Nialls P.O.V

I ran on stage clutching the cheek that Emma had just kissed. I hadn't been so pumped yet nervous for a show since our first time. I loved knowing she was there supporting me. We broke out into Up All Night as I gazed out at the crowd in amazement. I stole countless glances at Emma throughout the whole concert as her and Tara watched from the side of the stage. Every time I looked she was watching me. During the more intimate songs I looked her way singing to her and she would blush, I could just tell by her face. After we finished with What Makes You Beautiful, we thanked the crowd and I ran off stage straight to the girl I couldn't get off my mind. She giggled as I lifted her into a bear hug.

"Ew your all sweaty," Emma squealed in between her laughter. I placed her down and smirked.

"You know it's sexy," I whispered into her ear rubbing light circles into the small of her back with my fingertips. She stiffened slightly and I knew I was getting to her despite how much she tried to cover it. "I quite like you in this shirt." I tugged on the One Direction shirt she was wearing, she looked adorable in it.

"Yeah I'm like a groupie now I guess." She chuckled.

"Oh I love the sound of that." I wiggled my eyebrows and she smacked my chest playfully scolding me. I laughed feeling completely content as I threw my arm over her shoulder and walked us towards where the rest of the boys were celebrating.

About an hour later I found myself in front of some huge mansion in Emma's town. I could tell it was right on the water. Emma and Tara were so excited as were the rest of the guys. We never really had the chance to experience this kind of high school stuff. Normally I would be jumping at the chance to party, especially in a house this sick that is already packed with people. I just really don't want to run into any of Emma's ex's or worse the guys who had probably been drooling over her since pre school. I was positive they would all be trying their hardest to get with her or at least talk to her. It's not even like I had a say in who she talked to or what she did. What if she wanted to hook up with one of these guys? They could be like her old high school crush or something. The worst part is I couldn't stop her because we were just friends. Ugh, I had never been so disgusted by that word. I watched as she took off our band t-shirt to reveal a tight little black cropped shirt. My jaw dropped and my nerves only increased. I didn't even have time to process as she grabbed my hand and rushed up the porch of the massive home and through the double doors.

Wow, there were people everywhere. I'd been to my fair share of parties, their normally filled with celebrities who tend to keep themselves poised. Nothing like this, this was like freaking project-x. Dam these Long Island kids know how to party. No wonder Emma and her friends were so crazy in Cancun.

"Emma!" A guy called before we even took five steps in the door. He came over and gave her a side hug and turned to me. "I'm David, Andie's boyfriend." I instantly relaxed knowing he wasn't competition.

"Niall, thanks for having us man."

"Of course, Andie speaks very highly of you and your band mates." I could tell just by the way he says her name that he adores his girlfriend. It reminds me of when I speak of Emma. "You kids have fun, I'll catch up with you later Em." With that he walked away and Emma continued to lead me through the house.

People everywhere were coming up to Emma and giving her hugs hello. I could hear most of the girls whispering, squealing, or gasping about me being here. I didn't pay attention to anyone not wanting to lose Emma as she maneuvered us through the crowd until we reached the kitchen. She grabbed two cups handing me one and filled them both to the rim with the keg.

"This is crazy," I talked at a normal volume since the music wasn't so loud in the kitchen.

"I know! I miss these parties so much. I'm sick of all the bars at my college, I should have went to a party school." She started rambling to herself as I smiled from her cuteness. My smile faded when two guys came up from behind her and one placed his hands over her eyes.

"Guess who?" The guy shouted and Emma squealed and turned around hugging both of them excitedly. I felt my jealousy raging and tried to control myself not wanting to glare at these guys who hadn't done anything, well not that I know of. She quickly turned back remembering my presence I felt any anger slip away at the humongous smile plastered on her beautiful face. Wow she was breathtaking, I couldn't help but smile back.

"Niall these are the two dumbest idiots you'll ever meet." She joked reaching up to muss both of their hair at the same time.

"I resent that." The other guy spoke. "I'm Kyle," he offered his hand and gave me a friendly smile.

"Trent," the other repeated his friends actions. Something made me like them, and I didn't feel threatened and Emma seemed to love them in a brother kind of way.

"You guys are still inseparable." She shook her head amused. "Can you entertain Niall for a bit I have to go find Jen and go to the bathroom. I'll find you in twenty Ni." She gave me a smile before turning and walking into another room.

"Girls going to the bathroom together so weird." Kyle muttered. I just nodded still looking in the direction Emma left. "So you and Em huh?" I could here the smirk in his voice. That broke me from my trance and I turned to him.

"Were kind of just friends, well I don't really know." I shrugged, so sick of having this conversation.

