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(Louis' POV)
Hey Louis, party at my place at 8! -Jemmie
I read the text, trying to think of when I even got Jemmie's phone number. I mean, we had gone to school together. But we never talked. Not until she became my replacement, yeah, ouch. But the boys replaced Emma, so I guess it's even. I checked the time and saw that I should probably be leaving soon. I grabbed a new shirt, slipped it on, and ran downstairs. I yelled out to tell my mom I would be out for a while before running out the door and getting in my car.
Surprisingly, I had been to Jemmie's house. Back in high school, she was always the one to throw parties. Funny how she became such good friends with Emma, they are complete opposites. After about fifteen minutes of bad radio in the background, I arrived at the crowded, loud house. The door was wide open so I welcomed myself into the house. I swear I had arrived on time, but there were already like 100 people here. Gosh, it's like she invited the whole town.
I see some guys I used to hang out with and they wave me over to their own group in the middle of the living room that seemed to be being used as a dance floor. We talked for a bit about the band and then about what they were all doing. I felt weird since I was the only one not in college, but no one seemed to care about that.
"Oh, look at this one." Ryan said, pointing. We all looked and saw a group of girls dancing. "Whoa." Evan breathed out. I looked back over at the group and knew exactly which one they were talking about. Problem was, it was Emma. I wonder if they even remembered Emma. And if they did, what would they say when they realized it was her? I quickly started talking about something we all loved- football. Suddenly all attention was taken off of Emma and I felt relieved. Not that I was jealous, I just wanted to protect her. Yeah, that's it.
I finally stopped worrying about Emma and got into the next conversation Ryan started after I finished distracting them. I guess they all must have girlfriends or something. "So Louis, you seeing anyone lately?" Tyler asked. "Well, I just br-" I jumped when I felt someone grab my shoulders from behind.
"Louis!" Emma squealed and hugged me. I smiled and watched as the guys all watched intently. "I didn't know you were here!" she yelled over the music. "Yeah, well, I am." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Come on and dance with me!" she pulled at my wrist and whisked me away from the guys. I looked back at them and they all started cheering and telling me to "get it". Little did they know that Emma and I were just friends.
Then I realized what was happening. Emma was holding on to my tightly, rocking back and forth on her heels, staring at me with a smile. Okay, this is not normal. "Emma, you okay?" I asked. "I'm great! How are you?" she giggled. Whoa, this is weird. "I-I think I'm alright." I stuttered and she giggled again. The song changed and Emma adjusted herself to it. She turned around and got well.. very close to me. I didn't even know she could dance, let alone like this. It was weird and different and awkward, but I didn't stop her. Who knows why, but I didn't do anything.
Once the song ended, I decided I needed to get some fresh air for a moment. I had to pry Emma off of me, but I finally got out to the backyard. I stood outside for a moment and looked up at the stars, wondering what the boys were doing back in their hometowns. Even what Eleanor was doing in Manchester. Oddly, I had been thinking about her more and more since we broke up. Maybe it was because of what she said, or maybe because I still have feelings for her.
I had enough with my alone time and headed back inside to find Emma dancing with a larger group of people. I tapped her shoulder and she spun around, laughing hysterically. I noticed the red cup in her hand and found the answer to all the strange behavior. But why would she drink, she hates alcohol? "Emma, what are you drinking?" I took the cup out of her hand and sniffed it. There was definitely some alcohol in there. "Just some punch. It's really yummy, you should go get some!" she snatched the cup back and downed the last few gulps of drink left. "I'm alright, and I think that's enough for you." I took the cup and threw it on the ground. She sighed, but then grabbed my shoulders and started dancing as another song began.
"By the way, thanks for saving my life the other day." she spoke. "Oh yeah, no problem?" It came out like a question, but it's not like drunken Emma could tell the difference. I really can't wait to make fun of her about this. But I'm also glad I'm here right now. Who knows what she'd be doing if I wasn't here to keep her somewhat grounded. "I'm glad it was you that I went to first." she said. What did she mean by that? I hoped to God she wasn't talking about the kiss. That was a big mistake. And now, I doubt I'll ever have a chance with her.
