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Queen of My Heart	By : SavageWords Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Westlife Views: 1656 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: Amy (SavageWords)
Title: Queen of My Heart
Rating: 18+ (Eventually)
Fandom: Westlife~Kian Egan
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Westlife or any members of the band. I do own Emmy McAllistair, as I made her up. I'm not making any money off this story. It's just here for entertainment purposes.
Summary: When Kian and Emmy met years ago, she was the little rich girl from America. He was the local Irish boy her father never thought was good enough to be her friend. Keeping their friendship a secret they became as close as family. But when Emmy had to go back to New York, Kian swore his heart broke that day as Emmy vowed to return to him when she could. Now in the present, Emmy is back. But things have changed in Sligo. Now it's Kian who is the rich and famous one, while she is just plain Emmy. Not only that Kian isn't exactly forthcoming on what he does for a living. What happens when Emmy finds out? But importantly what does Kian think about the grown up Emmy? She isn't the same little lass who used to tag after him. She is now all woman and a beautiful one at that. Can their friendship survive as they both begin to look at each other in a different light? Kian realizes just how beautiful she is and that could only lead to his downfall.
Pairing: Kian Egan and OFC
Feedback: Ok I know there is tons of Westlife fans out there. So tell me what you think of this please!!

Sligo, Ireland-1989

“Kian you be careful now! Don’t go ridin’ that bike like a wild man, do you hear me boy?” Rose Egan yelled out to her grandson. She watched with hawk like eyes as Kian raced up and down the path at a breakneck speed. She swore that her grandson had a death wish sometimes with the way he had no fear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Nine year old Kian flashed his grandmother a toothy grin as he got ready to race back up the path.

Rose sighed as she watched Kian take off. It was their regular day at the park together. She loved taking Kian places and today was no exception. But sometimes her beloved grandson loved to scare her with his antics. “That lad will be the death of me.” She sighed as she went back to her knitting.

Kian bit down on his lower lip as he began to pick up speed. He loved riding his bike. He felt free when the wind whipped at his soft brown hair. He gripped the handlebars and began to pedal faster. He laughed as he raced down the hill. He knew he was scaring his grandmother but it was fun. Besides he knew that Grandma Rose wouldn’t be too mad at him. She never was.

Coming to a stop at the bottom of the hill, Kian noticed a little girl standing by the road watching him intently. Putting a frown on his face, Kian tried to ignore her as he approached her. But he noticed that she had her eyes firmly on him, as if watching his every move. As he came closer he turned his head. “What are ya lookin’ at?” He snapped. Even at nine years old, girls were still yucky. They were a waste of time as far as he was concerned.

The little girl’s bottom lip began to quiver as she looked up at him. Kian could see she was no older than 7 years old. He could tell right away that she wasn’t from around here. She just didn’t fit in. Dressed in a red velvet jumper with a cream colored fancy blouse, she had matching knee socks and black patent leather shoes. She had honey colored hair that was tightly pulled back into neat braids at each side of her head. From on his bike he could see that she had deep green eyes framed by long honey lashes.

“You’re not gonna cry are ya?” Kian asked as he stopped in front of her.

“I don’t cry. Crying is for babies.” The girl put her hands on her hips as she glared back at him. “I was just looking at your bike. It’s a great bike.”

“I got it for me birthday last year.” Kian said proudly. “I can race like the wind.”

The little girl frowned as she looked down at the ground. “I can’t have a bike. Daddy says bikes are for boys.” There were tears in her voice as she sniffed.

“Bikes like this are for lads.” Kian retorted as he snorted. “Have you even ridden a bike?”

“A couple of times. Daddy doesn’t know.” The little girl grinned up at him.

“What’s your name?” Kian asked her.

“I’m Emma Marie McAllistair.” The little girl stuck out her hand and grinned from ear to ear.

“Kian John Francis Egan.” Kian took her hand and gave it one good shake and then dropped it.

Emma’s mouth formed a small O as she stared at him. “That’s a lot of names. Does your nanny call you all those names when you’re bad? When my nanny gets mad she calls me by my full name.”

“I don’t have a nanny!” Kian scoffed at her. “Me mum takes care of me. Mum and Dad, and my grandmum.” He pointed over to Rose who sat on the bench. “Where are ya from anyway? You talk funny.”

“I don’t talk funny. You do.” Emma glared at him.