"She's always been a confusing one." Trent laughed. "I suggest you clear that up though dude. I know a lot of guys looking to snatch up a chance with her." He confirmed what I had already assumed.

"She's a great girl," I sighed.

"That she is." Kyle clamped a hand on my shoulder. "And if you hurt her I'm obligated to kick your ass." He joked but I knew he was dead serious. I laughed covering up my nervousness, I mean the dude is huge he could be like a line backer or something. I talked to them for a bit longer, they were pretty cool.

"Fuck, douche bag twelve o'clock." Trent groaned and once Kyle realized who he was talking about he mimicked the response. I followed their eyes to see some tool looking guy walking towards us. He had some cocky smile on his face, and I could tell he is the kind of guy girls would be crazy attracted to, just by his demeanor.
"Ahh dork 1 and dork 2, haven't seen you two in a while." The guy smirked.

"What do you want Jack?" Trent spat and rolled his eyes.

"Just catching up." He said unconvincingly. "Ok fine, have you guys seen Emma?" He asked and my head whipped in his direction, I narrowed my eyes. What did this dick want with my Emma? I saw him take a glance in my direction with a smug look.

"Ugh, can't you just leave her alone? She doesn't want to talk to you. Hasn't she made that clear?" Kyle snarled.

"Things have changed." He smiled to himself. "We had a talk a few weeks ago." I suddenly realized who this guy was, the guy who cheated on her and broke her heart. Similar to what I did I guess, although what he did was ten times worse.

"Stay away from her." The words came out before I could stop them. He immediately turned to me with an amused expression.

"And your one to talk pretty boy? Your no better than I am." He said to me and I had this deep urge to growl at him while I glared.

"I had one drunk accident, you had a conscious fucking fling dick head." I straightened up standing taller, challenging him to test me further.

"Yeah well listen, Emma's mine so why don't you just back off pop star?" He narrowed his eyes and took a step towards me, I did the same. I had so much anger I wouldn't hesitate to fight this prick.

"Whats going on here?" Emma's concerned voice came from my left and I felt tingles as she placed a hand on my tense bicep, instantly relaxing my muscles.

"Nothing," I sighed and turned to her offering a small smile.

"Good, come on Niall, I want to introduce you to some people." She gently pushed me to move with her, while glaring at Jack. I smirked to myself, take that asshole.

"Wait Emma!" The prick of the hour called after her. I turned around and he was right there, hand on her wrist. "Can we please talk?" He begged.

"Not now Jack." She groaned irritatedly.

"Why not? I haven't seen you in forever. I just want to see how you are. I miss you Em." I felt my face turning red with anger. What is his problem? Can't he take a fucking hint?

"I'll talk to you later, I'm hanging with Niall right now." She told him, pulling her hand back.

"Fine, How about a game of beer ping then?" He smirked, dammit this guy is good. Emma can't say no to beer pong.

"Be my partner Ni?" She asked excitedly and I nodded with a half smile.

We got to the long table in some kind of game room. It was packed and people were already in the middle of a game but once Jack told them to leave they parted like he was Jesus Christ. What is this guys deal?
He was clearly the big man back in high school.

"Let's make this interesting," Jack smirked drumming his fingers on the table. "Every time you make a cup you have to take a shot." I was about to protest knowing Emma barely ever misses but she beat me to it.

"Deal." She glared at him, not wanting to back from a challenge. She is the most competitive girl I know, it's really cute.

"Perfect," Jack smiled smugly. "And if I win, you have to dance with me."

"Ew no," She scrunched her nose in disgust. Hah.

"Just one song. Or are you afraid your going to lose?"

"Fine." She snapped. "One song. And when we win, you leave me alone the rest of the night. Now get a fucking partner so we can start." She groaned. He smiled cockily and I just wanted to rip his head off. He motioned to some one across the room and a few moments later some giant bloke stood next to him. I swear he could eat the table if he wanted to. "No. Tommy can't be your partner that's not fair." Emma complained.

"Tommy's always my partner, well besides you babe." He winked at her and I held back another growl. I've never been the jealous type until I met this girl.

