8 months later..


I was making my way into work. I loved my life in London, the people, my work and the beauty of this busy city made me feel quite at home. It was snowing by now as it was already December. Time flew by when you were having fun. This would be my last workday, as I was spending my Christmas with friends. We were going to a tv-show first, "Graham Norton" to be exact. That man was brilliant to be honest. I always watched his show and I decided to get us tickets for the Christmas special.

There were always more guests and it was always a surprise, which guests would come so I was really excited. Michael and Bryan were the two who would come with me, as the others were all to busy to spend their Christmas in London. That was fine with me because Michael and Bryan always made me smile and that was exactly what I needed these past few months. I wasn't dating anyone, as I was to busy with work and my paintings. I started painting a few months ago and found someone who wanted to help me sell them.
I made enough money, which was nice. I was saving my money for when I really needed it. I also wanted to buy a lovely cottage in the country someday but that had to wait till I was done with the city. "Emmie, are you ready love?" Michael asked through the bathroom door and I took one last look at my outfit decided I look good. I had put on black skinny jeans and a coral blue sweater. I had let my hair grow again and I let it hang loose as it was curling at the end.

"I'm ready, let's go." I said whilst walking out of the bathroom and hooking my arm under his. Bryan stopped us before we were out of the door. "I love your outfit but maybe you should put on some shoes?" I looked down and had to laugh about this because I almost walked outside without shoes. I grabbed my boots but they were ripped out of my hands.
"No you are not wearing your boots!" Bryan said as he kneeled down with black heels in front of me. These were really high and to be honest I was always afraid that I would fall if I weared those. After fifteen minutes we finally got into the waiting cab and he drove us to the BBC studios. I was getting really excited but when I looked over to my best friends they looked really guilty. They knew something but I didn't know what it was.

"is there something you want to tell me?" I asked them, giving them the change to come clean but of course they didn't tell me the truth. "What..No." Michael said way too fast and I was getting worried now as they clearly were hiding something from me.

"You better tell me now." I demanded but they kept looking at me, as if I had lost my mind. "There is nothing really.." they even held their hands up in surrender and normally I would believe someone of they did that but not these two and it even made me feel annoyed with them.

"Whatever." was all I mumbled before I turned my attention to the road and I felt the guilt in this car. I couldn't stay mad at them though. We stopped in front of the studios and we walked to our seats, which was somewhere in the middle. We waited till Graham came through the doors and when he did we all cheered for him that is until he announced the guests. Tonight we will be talking to; "One Direction, Michael McIntyre, Olly Murs, John Bishop and Miranda Hart" I wasn't really paying attention to the other guests and I looked at both my friends, who were looking everywhere but at me.

"Did you two know that they would be on this show?" I asked them feeling slightly betrayed by them. "We knew" they finally confessed and this made me feel even angrier. "Why didn't you two tell me this?" I said through clenched teeth. "Because we knew you would call it off and to be fair you are in the audience, he isn't going to notice you, so please just relax." They had a point with that, I mean it was 8 months ago that we last spoke or saw each other. He had probably forgotten all about me. I sighed but relaxed a bit. The show was coming along quite nicely and I was enjoying myself and I was thanking the universe that One Direction was saved for last. So I could really relax and at some point I even forgot about the lads.
"So let's bring out the last quests for tonight, here they are ONE DIRECTION!" Graham said excitedly and to be honest I was curious to see what Niall looked like. I hadn't seen any of his video's or pictures in magazines. I stopped following him on twitter as I deleted my account and my Facebook was set too private.

"Welcome guy's, so congratulations on your new album!" Graham said but I wasn't really paying attention, as my eyes were locked on Niall. "Thank you Graham" they said in unison, which was something I witnessed at first hand and sometimes that was really funny but it could also get really annoying.

"Zayn tell me, when is the wedding?" I wasn't interested in what Zayn was going to do, the only one I wanted to hear talk was Niall. "We aren't planning anything yet but it will be somewhere next year." I had my doubts about those two to be honest, I mean why postpone your wedding for so long, it's really weird.

"That's great to hear but Harry and Niall, are you both still single?" I held my breath when he asked that and I was praying that Niall wasn't dating someone even though that was really selfish. I was already seeing green with jealousy and he hadn't even give an answer. It was like he felt my presence as his eyes suddenly locked on mine and I sat down a bit to not attract attention to me but I was already to late, as he already spotted me.

"No I'm still single." I felt a huge relief going through my body. God I'm selfish and I felt a myself getting red and I had a hard time breathing. Michael looked over to were I was sitting and I felt his worry. "Please don't look at me Michael, this will attract attention to us, please" I whispered and he quickly looked at the stage but when I did that Niall was already gone just as the rest of One Direction. It didn't help one bit though as I was struggling to breath. I had to leave and I was happy when there was an interlude. I grabbed my purse and ran to the exit. I almost fell on my knees when the cold air hit my face but someone held me up.
"Just breath love." I wasn't paying attention to the person who was helping me. He lifted me in his arms and pulled me inside a car and for some odd reason I didn't fight this, as I felt myself relax. When my panic attack was slowly fading away I took in the situation. I was in a car with someone. "Are you alright, love?" he said with a Irish accent and that's when I knew who had helped me, Niall was holding me, helping me, again.

"Niall?"

"Yeah, hi." He said with a smile laced through his voice and I quickly turned my face towards him and I looked straight into his blue eyes. I missed his arms around me, wait that is really the only thing I can think off right now? What is wrong with me? I tried to get out of his hold but he wasn't having it..

"Since when do you have panic attacks?" he asked worried and I really didn't want to tell him that."That's really none of your business!" I snapped at him, feeling a bit trapped. "God stop being so stubborn, I saw how you reacted when Graham asked that question, you were almost jumping out of your seat because you were jealous." he threw this in front of my feet, knowing how to get me all flustered.

"I wasn't jealous and I'm not stubborn." I added like a little child who wasn't getting her way. "You are and it isn't working on me, not anymore" he stated and that threw me off. "What do you mean?" I demanded and that's when a smirk appeared in his face. "This!" Next thing I know he crashed his lips against mine and I couldn't resist him any longer and I kissed him back feverishly. I missed everything about him. His scent, his lips, his smile, his jokes, his sweetness, just everything. He let go of me and it left me a bit disoriented. I didn't realize we were driving until we stopped in front of his house. He got out of the car and lifted me up into his arms and carried me into the house.

We didn't stop until we had reached his bedroom and he just dropped me there. He was being dominant and I really liked that. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me on my soft spot. He was taking no prisoners this time and next thing I know we lay beside each other catching our breath. He pulled me into his arms and nuzzled my hair, I felt totally at peace and now I finally realize that this was home to me. "Please, don't ever leave again" he said softly and it brought tears to my eyes because I was so stupid the past few months. I lifted myself a bit to look him in the eyes.

"I will never leave again because I'm finally home."

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