“Yes ya do talk funny, and ya didn’t answer my question.” Kian stuck his tongue out at her.

“I was born in New York City. My daddy is from America and my mommy is from here in Sligo. We just moved here.” Emma explained.

“So you’re not even a real Irish.” Kian laughed at her.

“I am too! My mommy is Irish.” Emma protested.

“It’s not the same.” Kian shrugged.

“How fast can you go on your bike?” Emma quickly changed the subject as if the current one was too painful.

“Fast.” Kian bragged.

“I bet I could go faster.” Emma boasted back.

“HA! Just try it.” Before Kian knew what he was doing he got off the bike and handed it to Emma.

Emma gave a small smirk as she took the bike and straddled it. With her small stature the bike was too big for her. But that didn’t stop her. She got on the seat and began to peddle furiously. With the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth she began to pedal faster.

Kian’s eyes widened as Emma turned around and came speeding to stop in front of him. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Emma had a wide smile on her face as she looked up at him. “So did I do good, Kian?” Her face glowed with pride.

“For a lass.” Kian quickly brushed her off. “But lads are better. Let me show ya.” Kian grabbed the bike away from her. No girl was going to show him up on his own bike. Peddling hard, he sped away from her. He was going to show this girl that she had no business riding a bike.

Emma stood and chewed her lower lip as she watched Kian turn around. Then suddenly he began peddling hard as he raced towards her. Emma’s eye widened as she watched him pick up speed. He definitely was the best at bike riding. Kian was fast. All of a sudden her face paled as she shouted out to him. “Kian watch out!” She pointed to a branch that lay on the pavement, right in Kian’s path.

But Kian couldn’t hear her in time. As his front tire hit the branch the bike jerked and Kian fell off, landing hard on the pavement. Instantly pain flooded his body as it connected with the cold hard cement. A sharp pain exploded below on his right cheek and his hand came up to cover it.

Emma ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She reached Kian quickly and hovered over him. “Kian are you ok?” There were the tears in her voice again. She put her hand on his shoulder.

Kian jerked away from her as he looked up, glaring at her. “Get away from me!” He tried to hide the tears that were forming in his soft blue eyes.

“Are you crying Kian?” Emma asked worriedly.

“NO! Lads don’t cry.” Kian quickly wiped away any tears that might have been showing.

“Oh Kian I’m so sorry. Please be ok. I don’t care if you race faster than me.” Emma bit her lip as hot tears splashed down her chubby cheeks.

Kian looked up and in that instant he felt his heart soften. There stood Emma with her eyes red rimmed as her cheeks were stained with her tears, tears for him. Even though he made a pact with his mates that lasses were beyond yucky, he couldn’t help but start to like Emma. “Don’t cry Emmy. I’m ok.” He lifted his hand from his cheek.

When Emma saw the blood, she started to scream. Instantly she dug out a pristine white handkerchief from her pocket and pressed it to Kian’s bloody cheek. “Oh I hurt you bad. I’m so sorry Kian.” She began to cry.

Rose came over quickly and looked down at the two children. “Kian what happened? Are you ok, son?” She bent down to look at her grandson.

“I’m fine Grandmum. I just fell off of me bike.” Kian grinned up at his grandmother. “It’s ok, Emmy was here.”

“Emmy?” Rose looked at him with a quizzical glance.

“Grandma, meet Emmy McAllistair. She’s me new friend, even if she is a lass.” Kian grinned over at Emma.

Rose gave the young girl a gentle smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Emmy. Thank you for helping Kian.”

“Is he gonna be ok?” Emma sniffed.

“I think he’s goin’ to be just fine.” Rose assured her. “But I think it’s time we should be headin’ home. Are ya here with your parents?”

Before Emma could answer, she heard her name being called. “That’s Oliver, my driver. I have to go.” She looked over at Kian. “I hope your cheek feels better, Kian. I’ll see you later, ok?”

“I’ll be fine, Emmy. Can ya play tomorrow?” Kian asked with hope in his big blue eyes.

“I will try Kian. It was very nice to meet you and thank you for letting me ride your bike.” Emma smiled at him. “Goodbye.” She waved to Kian and Rose as she turned and ran in the direction of a black limo.

As he watched her go Kian felt a funny feeling in his stomach. Normally he hated girls but there was something about Emma that he liked. “She was nice wasn’t she, Grandma?”