"Fuck, whatever. Shoot first." She huffed and leaned into my side. Unintentionally relaxing me. I smiled lightly and wrapped an arm around her as both guys made their first cup. They then proceeded to take a shot of some shitty vodka as part of the rules Jack made up. The game continued this way until we each had one cup left. Emma was drunk off her ass, from all the cups she made. The shots she was taking had to be at least doubles, plus she insisted on drinking most of the beer cups. I knew she was really pissed and probably extremely uncomfortable having Jack and I in a room together. I was almost drunk as well considering I held up my part of the game, but it takes a lot to get me plastered. It was Jacks turn to shoot, and I prayed to God he wouldn't make it knowing that Emma was wasted. I didn't want her around him while she was so vulnerable. I was currently holding her waste so she wouldn't fall over as she giggled uncontrollably. I almost jumped when I felt her hand squeeze my bum, causing her to go into another fit of giggles. I couldn't help but laugh along but my laughter died as Jack lined up for his shot. The asshole was barely even drunk, he had his partner drink most of his beers. Tommy was like a bottomless pit, I don't think any amount of alcohol would effect him. He tossed the ball and it was like slow motion in my head as it landed in our last cup. Cheers broke out all around from the crowd of Jack's jock posse. He had an evil look in his eye as he stalked over to Emma. I still held on to her protectively.

"Come on Em, a deals a deal." He smirked, holding his hand out to her.

"Just one dance." She slurred over her words. "Then bring me back to Niall."

"I'll find you love," I whispered into her ear as I reluctantly handed her over to the prick. I watched as he walked away with her. I was practically fuming as I grabbed the closest beer can and chugged it. Americans and their shitty beer. I left the packed game room, trying to find any of my friends, considering I hadn't seen them in hours. Relief washed over me as I found Louis and Zayn, talking to some girls. I walked over to them and the girls faces brightened up when they saw me. I was pretty used to that reaction from females so I chuckled.
"Hello I'm Niall." I smiled at the three girls, they were okay looking, nothing compared to Emma or even Emma's friends.

"We know," one of them giggled. The sound wasn't music to my ears like Emma's giggles were. I constantly found myself doing this, comparing everything about every other girl to her.

"Where's Emma?" Louis asked a bit of concern laced in his voice. My face immediately hardened once again.

"Don't ask." I looked towards the what was like a make shift dance floor in the large living room. I couldn't see her from where I was standing. I could tell the song was coming to an end so I figured I should go find her. That fucker didn't deserve one song let alone two. "I'm gonna go get her." I told them excusing myself.

"Go Nialler!" Zayn cheered making me roll my eyes. I got to the dance floor just as the song ended. I frantically looked around until I spotted her. She was trying to pry Jacks dirty scum hands off of her but he wasn't budging. He kept pulling her closer to him, trying to grind on her as the next song started. That fucking piece of shit. She was practically stumbling trying to get away from him, I pushed my way through the horny grinding crowd until I reached them. My rage was taking over me and I couldn't control my actions. I ripped the prick off of her and grabbed him by his ugly expensive collared shirt. I threw punch after punch into his face, blinded by my anger.

"Niall," Emma whimpered from my right snapping me out of my trance as I turned to look at her. She was so drunk and scared. "please he's not worth it." she cried. I turned back to the prick and gave him my most threatening glare.

"Don't ever fucking touch her again!" I snarled as I threw him to the ground like the worthless piece of shit he was. He groaned rolling over into a fetal position. People all around us stopped what they were doing to stare but I didn't spare them one glance. I walked over to Emma and she immediately wrapped her arms around me and whimpered into my chest. "Are you okay love?" I whispered soothingly into her ear. She nodded. "Did he hurt you?" I asked and she shook her head no. I sighed in relief. "Let me take you home okay?" She nodded again and I helped her through the house. She could barely hold herself up from how drunk she was. I got irritated with trying to prevent her from tripping so I lifted her in my arms bridal style. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck, snuggling into my shoulder.

"I like it when you hold me." She sighed, and my heart leaped. I kissed her forehead in response. I noticed one of our security guards waiting outside for us in the black car that drove us here. I hurried over to him and climbed in the back seat with Emma still in my arms. Luckily he knew where she lived from picking her up earlier that night. She dug her face more into my neck and I could feel her inhaling. I quirked an eyebrow and chuckled. "You smell good." She admitted and then continued to leave soft kisses on my neck traveling up towards my jaw. Chills ran up and down my spine, I like drunk Emma I thought to myself. She shifted in my lap so she was straddling me and my hands instinctively found her thighs. She then leaned in till I could feel her breath by my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "I missed you Niall." She pulled back to look at me. I could tell by her eyes how drunk she was but still hearing her say those words and being so affectionate was amazing.

"I- I missed you too." I stuttered out. She smiled and hugged me tightly, unintentionally grinding over my crotch in the process. I stifled back my moan. I mean seriously, she was only in a skirt that hiked up not exactly causing a barrier.

"Good," she chirped in my neck, nuzzling her nose. She was so cute, if only sober Emma realized what she was doing. She would be so embarassed and blush furiously. We pulled up to a huge mansion probably bigger than the one we were just at. My jaw dropped. I knew she was rich but I wasn't expecting this. It was by far the nicest that I've seen in the whole town. "Oh! Thats my house!" Emma cheered like a little kid. I chuckled at her and before I could stop her she took off out of the car and up the long pathway. Fuck.

