The Bad Boy Effect
Dimples
Ada's Point of View
I woke up in sweats. This triangle between Harry and Niall really sucked. One day I'd dream about Harry and getting married--something I didn't want to think about, and then the next dream would be jumping off buildings and landing in a tattoo parlor ready to get some tattoos. I picked up my phone, four am. I guess I should just get up and take a shower. There was a text from Harry but I just left it. I didn't need to think about him any more.
After my shower I sat on my bed, freezing. I want to do something; I'm not going to be able to fall back asleep. Maybe I should just see what Harry wants.
From: Hazza 1:56 am
I know it's late but if you're still up can we talk? I was an ass today and I want to explain myself. I can't sleep at all.
I put my phone in my drawer, no more texts for me tonight. God, why is it so cold? I put on my jacket and looked for some gloves as I shivered. My dad probably turned the heat off, he's always hot. Of course they're no where to be found so my pockets would have to do. What's this? I thought. I pulled something cylinder out of my pocket. I turned on my side lamp and held it to the light. Niall must have stuck it in my pocket when we were climbing down. I remember because his pockets weren't very big and it would have crushed the joint. I put it on my desk and sat in my chair staring at it. No Ada, don't be stupid. I sighed and reached into my other pocket. The lighter. I stood up and opened my window. No one can see me. I sat on the ledge and began smoking. No, I'm not addicted, it just made me feel good when I was stressed. And I'm definitely stressed from that dream.
"Will you marry me?" Harry got down on one knee. I smiled as he held my hand on stage. We were playing You and Me again. I couldn't believe it. It was just like that night. The ring wasn't too big, it was perfect--plain and simple. I nodded my head,
"Yes!" Everyone clapped and we looked into the audience until they all disappeared. Harry picked me up and spun me in circles until we heard someone cough. We looked into the audience again and there was one person sitting in the only chair. It was Niall. He stood up and clapped in a sarcastic way. I frowned and looked back to Harry but he was no longer there. "Why are you doing this Niall? I love him. He laughed.
"No, you don't. Now come on, I have something else I want you to do."
"No." I crossed my arms as he turned around.
"Excuse me?"
"I won't come with you. I won't do it." He snickered,
"We'll see about that." And he walked out the door.
I finally snapped out of my dream. I didn't need it to replay again. Why must this be so difficult? It was now 5:30 and the joint was all gone. I flushed the remainders down the toilet and put the lighter back in my pocket. I heard my phone ringing from my drawer. I had to be imagining it because that was Harry's song, You and Me. I lay on my bed and giggled. I should definitely paint something on my wall above me. Maybe a giant cow or something. I laughed again a little louder and then covered my mouth. My dad would be waking up soon for work and nobody needed to find out what I just did. My phone rang again,
Cause it's you and me, and all of the people, with nothing to...
"Hello?" I said giggling.
"Hey Ada. I'm sorry for calling so early I just can't sleep. I really need to talk to you."
"Okay." I laughed some more. I definitely can control my words but my laughter I couldn't.
"Are you okay?" He seemed concerned.
"Yeah, just great. I had this dream and I just can't go back to sleep." He chuckled,
"That funny?"
"Not really. It was actually really weird and kinda scary." I swear if I didn't stop laughing I'd wake my whole family up. "Hold on." I walked outside as quietly as I could and went to the side of my house where a small bench was placed a few years ago. Oakley and I made it just for fun. "Now what do you need?" The cool air helped sober me up.
"I, umm, I just--"
"Damn it's cold out here!"
"Why are you outside Ada?"
"I didn't want to wake anyone up and I felt like I was laughing too loud." When Harry paused for a few moments I tried to get myself together. He knew something was up.
"Can I come over?"
"What? No. It's like six." I heard the garage door open and my dad's car was pulling out of the drive way. "Shit!" I whispered and giggled at the same time. I ran to the back of my house and leaned against the wall. "He almost caught me Harry. That would've been bad."
"What do you mean caught you?" I could hear him getting concerned. Or maybe angry.
"I'm not doing anything that bad Harry! I was just scared my dad would see me out here talking on the phone! Is that a crime?"
"What does 'that bad' mean?"
"Look, I have to go get ready for school. I'll see you later." I hung up. Ugh, so many questions.
By eight the affects were wearing off. I was surprised because the last time it took much longer. I kept quiet, hoping no one would notice. Niall was right, my eyes didn't turn red, they turned into a bright blue. I walked to my first class with Oakley. Unfortunately we had to keep our seats so I was stuck in the back with Amelia.
"Hey Amelia." I sat down, trying to be nice since the first day of school.
