Authors note...
This is my first story so I hope you like it, it's on Wattpad under the same name. I'm think of updating weekly maybe on Wednesdays? Well hope you enjoy...

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"Nat! We need to go to the studio!" My best friend, Em, screeched into my ear, jolting me awake. I lifted my hand in an attempt to remove her from my once sleeping form as I tried to get comfortable again. Apparently that wasn't what she destined as she dragged my limp form into the large bathroom down the hall.
"Hello to you to I mumbled, my voice still thick with sleep. Peering through my curtain of dark hair I studied my pale complexion in the mirror, light bags hind below my piercing sapphire eyes, my naturally straight hair swayed across my lower back and stomach. Light freckles dotted my pale skin and the odd chicken pox scar marked my skin. Splashing my face with cold water I proceeded by changing into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a floral T-shirt hung from my small frame. Slipping my white converse onto my small cold feet I stumbled down the stairs into the large white tilled kitchen where my best friend Em sat.
"Ahh she lives!" Em exclaimed, her tan face morphing into a look of joy as her dark forest green eyes began to shimmer. Her tall willowy form danced towards the large oak front door as she sang "come on we must leave! Can't be late!" Her wavy blonde hair swaying across her shoulders, as her beautiful voice echoed into the now empty house.
The drive to the studio was short and quiet, well quiet on my part that is, Em continued to babble on about the studio and what she's recording today but it slipped my mind.
We soon pulled into the large cat parking for the studio that Em's been practically living in for the last month, as she began to piece together a new album. We were soon ushered into a small recording booth, Em immediately skipped towards the microphone whilst I collapsed onto the small light grey sofa outside. Em's beautiful melodic voice flittered through the glass that separated us as my eyes began to flutter shut.
"Ahh the famous Emily!" A loud voice boomed startling me as I jumped and slipped of off the sofa I was previously occupying, my small body crumpling onto the hard tilled floor.
"Harry, you scared the poor girl!" A soft Irish voice scolded, as I felt the owner slip his strong arm around my waist and assist me so I was now standing.
I glanced up at the kind boy and almost had to do a double take, beautiful light blue orbs were locked onto my own as he studied me, his light blond hair tumbled out of his messy quiff as multiple strands fell over his beautiful face, as the corners of his lips tugged up into a light smile as he met my studious gaze. He was beautiful, then realisation came crashing down...
I have just met Niall Horan, gosh I've gotten myself into a mess...

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