"I'm just going to put her in bed and make sure she's okay. I'll be back and we can go get the other lads." I told the driver.

"Of course Mr. Horan." He nodded and I smiled as I jumped out of the car after a stumbling Emma. She was just about to trip and fall on her arse when I caught her in my arms. She looked up at me with a lazy smile as she laughed at herself.

"Your my hero Niall," she sighed and I smiled at what an adorable drunk she was. Before I was able to steady us on our feet Emma reached up and grabbed my face attacking my mouth with hers. In the process she managed to pull me back with her so we both fell on to the stone pavement, me on top of her. Luckily I reacted fast and placed my hands under her head so she wouldn't get a concusion. Emma was cracking up and let out a snort or two. I had to laugh as well.

"Kiss me Niall," She whispered breathlessly from all her laughing. My heart stopped I wanted to kiss her so badly but she was beyond drunk and would regret it in the morning. I just couldn't let myself ruin the moment and decided it was worth whatever yelling I would get the next day. I slowly leaned in until our lips were just about to touch teasing her a bit. "Niall," she breathed and I couldn't hold back any longer. I kissed her with everything I had, showing her how much I needed and cared for her. She was my everything and I let her know it, if she could'nt tell already. My tongue explored her mouth reconnecting with what I had memorized perfectly. I involuntarily moaned into her mouth, the longing I had for her was finally being satisfied. When I pulled away we were both panting. "Wow." She whispered. I chuckled and pecked her lips once more before helping us both up.

"Lets get you inside," I lifted her bridal style and carried her up the porch steps. She rested on my shoulder, she had to be exhausted. I found her key in the small bag she had. She sleepily directed me to her bedroom. Once inside I shut the door and laid her on her bed. "Do you want to change?" I asked and she nodded pointing to the navy sweatshirt that hung over a desk chair. My heart was about to jump out of it's chest for the hundredth time that night. It was my sweatshirt. I smiled like an idiot and got the sweatshirt for her. When I turned around to give it to her she was standing up in only her black lace bra and matching panties. My breathing stopped and my lower regions twitched. She is the most gorgeous girl I'd ever laid eyes on. "Emma?" I questioned nervously.

"Niall?" She countered. She was still so drunk, I prayed she wouldn't remember this in the morning. Or maybe it would be good if she did, so she could realize how much she misses me. She had a playful smirk on her face and I knew what she was trying to do. I couldn't let anything happen. I refused to take advantage of her, no matter how unbelievably tempting she was. She sat at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her palms. She raised an eyebrow challenging me and I thought I was going to lose it. I had to stop this. I hurried over to her and tried to put the sweatshirt on but she refused pushing it out of the way. Instead she reached for my shirt, attempting to lift it over my head.

"Emma, no." I told her sternly as if I was speaking to a child. She pouted and stood up, running her fingers through the hairs at the nape of my neck. Her body was pressed against mine. It was taking every ounce of my will power not to throw us on the bed and have my way with her.

"Yes," she insisted. "I need you." She whined trying to walk us back to the bed.

"Emma I am not doing this." I told her removing her hands from around my neck. Hurt flashed across her face and I instantly felt guilty.

"Fine," she snapped, trying to cover up the rejection with anger. She was taking it the wrong way. She couldn't begin to understand how much I wanted her. She marched away from me and got in her bed. An angry pout taking over her face, I tried not to think of how adorable it was. I sat on the edge of her bed, next to her.

"No, you don't understand. I want to do this with you. Believe me I really do." I begged for her to believe me. She rolled over so she was facing away from me. "Please, Emma don't do this. Your drunk, I won't take advantage of you."

"Whatever, I don't need excuses. You can leave now. I'm sure Demi is waiting to hear from you. Sorry you had to babysit." She seethed.

"Emma," I groaned. This is the last thing I wanted to happen. It's something so dumb to get in a fight over. And I couldn't begin to get into her bringing up Demi.

"Just go." She told me, warning clear in her voice. "Now."

I sighed, not wanting to push her any further and left. I'm such an idiot, is all I kept telling myself. I should have at least kissed her until she was satisfied. I made sure to lock their front door before leaving. When we got back to the party all of the guys were waiting outside. They hopped in the car all cheery, going on about what a good time they had. I just fake smiled and pretended to give a shit. Their happy moods cheered me up a bit, but not enough to get over that I screwed it up with Emma. Once again.

Notes

Sorry this is so late! The chapter was pretty long so hopefully it makes up fir it!
So, are they making progress or taking steps back?