“Yea she was, Kian. She is a very nice lass.” Rose smiled. “But we should get that cheek looked at. Come on, ya can see Emmy tomorrow.” Rose helped her grandson to stand.

Walking away Kian looked back to see if he could see Emma again. He just hoped that he could see her again.

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Sligo- 1991

Kian kicked the trunk of the tree as he waited. He buried his hands in his pockets as he looked up trying to see down the path. Taking his hand out of his pocket he looked at his watch again. It was after three and she was late, once again. Giving a heavy sight, Kian was about ready to leave when he heard her soft infectious laughter. Looking up he burst into an ear to ear grin. “It’s about time Emma Marie McAllistair.”

Emma came running down the path, with the cool autumn wind whipping her soft honey colored hair back from her face. Her cheeks were red from the cold and her green eyes were sparkling as she smiled. “I’m sorry Kian John Francis Egan. I tried to get away earlier but Broomhilda wouldn’t let me go. So I had to sneak out.” Broomhilda is what Kian called her nanny.

“Will ya get in trouble?” Kian asked worriedly. Since the day they had met at the park they had been meeting to play. Sometimes Kian would bring her home to see Grandmum Rose and to have a snack. His cousin Gillian would often meet them there and the three would play until Emma’s driver would come to collect her.

At first Kian wasn’t sure he would like the young American-Irish girl. But once he saw her tears that she cried over him, they became fast friends. He knew that Emma’s daddy was rich and he didn’t like it that she had a playmate that wasn’t. He knew the reason that Emma didn’t bring him home. He knew her father hated Ireland and that included the people in it. Yet her mother was a different story. Fiona McAllistair loved her native country, and wanted her daughter to share that love. Even though it was going against her husband’s wishes, she often helped the young friends meet.

“I don’t care.” Emma shrugged as she walked up to Kian. Being two years younger than he was, it wasn’t just his age that made Kian bigger than she was. Emma just reached the top of his shoulder. Which is what earned her the nickname, Little One, from Kian.

“Well I care Little One.” Kian shook his finger at her. “I don’t want Broomhilda chasin’ after me cause she thinks I kidnapped ya.”

Emma burst out laughing as she leaned up against the tree. “She doesn’t like to come here, so we are safe.”

Seeing that she was still wearing her private school uniform, Kian grinned at her. “You just got out of school, didn’t ya?”

She nodded. “I told Oliver that I was meeting a classmate here to study. He helped me sneak out. So that gives us an hour to play.”

“Only an hour?” Kian complained. “I was hopin’ we could go home. Mum said she made some cookies for us.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t. Mommy and Daddy are going out tonight so I’m stuck with Broomhilda.” Emma pouted.

“You’re not comin’ tonight?” Kian looked at her with a wounded look in his eyes.

Emma bit her lip and had a look of regret on her face. Tonight Kian was starring in one of the musicals at one of the local theaters. Emma had promised him she would try and make it. “I want to come but I-“

“Well if it isn’t Kian Egan.” A loud taunting voice called out.

Both Kian and Emma turned to look who the owner of the voice was. When Kian saw that it was Tommy O’Hearn, one of the bullies from his school, he groaned. Kian was mates with a lot of kids in his class but somehow he had come under the scrutiny of the school bully. “Come on Emmy, let’s get outta here.” Kian tried to direct her away from Tommy and his friends that trailed behind him.

“Ooo who is this? Kian’s got a girlfriend, lads.” Tommy taunted him as he turned back to his mates as he smirked.

“She’s not me girlfriend.” Kian grit through clenched teeth.

“I bet she is. I bet ya kissed her, didn’t ya?” Tommy taunted some more.

“Leave him alone!” Emma stepped in front of Kian. “We are just friends.”

Tommy and his friends burst out laughing. “Now Kian’s got a lass to stick up for him” Tommy teased unmercifully. “Do ya really need a lass to fight your battles, Egan?”

Kian clenched his fists, desperately wanting to hit Tommy. He didn’t like Tommy. “I fight me own battles.”

“Sure ya do, Egan. That’s why your girlfriend is stickin’ up for ya.” Tommy shoved Emma’s shoulder hard, knocking her to the ground. “Just how tough are ya?” He glared at Emma.

“Leave her alone!” Kian growled as he stepped in front of Emma to protect her.

