Later, around 10:45am

Emma's POV.

I had just gotten my usual mug of tea and was walking my way into the den, to sit and watch the news, when I heard a loud crash outside followed by several shouts. "What the bloody hell?" I ran through the corridor and as quickly as I could and got outside, forgetting the fact that I still had my hair in a messy bun, smudged makeup, and had thrown on a pair of grey sweats and a hot pink sports bra this morning after the boys left.

"HI EMMA!" I stopped abruptly, as the worlds biggest boyband was standing in front of me screaming at each other, then at me. After everything went silent, I realized that I had spilt my tea on my tummy and sweats, when I had stopped so suddenly, just moments before. I smiled and waved before looking around and inspecting damage. Nothing was harmed except for a broken flowerpot that had, thankfully, been empty.

I was suddenly aware of how underdressed I was as I felt Harry's eyes roam up and down my body. "Nice tummy piercing." Harry said, pointing at my tummy.

I cocked my head, then suddenly remembered the pink jewels I had dangling from my belly button. I smiled and turned. "Thanks. Oh and you lot will be cleaning up the broken clay, later." I turned and walked inside and was glad when I heard them following. I went into the kitchen, poured myself more tea and put the kettle back on to boil. "Tea, anyone?" I heard five murmured replies, but I had my back facing them. I tensed when a pair of arms snaked around my waist, but eased and leaned into them when a pair of lips brushed my neck under my ear. "Ello' Zayn." I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Hello, Emma" He kissed me once more, harder yet still gently, on my cheek.

"Get a room!" Louis yelled and I winced as he walked around the island to face us. He walked over to the large refrigerator and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. "CARROTS!" He turned and I smiled at the sight.

"It seems I couldn't hide a full pound and a half of carrots from you, Carrot King." I grinned and jumped a little as my phone started ringing. I disentangled Zayn from me and walked over to it, humming the ringtone. (Heartbreak Girl - 5 Seconds of Summer). "Hello?"

"Emma...Bring me...Tea...Please?" I chuckled. I moved the phone from my ear.

"Niall, Izzy wants you to bring her tea." I grinned as I heard the squeal on the phone.

"Ni is here?" I nodded, but remembered she couldn't see me.

"Yeap. And he's bringing you tea now." Niall decided to torture her, by going up the two flights of stairs extremely slowly. "He's taking his time, though."

"Put him on speaker, Em."

I smiled and tapped the screen, "okay, you're good."

"NIALL JAMES HORAN! GET YOUR ARSE UP HERE NOW!" he grinned and shouted from the base of the stairs in my direction.

"Why?" I walked over so he wouldn't scream anymore.

"So you can kiss me duh," she replied in a 'really' tone.

"Thank god you guys will be in a room. You won't have to get one, but please. Keep it down. Some of us don't want to listen to the sounds of morning sex over the news, in the morning." I grinned as Izzy hung up and Niall's face turned red, yet paling at the same time, as he dashed carefully up the stairs. "Spill tea on my floor, Horan, and I will make you lick it up!" I shouted and I heard him groan in response. I turned around and went back into the kitchen to find it empty. I grabbed my mug and was turning when two arms snaked once again around my waist.

"Fancy a moment alone, love?" Zayn whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my neck.

I smiled and leaned against him a little. "Of course." I grabbed one of his hands with my free one and pulled him out the side door and onto large the back patio. It was quite stylish, with dark brown masonry, a fair amount of flowers and foilage spread out nicely, and with a matching couch and loveseat on the side. The furniture was white whicker and the cushions were pinstriped, in a color scheme of dark brown, light blue, and creme.

We walked over to the love seat and he sat, pulling me down next to him. I smiled, finding it funny how we weren't dating, at least not officially, but here we were acting like we had been together ages. "Are you ready for tonight?" his hot breath tickled just below my ear, as he planted featherlight kisses along my neck and up my jawline.

"For the most part. I just have to go get an outfit later, with Izzy." I laughed a little.

"What's funny?" I shifted so that I was still cuddled next to him, but so that I could see his face.

"I just thinking of how much I already like you, but I know nothing about you, have known you less than 24-hours, and..." I looked down at my mug and ran my fingers along the rim. "...did I mention I know nothing about you?"

I looked up and he was smiling that dazzling smile again. If I had to sum up the feelings I got from that smile in a few words, well, lets just say I got the 'feels'. "Well, thats kinda why I wanted to talk to you alone. To try and get to know each other a little, before tonight."

I smiled." Do you want to go first and talk about yourself first or do you want me to?"

"You can if you want to, Love." he kissed my cheek again and it made the calming butterflies to become a flurry again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Louis, Harry, and Liam looking out of the kitchen window at us.I ignored them and turned my attention back to Zayn.

"Okaay, I just turned 18 yesterday, my real name is Amelia, I'm in my last year at the London Academy of Performing Arts with Isabelle, my favorite color is peach, and my favorite animal is a horse." I spoke quickly, hoping he didn't think I was babling.

"Well, I am 20, I live on the road with the boys on tour, but off tour I live in an apartment in London. My favorite color is blue and my favorite animal is a lion." He smiled and looked down at me.

"Roses are my favorite flower, but I can never get the ones I like. At least, I haven't seen the peach roses since I've moved to London. I used to live in Wolverhampton, but decided with my mum to move here after she started dating a guy named Paul [{A/N: Yes, it's 1Ds mngr, Paul. I know he isn't divorced, but please. Pretend?}]. I love to read and sing." I looked down at my mug and mumbled a bit.

"I'm sorry, love, but I didn't quite catch that last bit."

"I know." He tilted my chin up so I had to look at him.

"Love...What was it you said?" I frowned.

I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want him to laugh and call me a goody-two-shoes like the others did. "I dunno..." I looked back down at my lap.

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I do."

"Then go ahead."

"Promise you won't poke fun?"

"I promise." I had looked up by now and looked into his eyes. I could still see the boys by the window, but Isabelle and Niall had joined them.

"Well, I've always wanted to be a lawyer." I mumbled, barely loud enough to hear.

He didn't say anything, but he leaned down and kissed my cheek." Why would I make fun of you for that? I think that's quite amazing."

I grinned. "Thank you for not teasing. My mum and Izzy always say being a lawyer is to manly a job for a woman. But, I love law, politics, and history. I can't get enough of it." I took a sip from my mug and frowned as the tea had gone cold.

"I think it's god damned cool that you want to be a lawyer." He smirked and his eyes darkened a bit. He leaned down until I could feel his breath below my ear, on my neck, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in close to his body. I snaked one arm under his and wrapped it around to grab his shoulder and the other went around his neck, so I could rest my hand on the nape of his neck."If anything, it's bloody sexy." At his words, he kissed a spot on my neck and I began to relax until I felt him nip at my skin.

It took me a moment, but when I finally realized he was making a love bite, I didn't care. My fingers toyed in his hair and my arm that was wrappped around him pulled him tighter to me. When he had finished, he blew a puff of breath on the spot and it tingled, but left a kiss. He pulled away, but not before placing a kiss on my lips, one that had me off my feet. It was anything and everything. It was dark, but light. It was hot, but cool. It was passionate, but it was gentle. It was the perfect mix of every little thing I was feeling at that moment and I loved it.

But, I was afraid. The one thing he should know, I knew I couldn't tell him.

At least, not unless I wanted him to die.