"When are you going to stop talking to me?" I sighed,
"Why do you have such a problem with me? I feel like I'm so nice to you and you're kind of a...a"
"A bitch? Is that what you were going to say?"
"No! I would never call you that!"
She snickered, "Still a little good girl even though you're hanging out with Niall." What did that mean?
"Niall's a nice guy."
"Oh really? Then why does he talk about you like you're a piece of meat when he's with some of the guys in study hall?"
"What guys?" He wouldn't do that. I know he can be really mean but he wouldn't talk about me like that.
"I don't know, some of the punks with all of those piercings and tattoos. The only guys in this school who should be allowed to have tattoos are Harry and Liam." She snorted, "They look damn fine." My eyes grew ridiculously large and I laughed.
"Miss Payne! Are we having a problem?" Everyone turned around and looked at me. I slouched in my chair and began turning different shades of pink and red. Mr. Slate glared at me. I never get in trouble, why was he so angry?
"No, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He turned back around and kept writing on the board.
Harry's Point of View
The sucky part about being a year older than Ada was that I never saw her. And when I did she was always with Elisha or Oakley; or both. When school was over I rushed to Liam's car, hoping she would be there. I waited for about twenty minutes until Liam showed up.
"Hey Hazz, what's up?" I pulled my hair out of my face.
"I was just looking for Ada."
He smiled, really pushing for us to be together. "Oh, I see. Well she decided to walk home with Oakley today. She said they hadn't hung out in a while and they needed to work on a literature project." I sighed, "I know this is weird because she's my sister, but did you ever talk to her about that hickey? I just think you guys would be good together. I know you'd never hurt her." Liam was getting into his car and turned the heat on high. "Get in, I'll take you home." I sat down and buckled up, that was one thing Ada was adamant about.
"Yeah, I talked to her. She said it happened but she didn't know how she felt about it. She said it was just a mistake." Lying to Liam sucked. He was one of my best friends but he would be pissed if he found out it was Niall.
"Ouch! I can't believe she said that. I know she has her eye on Niall." I cringed at his name, "He's a cool guy but I don't know how I feel about them together." I chuckled, trying not to seem upset.
"Yeah well, you know I'm biased about the whole situation. God, I should have just talked to her last year. I had to be the bad guy though."
"You did have that image down pretty good didn't ya?"
"Yeah. I get why she stayed away from me but I thought this summer maybe things would change. I was so stupid though. All I did was get drunk and she had to take care of me a few times."
Liam laughed, "Yeah, she's a sweet girl." We pulled into my driveway and I thanked Liam. I had work at five so I didn't have anymore time to think about Ada. I needed to do some homework--keeping my grades up would give me brownie points with her.
Ada's Point of View
"Oaks, come on we have to focus." He was so irritating to work with. I don't know how we ever got anything done; or got As for that matter.
"I'm sorry I just can't figure out what I'm going to do about El."
"What do you mean?" I kept writing out the definitions we needed to know by next Monday. I really needed to get an A to show Mr. Slate I wasn't slacking.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? She's a Jesus freak and I'm not! All she talks about are her church sessions. She hott but when she opens her mouth I swear I want to jump off a bridge." I giggled.
"You're taking her out tomorrow night so just talk about something different. Tell her about your favorite movies and ask her about her move here." Oakley scratched his head with his pencil.
"I guess I could do that. What are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Oh, Maggie's having a party."
"And I'm going to miss it? That sucks!"
"You're going to have fun with El, it won't matter. I think you can go for one night without getting drunk. Look at me--I've never gotten drunk and I have a great time." I laughed as Oakley sighed.
"Fine." I stopped writing but continued to stare at my paper. I needed to tell Oakley, I needed to tell him something at least. It wasn't fair for me to keep lying to my best friend.
"Oaks, I need to tell you something."
"Okay, spill." He didn't look up as he wrote his definitions.
"I've been hanging out with Niall." He laughed,
"What? I thought you were started to like Harry."
"Niall and I are just friends but you know that hickey? He gave it to me, not Harry." Oakley froze. I can't tell if he's pissed or if he's just glad he wasn't the only one who messed up.
"And you're just friends?"
"It was a misunderstanding. I thought I liked him and then I didn't. I ended up at Harry's because I didn't want to go home. He was super drunk so when you saw it I just said he did it. But now I feel bad because Harry knows Niall did it and he's been trying to talk to me about it all week but I keep avoiding him." I took a deep breath. That was the fastest I think I have ever spoken.
I got up and opened my fridge, hoping Oakley wouldn't be too upset. "I guess we're even." He said. I closed the fridge door and he blew his hair out of his face,
"We're even?"