“Make me!” Tommy got in Kian’s face.

“I will!” Kian snarled.

Emma quickly got up and stepped in between the two boys. “Stop it both of you.”

“Get outta the way, Emmy.” Kian ordered her.

Before Emma could answer, she heard her name being called by a long shrilly voice. Tommy quickly stepped back and glared at Kian. “This isn’t over, Egan. Next time ya won’t have your girlfriend to defend ya.” He pointed at Kian as he and his friends began to scatter.

Kian turned and looked over at Emma. “I could’ve taken care of it, Emmy. I don’t need ya to protect me.”

“I didn’t want that jerk doing anything to you because of me. Besides, I have to protect you. I’m your guardian angel.” Emma grinned at him. “That’s what Grandma Rose calls me.”

“Emma Marie McAllister I have been looking for you for over an hour! If your father knew where you were, your bottom would be black and blue!” The loud obnoxious voice of Emma’s nanny separated them as she walked up to them.

“I am here with Oliver. He is waiting for me.” Emma tried to explain.

“You lied to him, and to me!” Her nanny glared at her as she grabbed Emma’s arm roughly. Then the nanny moved her eyes coldly over to Kian. “And just what do we have here?”

“This is Kian, my best friend.” Emma boasted proudly.

“Emma please tell me you haven’t been playing with one of the Irish.” There was obvious disdain in the nanny’s voice. “Do you know what your father is going to say?”

Emma jerked her arm away from her nanny’s grasp. “As a matter of fact I have. We do live in Ireland, in case you haven’t noticed.” She glared up at her nanny. “My mother is Irish, or have you forgotten?” There was a fierce protective tone to Emma’s voice.

“I think you are the one who is forgetting here. You are forgetting your manners. It’s time to go…NOW.” The nanny grabbed Emma’s hand and began to drag her to the path.

Kian watched helplessly as Emma smiled sadly at him. She mouthed the words; I’ll meet you tomorrow. He nodded as he gave a small wave. Then she waved as she mouthed the words; You’re my best friend Kian. He wished he could step in and rescue her. He didn’t like seeing his Little One mistreated by her nanny like this. In all the times they had met her, this wasn’t the first time Emma was dragged off. As he watched Emma give one final wave, Kian wished yet again he could be her hero.

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Sligo-1994

Kian paced nervously in front of the big oak tree that had become their regular meeting place. Looking down at the trunk of the tree, he smiled. Carved into the trunk was the initials KE and EM. This was their special place and had been for years. One day to seal their friendship and special tree, Kian had carved their initials into the trunk.

He looked back up at the path and frowned. The note he received from Emma had urgency and despair written all over it. He hadn’t seen her all day. He didn’t like not knowing what was going on. He knew that skipping out on rehearsal was going to land him in a heap full of trouble. But for Emma it was worth it.

Running his hands through his hair his eyes darted down the path, searching for any signs of Emma. When he saw her coming down the path, his heart lightened a bit. Then he saw the slump of her shoulders and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong. “Emmy?”

Emma looked up and the instant she saw Kian she bolted and ran into his arms. Hugging him tightly, she buried her face in his chest as she sobbed heavily. “Oh God Kian, she’s gone.” Her shoulders shook as her body wracked with sobs.

Kian held her as she let it all go, soaking his shirt with her hot salty tears. He rubbed her back as he hugged her tightly. “Talk to me Emmy. Who’s gone? What happened Little One?” He whispered as he rocked her gently.

“My mother.” Emma choked out. “This morning…she…Kian she’s finally gone.” Emma couldn’t continue as another set of tears overtook her.

Kian felt his own eyes water as the truth started to sink in. Emma’s mother had been sick with cancer for about a five years now. In fact that is how Emma found out the real reason her family moved to Sligo. Her mother had known she was sick and wanted to come home to die. No one knew that but Emma. Her mother had told her that with the most guarded secrecy. But with Kian being Emma’s best friend in the whole world, there was no way Emma could hold it from him.

Squeezing her tightly against him, Kian closed his eyes in pain. “I’m so sorry, love. God I’m so sorry. I wish I could help ya Emmy.” His voice cracked. Once again he was feeling helpless where Emma was concerned.

