2; Comfort zone & Green Eyes

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2; Comfort zone & Green Eyes:

Emma's POV:

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Which means attending a huge party after your first week of working. And that means that I will be attending a lot things like this. It's the announcement party for the new Take That Tour.

The music is blasting in my ears and everyone is dancing. The DJ plays his favourite tunes and everyone has a great time.

I am wearing a shimmery silver dress with a black belt. I have platform heels on, I love them these are especially more comfortable than normal heels, thanks Jeffrey Campell. I can spot the curly head at the bar as he sees me he grins like a fool. I swear he is pain on the ass. He hasn't stopped asking me out for dinner. And each time I said of course no he tries and tries. I spot Mark next to him too so I make my way to him.

"Hi!" I kinda shout.

"Hey want a drink ?" I nod. The good thing about England; I'm allowed to drink at the age of 20. Which means no need of a fake ID.

"You look hot." Harry whispers in my ear. I gulp down my drink and answer; "you don't look so bad either." I take another shot and I can feel the affect of alcohol in my body. It's time to get wasted!

"A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODYyyyy!" I scream out of my lungs. I'm having so much fun. I think I'm starting to like this. I'm dancing with Harry. I had about 10 shots I think hah. Oh tomorrow morning will be bad. So bad.
I'm dancing like crazy, not caring about anyone around me. As Harry puts his hands on my waist I start rubbing slightly my bum on him. I know it's wrong but who cares! Our dancing gets intense but the abrupt stop of the music let us stop.

Someone is standing on stage and I can't believe my eyes; Gary Barlow.

"Since when is he here?!" I whisper in Harry's ear.

"As it started. It's the announcement party so they are always here I mean the celebs." I nod. I'm shaking as I hear my name.

"-And I want to thank Emma for this great idea!" Everyone cheers. Gary fucking Barlow knows my name! But somehow he calls me on stage. Oh no. I'm pale as a ghost as I walk up. And now?

He hugs me and whispers a thank you. Just one time more everybody claps and I stay there awkwardly next to Gary. I follow him down the stairs and he smiles at me.

We are at the VIP Lounge a waitress gives me a champagne glass and I zip on it.

"So I heard you are a fan?"

"Uh yes..."

"That's awesome! I already have your VIP tickets for our tour a few cities which you can attend with one of your friend can't wait to see you there." He hands me a envelop and my heart beats fast.

"I'm sorry but I need to go I have a wife who is impatiently waiting. Have fun!"

"Thank you." He hugs me and he is gone.

Has this really happened? Or is this a dream?

I let myself fall on my back and take a deep breath I blink a second as I see Harry. I laugh at him staring at me like this.

"What?"

"You look happy!"

"I am!"

"Why?"

"Gary knows that I exist. I got VIP tix for a few shows. He hugged me twice. I talked to him what could I want more?"

"Food?" As he says that my stomach grumbles. I nod in agreement he takes my hand and we make our way outside. It's chilly but it's alright. I should have brought a proper coat though.
He notices that and pulls his jacket over my shoulders.

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