"Yeah, I messed up and you messed up. Everything is good now." He smiled.
"But I'm hanging out with Niall." My sentence trailed off.
"Yeah, he's a really cool guy." I forgot he doesn't know the things we've done together. He smiled, "As long as he doesn't take my place it's cool." I couldn't tell him anymore. Not now at least, I threw him an orange soda and we continued to work.
I walked into the bakery, knowing Harry would be there. I don't really know why I'm here; I just thought I owed him an explanation. And I told Niall we were just friends and nothing more. I was allowed to be with Harry if I wanted to. He was dancing as he swept the floor.
"You've got some pretty awesome moves." I said as I leaned against the front counter. He stopped and looked at me, laughing. I don't think Harry really ever got red. He blushed sometimes but he didn't get embarrassed very often. "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I just don't know what to say."
He looked away, "Do you want a pastry? Maybe some cupcakes?" I looked at him with confusion. Was he going to forget about it now? "Look Ada, I don't want to push you. I have no right barging into your life. You don't like me, I get it. I can't act like I own you or try to keep you away from Niall." He flinched as he said his name. "I just felt like we had something the other night in the closet and I had my arm around you afterwards. And you stayed the night at my house. I don't even remember why and you won't tell me the truth."
"I told you....you were drunk and I helped you home. I've had to do it before." I laughed. He couldn't catch on to that lie.
"You told me you were scared Ada." How was he remembering this? "I'm remembering bits and pieces from that night and I'm having dreams about it. It isn't my business but I think eventually I'm going to find out." I sighed.
"You're right, it isn't your business." I didn't say it in a mean tone; I wasn't ready to tell him yet. He grabbed a vanilla cupcake from the glass case. It was my favorite. I kept looking at him, "Do you want to go with me to Maggie's party tomorrow night? You were going to go, right?"
He finally smiled, showing me those dimples I always wished I call mine. "I missed those dimples." I looked away quickly as he blushed. Did I really just say that out loud? He laughed,
"Yeah, I'll go with you. I was planning on drinking though, do you want to drive?" I was planning on drinking too but I didn't tell him that.
"You live right down the street? How about I drive to your house and we can just walk. I'll walk you home and stay at Maggie's." He nodded and handed me the cupcake,
"It's on the house."
I smiled and I left before I could say anything else that would make me turn into a tomato.
I woke up in sweats. This triangle between Harry and Niall really sucked. One day I'd dream about Harry and getting married--something I didn't want to think about, and then the next dream would be jumping off buildings and landing in a tattoo parlor ready to get some tattoos. I picked up my phone, four am. I guess I should just get up and take a shower. There was a text from Harry but I just left it. I didn't need to think about him any more.
After my shower I sat on my bed, freezing. I want to do something; I'm not going to be able to fall back asleep. Maybe I should just see what Harry wants.
From: Hazza 1:56 am
I know it's late but if you're still up can we talk? I was an ass today and I want to explain myself. I can't sleep at all.
I put my phone in my drawer, no more texts for me tonight. God, why is it so cold? I put on my jacket and looked for some gloves as I shivered. My dad probably turned the heat off, he's always hot. Of course they're no where to be found so my pockets would have to do. What's this? I thought. I pulled something cylinder out of my pocket. I turned on my side lamp and held it to the light. Niall must have stuck it in my pocket when we were climbing down. I remember because his pockets weren't very big and it would have crushed the joint. I put it on my desk and sat in my chair staring at it. No Ada, don't be stupid. I sighed and reached into my other pocket. The lighter. I stood up and opened my window. No one can see me. I sat on the ledge and began smoking. No, I'm not addicted, it just made me feel good when I was stressed. And I'm definitely stressed from that dream.
"Will you marry me?" Harry got down on one knee. I smiled as he held my hand on stage. We were playing You and Me again. I couldn't believe it. It was just like that night. The ring wasn't too big, it was perfect--plain and simple. I nodded my head,
"Yes!" Everyone clapped and we looked into the audience until they all disappeared. Harry picked me up and spun me in circles until we heard someone cough. We looked into the audience again and there was one person sitting in the only chair. It was Niall. He stood up and clapped in a sarcastic way. I frowned and looked back to Harry but he was no longer there. "Why are you doing this Niall? I love him. He laughed.
"No, you don't. Now come on, I have something else I want you to do."
"No." I crossed my arms as he turned around.
"Excuse me?"
"I won't come with you. I won't do it." He snickered,
"We'll see about that." And he walked out the door.
