Authors note
Hello again! Thank you so much every single one of you who read my past chapters and are reading this one! Also thank you to everyone who commented, subscribed and voted, it means so much to know people are enjoying my writing. Might update again in a few days so watch out for it, hope you enjoy it....

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"He so likes you! Niall Horan tweeted about you!" Em began to fangirl, her voice shrill as I settled myself onto the counter top, knowing I'll be here for a while "... I could so get you two together! You know I'm good friends with them all! Ahh I can't wait! I bet they'll be at the studio..." she trailed of no doubt forming a plan inside that devious mind of hers.
"And back to reality. In case you were forgetting let me remind you, you know we can't date, or even be near them. If this is released in the media I'll be kicked out or disowned!" I ranted trying to covey to Em that whatever she was thinking was insane as my mind swirled with the countless possibilities of things that could go wrong.
"Fine!" she huffed in exasperation, I knew this wouldn't be the end of it but I could dream.
"You look tired, didn't you sleep well again" she pouted as we slowly drove the familiar route to the studio. I quickly brushed Em of with a quick 'I'm fine' as I hoped out of the car, Em being her super protective self continued to give me worried glances whenever she thought I wasn't looking but i pretended to not notice.
The studio was a blur as I brushed up on homework ans read throughout the day without interruption. I soon decided I should pick diner up for myself and Em so i began to navigate the maze of of the large recording studio. Suddenly I registered the loud slapping of numerous feet quickly running over the hard ground, the noise progressively got louder as I saw a frantic boy who was little older than myself with medium brown hair racing towards me but that was all i could register before the boy grabbed my hand in his and tugged me behind him as we continued to fly down the corridor.
At first I tried to resist the strangers hold yet the mumbled words 'paparazzi' and 'fans' instantly hurried my pace. I spotted a small closet towards the left and dived in it dragging the mysterious boy with me.
We stumbled into the small closet which was only large enough for us both to lie on the floor as we panted. I lazily shuffled back towards the small wooden door and searched for the handle but my roaming hands came up empty, letting out a groan of frustration I checked my pocket for my phone but realized I left it back at the flat in our rush to leave. I turned to look at the man behind me and saw him repeating my actions then groaned and continued to explain, "it must have fell out when we were running, so we're stuck..." he finished, voice muffled as he held his head in his hands. The tall fellow suddenly sprung up, bending bis waist in a mock bow then extending his hand to meet mine whilst introducing himself as Louis Tomlinson. I laughed lightly at his antics as i racked my memory, trying to remember where i recognized his name from. The complete darkness of the closet prevented me from trying to recognize his face so I continued to think.
Louis, Louis, Louis, I thought, begging my mind to remember and when it did wishing it didn't. Louis Tomlinson... From One Direction... Fellow band member being a certain Irish boy... Trust my luck...
I snapped out of my thoughts returning Louis' handshake and responding with a faint Nat, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.
His light cheeky chuckle rang through the dark room as he quickly teased "Niall's bird" then releasing another chuckle as I blushed scarlet, praying it was too dark to notice. We sat in the pitch black, legs tangled as we tried to become comfortable on the stone floor. Finally we settled with my head leaning on his lower thigh, his back pushed against the wall with my legs propped against the adjacent one. We both had no idea how long we'll be here, it was around 7 when I went for food and we've been here for about half an hour but the studio closes at 8. All we could hope was that someone would find us before it closes or we'll be stuck here until the 7am tomorrow.
Lois mischievous voice suddenly rang through the room saying "how about we play truth or dare!?" I nodded quickly, might as well have some fun...

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