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I'm sorry I haven't updated in ages! I have had so much on! I have had 7 assignments at school which had to be handed in and I only just got back from school camp. Sorry
I hope you all like this chapter
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I woke up to Sarah walking into the room with a tray of my favourite cereal in a bowl, a piece of buttered fruit toast and a warm tea with 3 sugars. Just the way I like it; just not today. At the sight of it I felt like vomiting.
“I don’t know what is wrong with me.” I said to Sarah as I pulled the doona up to my chin because I felt like it was freezing cold. “It feels like its winter and it’s in the middle of August!”
Sarah came up next to me and lightly rested the back of her hand on my forehead. “Shit Emma, your temperature is through the roof! I am taking you to the doctors right now!” Sarah said pulling me out of bed chucking my white skinny jeans and my peach half cut loose fitting t-shirt. I put the clothes on as quickly as I could considering I was sick. Sarah put some light makeup on me as she knew that I wouldn’t go anywhere near the public without makeup as I lacked my self confidence big time.
I chucked on a pair of peach thongs and Sarah helped me walk with her, carrying my weight on her left shoulder. Niall came up and stopped Sarah and I.
“Where are you two going?” Niall asked looking at me with a concerned look.
“I’m taking Emma to the doctors. Her temperature is through the roof and I had to pretty much dress her just then.
Next thing I knew it, Niall picked me up Bridal style.
“I’m coming!” Niall said as he got a grip of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and watched the blurs of what were walls and doors move away from me as we walked away from them.
I closed my eyes and almost fell asleep into Niall’s arms. I snapped back to reality as we got out of the elevator and there were screaming fans everywhere. Niall pushed through the big group of fans that were blocking the door. I don’t know why they were making a fuss for me. It’s not like we were late for an appointment or anything. We haven’t even made an appointment! I don’t know why they were making such a big fuss.
Once we made it outside Niall realized we didn’t have Paul to drive us.
“TAXI!” I heard Niall scream as he waved his arm at a taxi that was now pulling in next to us. Just take us straight to the closest doctor surgery to here.” Niall said as he sat me in the car and did up my belt buckle for us.
I fell asleep with my head on the window and woke again once I was inside the surgery. I looked around re-gaining consciousness a little bit. “Am I sick?” I asked obviously still feeling woozy.
“Emma Hicks?” I heard the doctor call out.
I slowly got up out of my chair and fainted again but this time having Niall and Sarah catch me. I woke up pretty much straight away and walked over to the doctor who was rushing towards me at the same time.
“My name is Doctor Mutton.” The doctor said as he sat in black office chair that looked very comfortable.
As I lay on the hospital bed, Doctor Mutton came over and checked me out.
“I checked your urine samples. You are having an allergic reaction to whatever you ate last. What was the last thing you ate?” Doctor Mutton asked.
“The last thing I ate was a fruit salad from an irish cafe and the only fruit that was in there that I have never had before was a mango.” I replied.
“Well it looks to me that you are allergic to mangos. I suggest you go home and rest. You should be better either tomorrow or the next day... Just don’t eat anything with mango in it!” Doctor Mutton explained
“No!” I protested “I have to be better by tonight! I am dancing at the concert!”
“Well I’m sorry but whatever concert you are supposed to be dancing in is just going to have to go on without you. You just have to call whoever you need to call and let them know that you can’t dance tonight!” Doctor Mutton sounded a little frustrated.
I sat there on the chair and buried my head in my hands letting the tears fall through the spaces in my fingers. That night would have been one the most important of my life.
Once we got home, everyone left to rehearse for the concert that night. I fell to the couch and watched some movies. About 3 or 4 hours later I was feeling a bit better and bored. I decided I would to a cover of one of my favourite songs and put it on my YouTube account that I haven’t touched in the past 3 years.
The song I sang was “Love is Easy” by Mcfly. After I sung and posted the video I started getting hundreds of twitter notifications on my phone. I read them and I then realised that my YouTube was connected to my twitter.
I logged on to find all these One Direction accounts tweeting me. So I thought I should reply to some.
“@1DLover4lyfe: @EmOfficial1 OMG YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD SINGER! I REALLY WANT YOU TO SING WHEN I GO TO THE ONE DIRECTION CONCERT IN LA ON FRIDAY!”
“@EmOfficial1: “@1DLover4Lyfe thank you so much! It’s nice to know that you like my singing but I only dance at the One Direction concerts. Sorry babe! Xox”
“@HoransHugs: @EmOfficial1 So you and Niall dating or something? Cause I saw a picture of him carrying you bridal style today. See... http://t.co/mcStz76Fh8”
“@EmOfficial1: @HoransHugs No we are not dating. I was going to the doctors this morning as I was really sick and I fell asleep in the car.. Niall must’ve been the one who carried me in to the waiting room this morning.”
After I answered those questions I put my phone on my bedside table and had a nap to try and make myself feel even better so I could still perform the next night.
I woke to what seemed like two minutes later to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting. I opened my eyes slowly and to my surprise there was sun streaming through my curtains.
I slowly sat upright and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I felt a bit dizzy as my body adjusted from sitting up too quickly. Once I was back to normal I slowly stood up trying to avoid the dizziness again and walked over to my ensuite bathroom to have a hot shower.
After my shower I quickly chucked on my tracksuit and walked out into the kitchen without bothering to put any makeup on.
I put 2 pieces of multigrain bread into the toaster and stood there sleepily until I realised that everyone was standing at the bench except Sam.
“Where’s Sam?” I asked looking around at the 8 other faces staring back at me in surprise that I’m not wearing any makeup.
“Sh-She got a bit drunk last night.” Emily said scoffing back laughs.
“Sam? drunk? She never gets drunk! Let alone drinks any alcohol at all!” I thought to myself.
“She is in bed. She told me she doesn’t want to show her face after what happened last night.” Abbey said.
I nodded my head as I turned to grab my now freshly cooked toast out of the toaster and butter it.
Just before I took my first bite of the toast I checked the time on the microwave oven next to me.
“11:36AM?!” I asked myself as I did a double take back at the microwave.
I dropped my toast and ran to my room and put my daily makeup on and quickly put on suitable clothing to rehearse for the concert in.
“Well someone is obviously feeling better, aren’t they?” Niall said leaning his left shoulder on wall next to my mirror.
“Oh I forgot I was even feeling sick! I guess I am feeling better!” I chirped happily back at Niall.
“Just don’t forget we have to leave in five minutes!” Niall said as he left my room.’
“I’m almost ready!” I yelled so he could still hear me.
I quickly finished my hair and I pretty much ran out of my room almost forgetting my handbag. Everyone was waiting for me in the living room; including a very hung-over Sam.
We all walked down the hallway of the hotel and got in the elevator which took us down to the car.
Paul was already waiting at the car as we all got there and quickly got us in.
“Now there are going to be a lot of press at the rehearsal today. There has been a rumour spread that Emma and Niall are in a relationship. I want you all to decline it. I want you Emma and Niall to stay away from each other as much as you can throughout the day and through the concert.” Paul said before backing out of the car space and driving off down to the arena.