“You can help me, Kian. Just hold me and don’t let go.” Emma cried as she leaned against him. Kian could make it all better. They had been friends for five years, ever since Emma had been seven and Kian had been nine. No one understood their friendship. Emma’s family was very rich and Kian’s wasn’t. It seemed that the only person who cared about that was Emma’s father. He constantly yelled at Emma for her choice in friends. But Emma didn’t care. Kian was her best friend and no amount of money or lack of it would change that. After all Kian shared his bike with her all those years ago.

“I miss her so much. Why did she have to go? Why?” Emma looked up at him with tears streaking down her face.

One look into her eyes nearly brought Kian to his knees. Taking his thumbs he brushed away her tears. “God and the Virgin Mother wanted her home, Emmy. Heaven didn’t have enough angels in it. They needed your mum.” He tried to explain it to her the same way his Grandma Rose explained death to him.

“Well Heaven can have other angels. I want my mum back.” Emma sniffed as she started to cry again.

“I know, Little One. I know.” Kian hugged her.

“But that’s not even the worst part, Kian.” Emma looked up at him.

“Tell me the worst, Emmy.” Kian rubbed her shoulders.

“I’m moving.”

Kian’s head whipped up and he looked deep into Emma’s emerald green eyes. “What?” His voice came out barely a whisper.

“When my dad found out the reason we moved here, he went mad. He started screaming and ranting. He has made arrangements for us to move back to New York. I have to leave you.” Emma’s face crumpled.

“When?” Kian felt like he had been kicked hard in the gut. He didn’t want to believe that Emmy was leaving. She had become his best friend. Not only that she was the one person he could say anything to and not be judged.

“Tomorrow morning after the funeral. He’s not even holding a wake for her. He’s just burying her and then we are leaving.” Emma wiped her eyes. “God Kian I can’t leave her. I can’t leave you.”

Kian knew in that moment that he had to be strong. Wrapping his arms around her small frame, he hugged his best friend. “It will be ok, Emmy. We’ll find a way.” He tried to smile, but in truth he wanted very much to cry with her.

“I just lost my mother, I don’t want to lose you too.” Emma hugged him fiercely.

“You’re not losin’ me, Little One.” Kian tried his best to reassure her, but even he knew that it wasn’t sounding convincing. Deep inside his heart was breaking.

“I love it here in Sligo. I don’t want to leave.” Emma bit her lower lip.

“I don’t want ya to go.” Kian admitted. “I’m afraid you’ll forget me over there in America.”

“I could never forget you Kian.” Emma replied fiercely. “Never.”

Just then Kian stepped back. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small medal attached to a thin silver chain. He pulled it over his head and held it out in his hand. “I want ya to have this, Emmy.”

Emma looked at it closely. “What is it?”

“It’s a Catholic medal. It has the Virgin Mother on one side and an angel on the other. Just like I told ya, the Virgin Mother wanted your mother’s company. Now you can carry both of them with ya, to help you remember me.” Kian slipped the chain over her head and watched as it settled over her heart.

Emma grasped the medal in her hand as she looked up at Kian. “Thank you so much. I’ll never forget you Kian.”

“Emma, we have to go.” Oliver stepped out from behind a tree near the front of the path. He had a sad look on his face as he gazed at his young charge.

Kian sighed. “I gotta go too. I have band practice. Then Shane wants me to help him with his lines.”

“Shane still doesn’t know his lines?” Both Kian and Emma smiled sadly at each other. Emma was a frequent visitor to the Hawkswell Theater to watch her friends in the various musicals. Then Emma looked up at Kian with fear in her eyes. “Wait, when will I see you again? How am I gonna write to you without my father knowing?”

“Just send any letters to Shane’s family’s restaurant. After all the times we hung out there, Shane will know to get the letters to me.” Kian smiled at her sadly. He reached up to caress her face. “I’m gonna miss ya Little One. I’m gonna miss seein’ your face watchin’ me when I’m up on stage actin’.”

“I’m gonna miss you Kian.” Emma tried to smile. She turned away to go meet Oliver. Then at the last possible second she turned to Kian and planted a soft kiss right on his lips. “Thank you for everything.” Before Kian had any chance to react, she was gone.

Kian touched his lips as he stared at the empty path that now lay before him. He suddenly felt empty inside. How could he go on without Emma? His world felt like it was crashing all around him. He would see Emma again. He would have to. After all she was his guardian angel.
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