Ada's Point of View

I sat down in the booth as a waitress came to our table quickly. "Can I get the most expensive non-alcoholic drink you have?" I stated before she had the chance to introduce herself. "By the way, he's paying." I smiled and she walked away puzzled. Niall laughed. "Talk." I was so mad at him.

"You know you look awful." I couldn't believe he was trying to make small talk. Especially by making comments about my appearance.

"No shit. I only woke up fifteen minutes before I had to leave and then puked by my locker."

"What? Why'd you throw up?"

"Does that really matter? You drugged me last night and I wouldn't have even known if I hadn't thrown up." The waitress dropped off our drinks. "We'll start off with whatever breakfast appetizer you have."

"Umm, well, ma'am." She looked scared, "We don't really have breakfast appetizers." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay well then I want the most expensive item I can get off of this menu and he'll have the same." I handed her the menus and she looked at him as he smiled and rolled his eyes. She definitely thinks we're crazy. "Now start talking."

"Fine, calm down." I held my breath; he has no right to tell me to calm down. "So after I joined the band and they made me do stuff I didn't want to do I was officially a band member. We did a few performances around town and sometimes traveled to different gigs. Our leaders name was Jumper."

"Jumper?"

"It was his 'street name', whatever that meant. I didn't find out his real name until," he took another sip of his tea, "until he died."

"How did he die?"

"That's for another day." It scared me knowing Niall didn't even flinch when he said his friend was dead. "So what's his name then?"

"Do you want me to finish or not?" Our food came out quickly and I tried to be polite this time,

"Thanks so much." I was so hungry since I didn't have time to eat earlier today.

"Jumper was probably the cruelest lad I've ever met. He threw us around and beat us whenever we did something wrong. And when I say something wrong it could have been something as simple as forgetting a song lyric. Sometimes he would make us hit each other too. We didn't have a choice or we'd either be kicked out of the band or beaten worse by him."

"So why didn't you just leave?"

"It wasn't that simple. He was like my older brother. We had a weird bond but he was there for me when I needed him. I think that's why everything he taught me I still do because to him it wasn't wrong." He paused as he took a bite into his omelet. Niall really knew how to eat. I smiled until he looked at me. He's not cute, he's not cute, he's not cute. I need to keep telling myself that. "Anyway Jumper had an idea to rob a bank. We all thought it was funny but he was serious. My only job was to be the driver."

"You were okay with this?!"

"At the time, yes. I had no fears--Jumper taught us being scared is weak. I was fearless and it felt so good." He made me feel fearless. Is Niall my Jumper? He kept eating and never looked up.

"So then what?"

"I think that's good for today."

"You're kidding right? You drugged me and who knows what else. I can't remember what happened all night."

"How about I tell you what happened that night."

"Ughh, fine." He wasn't going to budge.

Niall told me exactly what happened and I believed him. I know he would never take advantage of me. It's weird because a few weeks ago I would have laughed even thinking that he wouldn't hurt me. We drove back to school and he got out. When I didn't move he popped his head back in the car.

"Are you coming princess?"

"Stop calling me that and no. I don't feel like it." He ran his hand through his blond locks again. I swear guys did that every time they were turned on--even though there was nothing to be turned on about.

"Okay, what do you want to do." He got back in and turned on the car. I honestly have no idea.

"Can we go to the studio you're working at?" He smiled,

"Yeah, I don't work until five but they said I could come in whenever. Do you sing?"

I responded quickly, "I play guitar. I'm okay at singing but I'm pretty good with the strings." Niall nodded, put his car in reverse and we were off.

Niall's Point of View

The studio isn't too far away and I've been wanting to play some music there since I began working last Friday. We don't open until one but I'm sure Cam will be there. When we pulled in Ada got a text. I decided this was a good time to open her door for her. She couldn't remember me being a jerk last night so I guess I could surprise her. I walked around and through the windshield I could see her grinning. Fucking Harry. I stayed calm and opened her door. As she placed her phone back in her bag and took off her seat belt she looked at me in shock.

"Is Niall James Horan opening the door for me?" How did she know my middle name?

"You told me when you were high dumby." So now she's reading my mind too.

"You didn't even know what I was going to say."

"You wanted to know how I knew your middle name. It was written all over your face." We walked towards the building and I tried to hold her hand again. Nope, just another smack. "What do you think you're doing?" It felt like de ja vu. "I told you I don't--"

"You don't like me like that. You like Harry, blah blah blah. You guys have another date tonight?"