I finally snapped out of my dream. I didn't need it to replay again. Why must this be so difficult? It was now 5:30 and the joint was all gone. I flushed the remainders down the toilet and put the lighter back in my pocket. I heard my phone ringing from my drawer. I had to be imagining it because that was Harry's song, You and Me. I lay on my bed and giggled. I should definitely paint something on my wall above me. Maybe a giant cow or something. I laughed again a little louder and then covered my mouth. My dad would be waking up soon for work and nobody needed to find out what I just did. My phone rang again,
Cause it's you and me, and all of the people, with nothing to...
"Hello?" I said giggling.
"Hey Ada. I'm sorry for calling so early I just can't sleep. I really need to talk to you."
"Okay." I laughed some more. I definitely can control my words but my laughter I couldn't.
"Are you okay?" He seemed concerned.
"Yeah, just great. I had this dream and I just can't go back to sleep." He chuckled,
"That funny?"
"Not really. It was actually really weird and kinda scary." I swear if I didn't stop laughing I'd wake my whole family up. "Hold on." I walked outside as quietly as I could and went to the side of my house where a small bench was placed a few years ago. Oakley and I made it just for fun. "Now what do you need?" The cool air helped sober me up.
"I, umm, I just--"
"Damn it's cold out here!"
"Why are you outside Ada?"
"I didn't want to wake anyone up and I felt like I was laughing too loud." When Harry paused for a few moments I tried to get myself together. He knew something was up.
"Can I come over?"
"What? No. It's like six." I heard the garage door open and my dad's car was pulling out of the drive way. "Shit!" I whispered and giggled at the same time. I ran to the back of my house and leaned against the wall. "He almost caught me Harry. That would've been bad."
"What do you mean caught you?" I could hear him getting concerned. Or maybe angry.
"I'm not doing anything that bad Harry! I was just scared my dad would see me out here talking on the phone! Is that a crime?"
"What does 'that bad' mean?"
"Look, I have to go get ready for school. I'll see you later." I hung up. Ugh, so many questions.
By eight the affects were wearing off. I was surprised because the last time it took much longer. I kept quiet, hoping no one would notice. Niall was right, my eyes didn't turn red, they turned into a bright blue. I walked to my first class with Oakley. Unfortunately we had to keep our seats so I was stuck in the back with Amelia.
"Hey Amelia." I sat down, trying to be nice since the first day of school.
"When are you going to stop talking to me?" I sighed,
"Why do you have such a problem with me? I feel like I'm so nice to you and you're kind of a...a"
"A bitch? Is that what you were going to say?"
"No! I would never call you that!"
She snickered, "Still a little good girl even though you're hanging out with Niall." What did that mean?
"Niall's a nice guy."
"Oh really? Then why does he talk about you like you're a piece of meat when he's with some of the guys in study hall?"
"What guys?" He wouldn't do that. I know he can be really mean but he wouldn't talk about me like that.
"I don't know, some of the punks with all of those piercings and tattoos. The only guys in this school who should be allowed to have tattoos are Harry and Liam." She snorted, "They look damn fine." My eyes grew ridiculously large and I laughed.
"Miss Payne! Are we having a problem?" Everyone turned around and looked at me. I slouched in my chair and began turning different shades of pink and red. Mr. Slate glared at me. I never get in trouble, why was he so angry?
"No, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He turned back around and kept writing on the board.
Harry's Point of View
The sucky part about being a year older than Ada was that I never saw her. And when I did she was always with Elisha or Oakley; or both. When school was over I rushed to Liam's car, hoping she would be there. I waited for about twenty minutes until Liam showed up.
"Hey Hazz, what's up?" I pulled my hair out of my face.
"I was just looking for Ada."
He smiled, really pushing for us to be together. "Oh, I see. Well she decided to walk home with Oakley today. She said they hadn't hung out in a while and they needed to work on a literature project." I sighed, "I know this is weird because she's my sister, but did you ever talk to her about that hickey? I just think you guys would be good together. I know you'd never hurt her." Liam was getting into his car and turned the heat on high. "Get in, I'll take you home." I sat down and buckled up, that was one thing Ada was adamant about.
"Yeah, I talked to her. She said it happened but she didn't know how she felt about it. She said it was just a mistake." Lying to Liam sucked. He was one of my best friends but he would be pissed if he found out it was Niall.
"Ouch! I can't believe she said that. I know she has her eye on Niall." I cringed at his name, "He's a cool guy but I don't know how I feel about them together." I chuckled, trying not to seem upset.
"Yeah well, you know I'm biased about the whole situation. God, I should have just talked to her last year. I had to be the bad guy though."
"You did have that image down pretty good didn't ya?"
