Niall's P.O.V.

We walked into Louis and Harry's flat nonchalantly and Harry threw the keys on the table and took his jacket off. We all start to take off our jackets and Emma stands there sighing. I walk up to her and touch her arm and she flinches. I take a small step back. "Is everything okay?" She puts a smile on her face.

"I would like to get to know you better. Can we possibly talk?" I expect her to ask Harry this question not me. Usually the girls run straight to Harry, I prefer not to downgrade myself though.

"Sure. Do you want to go to my flat downstairs?" She nods slightly and interlocks arms with me. I look back at the boys. "Hey, we are going to my flat downstairs so she can get to know me better." All their mouths drop open.

"WOAH! Too much information Niall!" Louis covers his eyes. I honestly didn't mean it like that.

"Niall, next time don't tell us." Liam walks into the kitchen.

"No comment." Harry gives me a weird look then walks away like he is sickened. Zayn stays back with his mouth hitting the floor.

"I didn't mean it like that you guys! WE are strictly TALKING." I emphasize and shut the door to their flat. "Sorry that was really weird." I say blushing and looking away.

"Yeah, that was weird." She pulls her hand away from mine, I officially feel like I have upset her now. I look at her questioningly.

"Did I upset you? I'm sorry if I did." She looks away and I see her roll her eyes.

"Yeah.. Erm. Sure." She folds her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry." I say as I pull out my keys and unlock the door to my almost clean flat. "Also sorry about the mess." I cringe. "My room is the cleanest do you want to talk in there?"

"Are you sure you want to TALK?" Yeah my last sentence didn't sound like I just wanted to talk. It sounded like I was trying to get in her pants. That's not my thing though....

"Yeah, honestly. Just come on." I grab her arm and lead her into my room.

"If you are trying to seduce me or something like that, you're crazy. It's not working." She says rudely and falls into my bed.

"I'm not. I swear." I say confidentially. "Can I ask you the first question?" She smiles and nods her head. "Why did Usher want you to meet up with us?" She looks like she forces a smile.

"Uhh, actually.... Justin wanted me to meet you cause he thought that you guys would like me so, he told Usher and he made it happen." She nods. "Now my turn... What bugs you most about each of the boys?" He taps his chin for a second.

"For Harry: he talks so slow. Louis has smelly feet because he wears his toms without socks all the time, Zayn: every time he enters a room he always says 'vas happenin'' it annoys me! Liam is always busy doing something on Twitter and everytime I want to play a video game or something he is always like: 'sorry man, I am busy on Twitter'." I nod my head. "But we get on really well, I think that our worst fear is splitting up as a band and we would never be able to do that because it would be too hard for us. I think it would take quite a bit of coping for us and our fans." Truthfully I think that we will stay as a band forever until we die.. Or lose our voices.

"You have fans?" She mumbles.

"What?" I say; barely hearing her.

"I said: You need a fan." She starts to fan herself and we both chuckle.

"Are you hungry or anything? If you need anything I can go get it." I say politely.

"Can I have some chips and a sandwhich?" She asks, maybe she had a bit appetite like me!

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