Yeah, I like Emma. A lot. And I really want her to be mine. Not just my best friend, but my girlfriend. And kissing her that night, well it kind of ruined everything. She wasn't expecting it and obviously she doesn't feel the same way since she pulled away. I've been trying to forget about that night, really really trying. But it doesn't ever seem to disappear. However, Emma is tipsy. Maybe I can- no, I can't. God, Louis, did you seriously just consider taking advantage of your best friend? Not your best idea. Okay, time to stop talking to myself. I'm not that insane.
"You remember when we kissed?" she finally asked the dreaded question. I nodded my head, refusing to look at her or say something. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." she said, in a more serious tone; one that didn't resemble the tipsy Emma. Was this serious? I looked down at her and watched as her eyes trailed all over me. I don't really know whether to feel excited or violated. But she.. she just looks so beautiful. Her eyes are big and blue: absolutely breathtaking. Her touch is soft and gentle, different than most would expect, but perfect. The rosy pink color of her cheeks is adorable, especially since I know it isn't makeup. It's just becoming impossible for me to take my eyes off of her.
Finally she looked back up at me and stopped dancing. I didn't even get to think before she pressed her lips onto mine. I gently touched her jaw line and pulled her closer. She locked her hands behind my neck and leaned back, knowing that I was holding her. I kissed her with all that I have, not knowing if I would ever get to do this again. Kissing Emma felt like kissing Jesus.. at least I assume that's how kissing Jesus would be. She's absolutely addicting. Hard to believe I hadn't realized this before. Kissing her makes me forget everything: the fights, Connor, Eleanor, every last thing that has happened this summer. All I can think about is how absolutely beautiful Emma truly is.
Then of course, Evan interrupts us.
I felt someone hit my shoulder and we both instantly pulled away. I turned around and let go of Emma, only to see Evan standing there with two drinks in hand. Evan was a year younger than all of us, but had somehow made it into our group. He was a pretty cool kid, at least, when he wasn't breaking up the best freaking moment of my life.
"Louis! You gotta have one of these! I don't know what's in it but it's fucking amazing!" Evan pushed the red cup into my hand. I took it and Evan smiled, taking a big gulp and running back off to Ryan and Tyler. I sighed and turned back around, expecting Emma.
But she was gone.
I looked around the cramped room and saw no sign of the tiny blonde in the dark blue dress. This is going to sound a bit weird, but in fact, I spent the next hour looking for her around the house. If this was some stupid game of 'hide and go seek', it really wasn't all that funny. Once I had Emma, I didn't want to let her go. And oh look what I did, I let her go. Smooth, Louis. I decided to check the kitchen again. No Emma, but I did find Jemmie. I walked up to her, figuring she would know where Emma went.
"Hey Louis, having fun?" she asked, setting her cup down and turning to me. "Where's Emma?" I asked. "She left like an hour ago. Said her mom needed her." she shrugged her shoulders. I sighed, realizing that my James Bond hunting had been for nothing. "Okay well, party was great, but I think I'm heading home. Thanks for having me." I hugged her quickly and left the room, looking for a way out of the crazy house.
I made it to the quiet street and found my car. I got in and sat there for a few moments, just thinking about tonight. Emma kissed me, but she was drunk. I have no idea if that was just her being crazy or her being truthful. No one does, Emma's never been drunk. If she remembers, I'm dead. If she doesn't, I'm left heartbroken. God, I sure did fuck up this time. Why did I even go to this stupid party?
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(Emma's POV)
I need to leave, like right now. Going to that party was a big mistake. Why do I always have to give into peer pressure by Jemmie? Ugh I don't even know why we're friends, but we are.
It was fun and enjoyable until that one kid, Evan I think his name is, handed me some 'punch'. Turns out it was spiked and I got a little tipsy. Yeah, all those stories about people not remembering being intoxicated are fake. I remember the whole fucking night and trust me, it wasn't pretty.