"Yeah. I get why she stayed away from me but I thought this summer maybe things would change. I was so stupid though. All I did was get drunk and she had to take care of me a few times."
Liam laughed, "Yeah, she's a sweet girl." We pulled into my driveway and I thanked Liam. I had work at five so I didn't have anymore time to think about Ada. I needed to do some homework--keeping my grades up would give me brownie points with her.
Ada's Point of View
"Oaks, come on we have to focus." He was so irritating to work with. I don't know how we ever got anything done; or got As for that matter.
"I'm sorry I just can't figure out what I'm going to do about El."
"What do you mean?" I kept writing out the definitions we needed to know by next Monday. I really needed to get an A to show Mr. Slate I wasn't slacking.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? She's a Jesus freak and I'm not! All she talks about are her church sessions. She hott but when she opens her mouth I swear I want to jump off a bridge." I giggled.
"You're taking her out tomorrow night so just talk about something different. Tell her about your favorite movies and ask her about her move here." Oakley scratched his head with his pencil.
"I guess I could do that. What are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Oh, Maggie's having a party."
"And I'm going to miss it? That sucks!"
"You're going to have fun with El, it won't matter. I think you can go for one night without getting drunk. Look at me--I've never gotten drunk and I have a great time." I laughed as Oakley sighed.
"Fine." I stopped writing but continued to stare at my paper. I needed to tell Oakley, I needed to tell him something at least. It wasn't fair for me to keep lying to my best friend.
"Oaks, I need to tell you something."
"Okay, spill." He didn't look up as he wrote his definitions.
"I've been hanging out with Niall." He laughed,
"What? I thought you were started to like Harry."
"Niall and I are just friends but you know that hickey? He gave it to me, not Harry." Oakley froze. I can't tell if he's pissed or if he's just glad he wasn't the only one who messed up.
"And you're just friends?"
"It was a misunderstanding. I thought I liked him and then I didn't. I ended up at Harry's because I didn't want to go home. He was super drunk so when you saw it I just said he did it. But now I feel bad because Harry knows Niall did it and he's been trying to talk to me about it all week but I keep avoiding him." I took a deep breath. That was the fastest I think I have ever spoken.
I got up and opened my fridge, hoping Oakley wouldn't be too upset. "I guess we're even." He said. I closed the fridge door and he blew his hair out of his face,
"We're even?"
"Yeah, I messed up and you messed up. Everything is good now." He smiled.
"But I'm hanging out with Niall." My sentence trailed off.
"Yeah, he's a really cool guy." I forgot he doesn't know the things we've done together. He smiled, "As long as he doesn't take my place it's cool." I couldn't tell him anymore. Not now at least, I threw him an orange soda and we continued to work.
I walked into the bakery, knowing Harry would be there. I don't really know why I'm here; I just thought I owed him an explanation. And I told Niall we were just friends and nothing more. I was allowed to be with Harry if I wanted to. He was dancing as he swept the floor.
"You've got some pretty awesome moves." I said as I leaned against the front counter. He stopped and looked at me, laughing. I don't think Harry really ever got red. He blushed sometimes but he didn't get embarrassed very often. "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I just don't know what to say."
He looked away, "Do you want a pastry? Maybe some cupcakes?" I looked at him with confusion. Was he going to forget about it now? "Look Ada, I don't want to push you. I have no right barging into your life. You don't like me, I get it. I can't act like I own you or try to keep you away from Niall." He flinched as he said his name. "I just felt like we had something the other night in the closet and I had my arm around you afterwards. And you stayed the night at my house. I don't even remember why and you won't tell me the truth."
"I told you....you were drunk and I helped you home. I've had to do it before." I laughed. He couldn't catch on to that lie.
"You told me you were scared Ada." How was he remembering this? "I'm remembering bits and pieces from that night and I'm having dreams about it. It isn't my business but I think eventually I'm going to find out." I sighed.
"You're right, it isn't your business." I didn't say it in a mean tone; I wasn't ready to tell him yet. He grabbed a vanilla cupcake from the glass case. It was my favorite. I kept looking at him, "Do you want to go with me to Maggie's party tomorrow night? You were going to go, right?"
He finally smiled, showing me those dimples I always wished I call mine. "I missed those dimples." I looked away quickly as he blushed. Did I really just say that out loud? He laughed,
"Yeah, I'll go with you. I was planning on drinking though, do you want to drive?" I was planning on drinking too but I didn't tell him that.
"You live right down the street? How about I drive to your house and we can just walk. I'll walk you home and stay at Maggie's." He nodded and handed me the cupcake,
"It's on the house."
I smiled and I left before I could say anything else that would make me turn into a tomato.
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