I giggled not giving anything away.

"So how about life. What's happening with you?" he asked. Nick already knew that me and Harry were together but he had to ask anyway - he looked at me with sympathy knowing I didn't want to answer.

"Nothing much really, just a lot of charity work and interviews." I answered trying to avoid the next question, even though I knew it was coming.

"Any boyfriends at all?" he spoke.

"Nope, not really." I lied, Nick nodded already knowing the answer to my question. It's going really well with me and Harry and we want to keep it that way, we like our privacy, just being ourselves and not having to worry about anything or anyone else.

"I'm sure it won't be like that for long - you're stunning! I bet you have guys falling all over you." he teased making me smile and blush simultaneously. I muttered a shy thank you before he moved on to the next topic. "Now we asked our followers this morning if they had any questions for you and we got loads, and I mean loads, of responses" he emphasised before continuing, "so, here are the select few that we have chosen: Katie from Kent wants to know what was your favourite thing when filming Blind?"

I pondered the question, reminiscing over all over the brilliant times I had during filming. "The entire experience was amazing, working with new people and getting some new friends in the process; but the food was really good too so I'm kind of torn." I chuckled alongside Nick as he began the second question.

"Josh from Essex wants to know what you look for in a guy?" Nick asked and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

"Erm... Well, I like someone who can make me laugh, I think that's a big one for me. And someone who I know will be there for me if I ever need them." I concluded happy with my answer.

"What's your most valuable possession in your house? That comes from Lauren in Wales."

"Well obviously I love Zazu but if I were to choose anything other than him I would have to say my memory box. It has all of my photo albums and my scrapbook from when I was growing up; my entire life is in that box, so it would have to be that!" I enthused, content with my response.

"Lucy from Newcastle wants to know what your favourite place to go on holiday would be?"

"I've seen a lot of places that I've wanted to go to but I don't think anything can beat Santorini in Greece. It is just a remarkable place and the views are amazing! I would definitely love to go there one day!" I responded. After another 20 minutes in the interview, I looked at my phone and noticed the time was 7:45am.

"Well thank you Emma for coming on the show! We hope you have an amazing time with your charity work in Africa and we wish you all the best for your upcoming film." Nick spoke honestly giving me a hug and a kiss and whispering a "see you soon, thank you for coming on" in my ear, then making my way out of the studio and back to my car. I drove back home and fell face first onto my bed letting sleep engulf me.

------{Harry's POV}------

I woke up groggily this morning, looking at my clock and reading 7:30am shining onto my face. I got a shower, washing my hair with my peppermint shampoo before pulling back the shower curtain and getting dressed. I chose to wear cream skinny jeans, a white dress shirt with a bowtie and a black and white checkered blazer for our breakfast interview this morning. I sprayed myself casually with my normal aftershave before heading out of the door and meeting the other lads at the studio.

"Hey lads!" I greeted them as they all sat getting ready in hair and make-up.

"Y'alright Harry."

"Hey mate."

"Hi."

"Owww! My poor eyebrow!"

They all greeted me individually before I was seated whilst my light make-up was applied and my hair was styled. We all sat opposite the presenters as they introduced us; "Hello One Direction!" they enthused, making us smile at the welcome.

"Hello!" we chorused in response.

"So you guys have broke America! You must be proud of yourselves, you've come so far in almost 3 years!" the woman spoke making us nod.

"Yeah we are really privelleged to be in the position we are and we're so grateful to anyone who has helped us along the way. It's been absolutely incredible!" I spoke answering the question we've heard millions of times before.

After about 5 minutes of questions from both presenters the man decided to ask the question I had been dreading since I walked in. "So who has girlfriends?" he asked. Liam, Zayn and Louis all raised their hands leaving just me and Niall. "So you two are single?" he asked to confirm, we muttered a 'yes' in response. "Because Harry you have been pictured in several occasions with an unknown brunette?" he asked making my eyes widen slightly in confusion. How could there be pictures of me and Emma? We were so careful, just to make sure that we weren't found out. This can't be right.

A photo of me and one of the tour directors flashed on the screen, making me sigh in relief knowing that mine and Emma's secret was still safe. I chose now as my time to respond, "That's Mel, she is one of our tour directors. Nothing's happening there." I clarified.

"Oh right, well there you have it, straight from the horses mouth. Harry Styles and Niall Horan are officially single. That's all for today, tune in tomorrow as..." I began to drown them out as we waited for the camera to stop recording and let us leave. We had our Stadium tour soon so we had to start preparing now; as we left the studio I hopped into my car and headed to my next venue to rehearse.

I pulled up at the venue and parked my car. I walked in with the lads before being directed into a large room where we were to rehearse all the movement and choreography of the new tour.

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Out of breath I dragged myself over to my phone and checked the time. 11:00am. I decided to text Emma and ask if she felt like doing something later on tonight. I scrolled to her name in my contacts and immediately typed out a message:

Me: Hey babe, do you feel like doing something tonight? .xx

I patiently waited for a reply as I attempted to get my breath back, after the intense choreography we had to do. Moving and singing at the same time is hard! My phone buzzed and I unlocked it quickly before reading her reply.

