“What Happened?” I repeated feeling a large lump in my throat.
Tara lowered her phone from her ear and hung up on Liam, but not before I was able to hear loud shouting from the other end. I could almost make out my name.

“Will someone answer me god damnit!” I yelled getting frustrated with my two friends who were looking at me as if I were a dying puppy.

“Em, theres something you need to know, I was about to tell you before.” Jen said worried.

“Well get it out then.” I raised my eyebrows expectantly trying to stay calm. It wasn’t exactly working, as that lump in my throat just grew larger and larger. I struggled to hold back tears because I knew exactly what she was going to tell me.

“Niall cheated.” Hearing the words out loud sent the tears right down my face, there was no more strength to hold them back.

I shook my head no rapidly. “No, no! He couldn’t, he wouldn’t.” I said raspy, trying to convince myself more than anyone.

They didn’t say anything more, Tara just handed me her phone. I reluctantly looked at the screen and what I saw literally ripped me apart. It was open to some gossip sight.

Niall Cheating On Emma? Or Were They Ever Really Together To Begin With?

There were multiple photos of Niall and some random girl. Most were of him with his arm around her as they left some club. I scrolled down and they were all basically the same, the two of them just walking towards the limo, closely wrapped together. Then I came upon the one that gave me all the proof that I needed. The two of them in the limo, with her straddled on his waist and their tongues down each other’s throats. I dropped to my knees on the floor.

“I’m so stupid!” I screamed. Tara and Jen both sat next to me and held me in their arms so I was squished between them. I was crying uncontrollably. A few women came in and out, giving me worried or snotty looks. I ignored them, and Jen and Tara helped me over to the small couch. I sat down and they both crouched in front of me.
“I need to get out of here.” I cried, hiccupping now. They both nodded and Jen got up leaving the bathroom. I tried hard to control myself, as Tara held me.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, that’s what you are Em! STUPID! How could I have been so dumb? To think I thought even for a second that Niall Horan could have wanted someone like me. I set myself up for this. I should have listened to myself from the start when I said to stay away from him! To not get attached! But what do I do? I fucking fall in love with the jerk! I can’t believe him. I told him about my last heartbreak and then he went and did the same thing. I will never forgive him for this. The Niall I fell in love with would never do something like this. I never could have expected this from him. Maybe it wasn't true? Don't be stupid Em, they were practically eating each others faces. Well maybe it was only a kiss? Could I forgive him if that was true, he was drunk and maybe he regrets it? No, they were in the limo together, the same limo that he took you in. How could I be so naive and fall for his games? I guess the problem is I fell in love without actually knowing him. In all honesty, how well could you actually know someone after a week and a half? Could I even really love him? I don’t think I would be feeling this horrible if I didn’t love him. This was worse than finding out about Jack, and I had been together with him for over a year. Niall had only been my boyfriend for two days.

My thoughts were interrupted when Jen, Tyler and my mother bursted in through the bathroom door. Mom pulled me in for a tight comforting hug.

“Mommy,” I sobbed into her shoulder. I hadn’t called her that in years.

“I know my baby, I know.” She petted my hair soothingly. “Let’s get you home.”

Tyler hugged me warmly once mom let go. He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me out the back entrance to the limo. Jen and Tara came in the car with us. I was happily surprised to see Andie and Kalie already waiting in the car for us. They each hugged me. No matter how shitty I felt, I was happy I had friends that I could always count on.

We got back to my house and the girls and I went up to my room. I lent them each pajamas. We lay on my bed occasionally letting tears escape as I inhaled a carton of Ben and Jerry’s chocolate fudge brownie. Chocolate is the best therapy. I ignored Niall’s multiple calls and it got to the point where I had to turn my phone off.

I wasn’t talking to any of the girls. I honestly didn’t have much to say; okay that’s a lie. I had loads to say, to scream actually. I just wanted to get it all off of my chest but once I started I didn’t think I could hold back. They sat around my large bed and watched me sadly while attempting to comfort me. They knew I would talk to them when I was ready. I tend to do this a lot, just go blank to hold myself back from breaking down.

Just then Tara’s obnoxious ring tone went off. I snuck a quick peek catching Liam’s contact flashing across her screen. I could tell she was just going to let it go to voicemail and for some reason I didn’t want that.

“Answer it.” I said blankly. The four of them looked at me skeptically, and Tara hesitantly swiped to answer the call.



Niall’s P.O.V

I stayed silent for the whole flight to London. I ignored all of the lads and their attempts to talk to me. I had my headphones in and closed my eyes. Occasionally I would break out into tears, especially when a love song came on my I pod. The worst was when my X-Factor audition song ‘So Sick’ by Ne-Yo came on. I used to love that song for bringing me such luck but now I couldn’t stand to listen to it.

Why couldn’t I have stayed in that night? I should have listened to Liam. I made a mental note to always obey him in the future; he seems to constantly be right.

The most unsettling part in the situation was that my poor Emma had no idea. The guilt was eating me alive. She sounded so happy on the phone, and relieved to know that we made up. If she only knew. I just wish we could be the happy couple from two days ago, madly and foolishly in love after less than two weeks. This whole thing has only confirmed my love for her. If I didn’t love her it would not be possible to feel this horrible, to hate myself so much for the pain I would be causing her. Because Louis and Liam are right, it is only just a matter of time until she finds out. Thats just one of the negatives of fame. She could even have found out by now. I’m sure pictures are already posted on gossip sights. It’s inevitable now; I just hope that I could tell her before she finds out from someone else.