Just why in the world did Louis have to show up? He always has to make things complicated. If he wasn't there I would have never kissed him and I wouldn't be having to leave for California early.
Yeah, that's right. I'm leaving about four days early. It took a lot of pleading, but my mom finally agreed and bought me a last minute plane ticket for 11:00 today. Currently, I am throwing any object of importance in the numerous suitcases laid out on my bedroom floor. I don't really care right now, I just need to get away from this town; away from Louis.
I'm falling for him. It's a fact. But I don't want to. It seems to be unavoidable when he's around, so my only choice is to go. Then, hopefully, it will disappear. Louis' too good for me anyway. I don't deserve him.
"Emma, are you ready to go?" my mum yelled from downstairs. I zipped up the suitcases and yelled back "yeah". One by one, I brought the bags downstairs and my mum took them out to the car. Checking my now almost empty room for the last time, I ran downstairs and got in the car with my mum. I was only going away for six weeks, then I'd be back for two more weeks until the fall semester started. My mum was sad, but she knew this was what I wanted to do and I had been waiting for it for a long time.
I took one last look at our all too familiar street as we drove away, leaving all the memories behind; good and bad.
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(Louis' POV)
"Hey Mum, where are the Scotts going?" I yelled after seeing Emma and her mum pack about five suitcases into the back of their car and drive away. I walked down the stairs and found my mum playing with the twins in the living room. I smiled and sat next to them. I still had no idea if Emma remembered last night or not. But I figured if she did remember, she would've talked to me before leaving for their vacation or whatever.
"Oh, Melanie is taking Emma to the airport." she said. "Where is she going?" I asked, confused. I had heard nothing about Emma going on a trip this summer. "California. She got accepted.. to Stanford.. didn't you know?" she locked eyes with me, looking a bit worried. "No, I didn't." I said sternly.
I can't believe she didn't tell me she got accepted! Or that she was leaving today! She didn't even come to say a simple 'goodbye'. Why would she do that?
Oh man, what if she remembered? What if she remembered last night and didn't like it? Would she be so mad that she had to leave? Oh no, this is my fault.
"I need to go, be back.. uh.. later." I said, getting up, not really knowing when I'd be back. I got in my car and drove off, fairly quickly I might add. They had left about twenty minutes ago, making it much harder to catch them. My phone vibrated and I picked it up quickly.
Flight leaves Leeds Airport at 11:00. Good luck, Lou. xx -Mum
That made me smile. My mum knew exactly what I was doing and she was hoping for it to go well. Of course, I only had forty minutes until her plane left, so I had to hurry.
It took a while, but I finally made it to the airport. I parked my car in the garage and walked across the street to the terminal. I checked my phone: 10:52. Oh shit. I started to run up towards the gates. Realizing that I couldn't get passed security without a ticket, I tried to buy one on my phone as quick as I could. An announcement came over the loud speaker and my ears perked up.
"Last call for Flight 382 to New York, later connecting to San Francisco, United States at Gate C5." the voice was projected and a smile grew on my face. The transaction for my ticket was complete and I showed it to security, telling them I was in a bit of a hurry. I also mentioned I was a member of One Direction. Hey, fame can come in handy sometimes. I made it through security quickly and ran towards the C gates. 5 was of course at the end. But I ran as fast as I could. Beads of sweat were dripping down my forehead. Why does this airport have to be so big? I finally made it to C5.
Just in time to see the attendants closing the doors and the plane heading for the runway.
(A/N: Dramatic... so, what did you think! Comment your opinions, predictions, whatever! Just talk to me! haha. Okay so I apologize for the super late update. I went to the best camp ever last week: WOODLEAF woop woop! It was seriously the best week of my life. Anyone that goes to Young Life will be able to vouch for me. So I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you understand. The title of the chapter is called "Run" which is an amazing song by this guy named Joel Adam Russell. I met him at camp and he performed. THIS GUY IS CRAZY GOOD. I attached the link to the song and hopefully you guys can check it out and listen to it. BTW the entire album is on iTunes and Spotify. Tell me what you think of it! Next update will be soon. Until next time! Love you all! -Katie)