The Tease: Yeah, but I feel like staying in. Do you mind? xx.

Me: No, not at all. My place or yours? .xx

The Tease: Mine. Ill make spaghetti bolognase for tea :) xx.

Me: Sounds good to me. I'll see you at 6 :) .xx

I locked my phone before placing it back into my pocket. Sighing before reluctantly returning to rehearsals, at least I have something to look forward to later on.

------{Emma's POV}------

After texting Harry I purposefully ran to the local shop to pick up the ingredients I would need to make the meal. I spent a good few hours preparing and cooking the food until it looked absolutely perfect. I waited at 6pm for Harry to arrive.

And here I am 4 hours later... Scraping the cold and wasted food into the bin disappointedly. He hadn't even messaged me telling me he was going to be late or that he wasn't coming. He just left me sat here, waiting. I felt foolish as I walked shamefully up to bed, not wanting to talk to anyone, just sleep. I understand that Harry has a chaotic life and that he is busy and rarely ever gets free time - I completely understand. But it made me feel awful to know that he couldn't even send a text to his girlfriend telling her he wouldn't be able to make it; leaving me sat here with cold food and in an empty house. My thoughts began to disperse as my head hit the soft warming feeling of my plump pillow; I faced towards the wall on my left before noticing a warm presence roll down my cheek, my tears. I wiped them and closed my eyes, hoping to forget all about tonight.

------{Harry's POV}------

I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT TIME IT IS!!! I'm 4 hours late for dinner with Emma! I bet she is devastated, I didn't even have time to text her that I was going to be late! I feel like a right knob now!

I urgently began to ring her phone as I raced towards her house. Unsuccessful, I decided to focus on my driving and getting to her house as quickly as I possibly could.

Reaching her house I parked my car beside hers and ran to her door, knocking lightly and waiting to see her swing the door open and hug me. I received no response; Hayley is with Niall so I know she isn't here, and Emma's car is on the driveway so she must be in. I took the spare key from inside the plant pot beside the door and inserted into the keyhole, opening it swiftly before locking it again and searching around downstairs; I looked into the kitchen to see two empty plates and their contents scraped in the bin. My heart sank as I saw her efforts had been pointless and unrecognised.

Shooting up the stairs, I stood outside of Emma's room; opening the door slowly and quietly, I found her fast asleep in a baggy tee facing the left wall. She looked vulnerable and lonely, shivering. I took off my skinny jeans, blazer and shirt leaving me in just my boxers as I climbed into her bed placing myself behind her. She was disrupted from her slumber as my arms snaked their way around her body and pulled her towards my chest.

"I'm so sorry baby." I whispered lightly in her ear, "I'm so sorry."

She turned her head to face me, her broken eyes looking into my guilty ones; "I missed you. You didn't even call." she spoke softly - her voice beginning to tremor as she looked into my eyes.

"I know baby, I'm sorry." I whispered again as I tightened my grip around her. She began to sit up, slowly waking herself up as she cuddled further into my side.

"How was work?" she asked changing the subject.

"Long. Singing takes it out of you." I said, brushing my hair back and out of my eyes.

"I know." she spoke. I looked at her shocked before asking a question.

"You sing?"

"Yeah, occasionally. But I'm not very good, I tend to only sing in the shower." she giggled.

"Wow! I never knew that. Sing for me." I demanded cheekily, desperate to hear her voice.

"Maybe another time." she smiled up at me, softly pecking my cheek.

I chuckled, "Next thing you know you'll be telling me you have a tattoo!" I laughed as I pulled her closer to me. I continued to laugh, until I realised I was the only one doing so. I looked down to her, noticing her fiddling with her fingers. "Do you have a tattoo?!" I asked, even more shocked than before.

"Yeah." she giggled shyly at my expression.

"Can I see it?" I wondered, curious to know what this tattoo was. She gently nodded her head before showing me her tattoo. It was located on her left rib cage underneath her armpit; it was the word "smile" written in joined up hand writing with a small star beside it to complete the tattoo. It suited her very well, and knowing Emma it had some kind of meaning behind it. "What does it mean?" I asked intrigued and still in slight shock.

"It was my nan and granddads wedding song. I used to sing it with my nan all the time, whilst my granddad played the piano. But when she died I just stopped singing it, and singing altogether for that matter." she confessed as she gazed into my green eyes.

"What does the star mean?" I asked still interested.

"It has three meanings: 1. Each point on the star represents a member of my family, 2. It is what I wanted to be when I grew up, a superstar, and 3. It's my favourite shape." she laughed as she concluded her explanation, making me giggle along with her. I pulled her closer to my chest and took in her sweet natural scent, before closing my eyes and resting my head on hers.

"It's beautiful." I murmured before we fell asleep intwined in each others arms.

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