We landed and it was One AM London time, which meant it was nine PM in New York. We got our bags and were escorted through the private section of the airport so we wouldn’t be swarmed by any fans. I could hear the screaming and see the sea of girls crowding the parking lot as we got in the black truck. Man these fans were dedicated; it’s so late they should be home sleeping or something. I wondered how they always knew where we would be.

I took my seat in the back row next to Liam and contemplated calling Emma or not. To be honest I was extremely nervous. I didn’t know if she had found out yet. I wished that she never would and we could pretend this never happened, move on and be happy, but that’s not the way this works. I decided I would call her once I was back in the flat and locked in my bedroom. That way none of the boys could hear the conversation. Also I knew she was at some banquet tonight that she had cutely complained about earlier.

I was about to put my headphones in when Liam got a phone call. I saw him smile widely and new instantly it was from Tara. I rolled my eyes at him, but was secretly envious that he still had trust in his relationship.


“Hey babe!” He answered perkily. I couldn’t make out exact words but I definitely heard girl shouting coming from the other end. Liam’s happy mood quickly faded to one of distress. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just didn’t want Emma to find out before Niall could talk to her about it.” He pleaded and my attention quickly snapped in his direction.

‘SPEAKER’ I mouthed to him. He rolled his eyes but did what I asked. The rest of the guys turned towards us as well to listen to what was going on.

“Well when will that be because I can’t sit around and watch her obliviously swoon over that prick when I know the truth!” Tara yelled and I winced at the name she used for me. I felt all of the guys except Liam staring at me. I was trying hard not to cry. This was it she was going to tell Emma.

“You won’t have to love, I’m so sorry. But don’t you think she should hear it from him?”
“No! I don’t care.”
“Please Tara.” Liam begged.
“You tell that asshole to come clean.”
“He will, I promise you that. Could you please just keep her distracted tonight, make sure she doesn’t find out until Niall can figure out what to say to her.”
“Liam, I won’t lie to my best friend.”
“It’s not lying Tara.”
“Yes, it is lying!”
“How? You would just be preventing her from finding out for one night. Please baby why can’t you do this for me?”
“Because I would be keeping something huge from her!”
“Just one night, that’s all I am asking. He will tell her tomorrow, and if he doesn’t have the balls then you can go ahead and do it yourself.”
“It’s all over the news anyway, she’s going to find out by tomorrow! Probably even tonight considering all of my friends and half this party already knows!”
“I know! That’s why I’m asking you to make sure that doesn’t happen. At least so Niall can have a chance to tell her, and explain himself.”
“He doesn’t deserve to explain himself.”

I felt like absolute shit, Tara was completely right. I am a prick, an asshole. Most importantly I don’t deserve the chance to explain my side. I noticed Liam look at me sadly.

“He can hear you Tar,” Liam sighed.
“Good I hope he hears me! Fuck you Niall! Did you hear that Fuck You, you don’t deserve my best friend!”

She’s so right. I don’t deserve my beautiful Emma. I wonder how much longer I would be able to call her mine.
“Tara enough please!” Liam shouted at her, and I felt even more guilty for causing this tension between them. I noticed there was silence from Tara’s end, which was not normal. From what I’ve learned about her she would have still been cursing me out right now if something hadn’t happened. “Tara baby! Are you there? Are you okay? I'm sorry for raising my voice, you did nothing wrong love.” Liam panicked. We all listened closely waiting for her to respond.

I could faintly hear it. ‘W-w-what happened?” That Voice. I would know that voice anywhere. It was her, my princess. Had she heard that whole conversation? I instantly felt sick to my stomach. Oh no, how could I let this happen? How could I fuck up so badly? Tara was going to tell her if she didn't already know. There was no denying that. I grabbed the phone from Liam.

“Emma!” I shouted. “Tara, please give her the phone! Please! I’m so sorry, I need to talk to her!” I was sobbing at this point. I have never cried so much it was sickening.

“What happened?” I lightly heard her ask again.

“Emma Please can you hear me Princess!?”

Then the line went dead.

NO! I would not let her find out from someone else! She would surely never talk to me again.
I instantly called her phone and it rang until her voicemail. I tried five more times until we got to our building. I ignored all of the boys and their pity stairs as I grabbed my luggage and made my way up to my flat. I unlocked the door and made a beeline for my room before Zayn and Liam came in.

I jumped on my comfortable familiar bed, but I wasn't able to enjoy the amazing feeling. I tried calling her again and again. Her phone was probably non stop ringing. I must have called at least 15 times before it cut right to voicemail. Either her phone died or she turned it off to ignore me. If I had to guess I would go with the latter.

I started crying again, how is it possible for someone to have this many tears. "Emma! Please Emma!" I shouted to the air, probably waking up the whole building. "Princess!" I sobbed. "I'm so sorry!" I have never felt so defeated. I heard my door creak open and I cursed myself for not locking it. Liam walked in and I was about to tell him to fuck off but he quickly placed his phone on the bed and left the room.

Confused I picked it up and noticed it was open to Tara's contact. I half smiled at my best friends kind heart. I don't know what I would do without the guy.

I took a few deep breathes before hitting call. I prayed, crossing my fingers as the phone began ringing.

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