"That's none of your business." She crossed her arms so I couldn't try to hold her hand again. I opened the door for her,

"Two nights in a row!" I gasped sarcastically, "Am I invited to the wedding?" She punched me in the ribs. It hurt surprisingly.

I lead her into the control room and her eyes lit up. A few guitars were sitting to the side and she went straight for them; straight for mine. "This is amazing!" I brought a stool next to her and sat.

"You like that guitar lad?"

"Yeah, it's really nice. I would love to play it on Thursday's music night; it's so smooth."

"If you want to you can."

"I don't think they'll let me do that." She laughed as she played the G chord.

"I'm sure it'll be okay. I mean, I am the owner." Ada stopped playing and looked at me,

"It's yours?"

"Yep."

"Huh. Interesting."

"Do you know I'm Yours?"

"Jason Mraz, sure."

I couldn't help but beam as we sang. I don't know why but when I'm with Ada I don't need all of the trouble I cause. I thought I needed her to ween me off of smoking and drinking and hurting people but maybe all I need is her. The only problem is she likes Harry.

The song was over but I didn't want to leave. I could sit with Ada for forever. I talked her into staying and playing a few more songs and she looked genuinely happy. I don't know why she never performed at mic night. The only time I'd ever seen her play was with Harry. Soon enough Marv walked in, one of the managers.

"Hey Marv, this is Ada." She stood up and they shook hands. He could be seen as a scary man to most with tattoos covering his body and long beard but Ada didn't judge him. She actually complimented him on his image. They talked for a few minutes and she somehow managed to get some time in the studio.

"Well I guess I'll be seein' ya at five then."

I tried to take Ada by the hand again; I loved getting a reaction out of her.

"I swear Niall! Stop or I'm not going to hang out with you anymore!" I chuckled and opened her door again--this time she wasn't so impressed. "Opening my door isn't going to solve all of my anger towards you by the way," she said as I got in the passengers seat.

"Maybe I just want to be a gentleman." She laughed at my statement,

"You don't know the half of being a gentleman."

"Maybe I could hang out with you and Harry tonight. If he's such a gentleman I could learn something from him." My sarcasm didn't amuse her. Ada pulled out her phone; probably expecting a text.

"Yeah, and I can make a music video with Miley Cyrus."

"Just sayin'." She didn't have to be so harsh about it. I guess that's what I get when I'm a dick all the time. "I just wanted to let you know Louis asked me to come to the party tonight."

"That's cool." I can't read this girl. It's driving me insane.

"Is it okay if I go?"

"I'm not your mom Niall you can do whatever you want." Ada took a mirror out of her bag and put on some lip gloss. Does that mean she doesn't care?

"I didn't know you could impress someone via text message." She looked at me pissed.

"Seriously Niall?" I winked at her and she turned away. I should really stop making her mad on purpose; it's just so attractive. She zipped her bag up quickly and punched me in the arm--extremely unexpectedly.

"What the hell was that for?"

"I had a great time at the studio."

"So you punch me? I guess I won't do anything nice for you anymore." I couldn't help but laugh. She's so confusing.

"Let me finish!" I loved it when she was mad. It was so sexy. "I had such an amazing time with you; playing music and seeing you smile. I see you smile with the guys but never with me. And when you are smiling, it's because you're being an asshole and you think you're funny. You were smiling because you were happy. It might have had nothing to do with me but I wish you would act like that all the time."

Here we go again, getting all sentimental. "Come on Ada, you know I'm just messing around."

"If you didn't 'mess around' so much I'd want to hang around you for more than finding out your past." She isn't talking anymore but I feel like she wants to add something. I kept looking at her and then the road--waiting. "It almost felt like a date." I locked my eyes on her. She felt like we were on a date?

"Watch out Niall!" I looked back at the road and swerved back to my side. "Are you okay? You're really moody today and now you can't drive."

"Go with me to the party tonight."

"You're funny."

"I'm serious." I felt her stare.

"Now you're crazy. How many times do I have to tell you I'm hanging out with Harry. Do you need me to spell that out for you? H-A-R-R-Y." She continued but I zoned her out. She said we went on a date....or it at least felt like a date. I could live with that; it's a start. A big start. She snapped her fingers in my face and I jumped. "Are you still there?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry."

"Look, it's two thirty can you take me home before anyone sees me with you? No one needs to know we skipped together."

"Yeah, whatever." I pulled into her driveway without putting the car in park. I know she'll hop out and run inside--probably without even saying bye.

"Hey." Or not,

"Hey." This is surprising--and strange.

"I like hanging out with good guy Niall." She said and then kissed me on the cheek. Before I could say anything she was out of my car and locked inside her house. What just happened?

Notes

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