The Bad Boy Effect
Beauty and the Beast
Ada's Point of View
I paced in my room. I'm tired of crying and I'm tired of leaning on other people for my problems. I mean, last night wasn't a problem; it was amazing. I just feel so wrong. I wanted to wait for marriage; I wanted to wait until I was certain I love that person. I think I love Niall. I know I didn't do it to get back at Harry because I wasn't thinking about him at all during or afterwards. And it wasn't expected, it wasn't like a tension in the room. I didn't feel pressured and Niall didn't push anything on me. I'm just so young, he's 18, two years older than me. Technically that's illegal and he could get in a lot of trouble. I don't think Liam would be that mad--or would he? I can't tell anyone about this. Maybe I can tell Oakley--
"Ada?" I was still pacing but with no tears.
"Yeah, come in Liam." I look at him and smile; this one was half real and half fake. "Niall just called, he said you weren't answering." I looked at my phone sitting on my desk. "Is everything okay? Did something happen last night?"
"No, nothing bad. I just couldn't breathe. I mean I could breathe in the literal sense, I just need some time away. You know," I pointed at him, "I think I'm going to go for a jog!" I went in my drawer and searched for some clothes. I could feel Liam staring at me, wondering if I'm okay or if I'm trying to hide something.
"Well I'm going to Louis' today. We're going to talk about what we're going to do with Harry." I kept flipping through my clothes, not paying attention to anything that included Harry.
"Yeah, have fun." He closed my door and I quickly changed.
To: Niall 11:45 am
I need space, going for a run....please don't try to contact me. I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm glad I changed his name in my contacts. No more bad boys for me. Ugh, maybe I should say something a little nicer. That came across as mean.
To: Niall 11:46 am
Sorry, that wasn't supposed to sound mean....I had fun last night....Promise, I did. xoxo I'll call you tonight.
There, done. I tossed my phone on my bed and ran out as fast as I could.
As I ran I took in the scent of dew from the grass. Of course it was raining last night; why wouldn't it be? I really should've eaten something though--I'm starving. I ran on a trail throughout our park and the leaves were falling off of the trees. I saw children on the playground that just came from church. I remember playing out there when I was a kid. I always went with my friends after school until I was 13. After that my brother was 15 and "too old" to play. Most of my friends, besides Oakley, were his age so we decided to stop going. It was "childish". Instead, Oakley and I built forts in my backyard and did homework....because that was so much less childish. I chuckled to myself and looked at my watch. Wow! I've been running for almost an hour already. I stretched my legs a bit and ran home. and hour and a half is good for one day.
The shower felt great on my back. The water was hot, creating a fog throughout the room. I had flashes from the night before. Niall on top of me, smiling and laughing. I tried not to scream when it hurt, he helped me through it and the pain went away. It felt amazing--magical. I smiled in the shower and washed my face. I love him, I really do. I don't think I'm ready to do it again for a while and I hope he doesn't expect it but I'm not ashamed, I'm relieved. I finally am with the one guy who loves me for me. He never had to try to like me and he never held back his feelings. Maybe they came across a little too strong but the bruises are gone and his anger has seemed to subside. I let some water pour in my mouth and then spit it out; I don't know why but I always loved swishing the warm water around.
Harry's Point of View
"Harry! Liam and Louis are here to see you!" I really don't need this right now. I pulled my covers back over my head and moaned. My face hurts from the beating it has taken and my body is sore from getting into a fight. I'm so stupid. I can't even open my eyes without them hurting from the tears I cried last night. Not to mention the disgusting throw up taste I still have in the back of my throat.
I held the covers tight, knowing they were about to push through my door. "Get up Harry. We need to talk."
"Go away, I don't need this right now. I'm sick." My voice was worse than usual for it being morning time. Louis pulled my covers off of me and I tried to cover my head with my pillow until Liam grabbed that too.
"It's 12:30 get up!" Louis sighed, "Look Harry, we don't want to yell at you. We want to talk to you; you're our best friend and you need help." At least they still consider me their friend. I chuckled anyways,
"What is this? An intervention?"
"Actually, yes, it is." Liam said with a stern tone. I always hated when Liam got mad, he was actually pretty scary. I sat up,
"Fine, what do you guys want to talk about? How screwed up I am or how screwed up my face is." They're looking at me like I'm a monster. My face was probably pretty bad. I haven't looked at it yet.
"Bro! What the hell!"
"I know, it hurts." It was really weird because rather than yell or hit me again Liam got closer and hugged me. I have no idea what's going on but I hugged him back and I felt a tear running down my cheek. What is wrong with me?
I paced in my room. I'm tired of crying and I'm tired of leaning on other people for my problems. I mean, last night wasn't a problem; it was amazing. I just feel so wrong. I wanted to wait for marriage; I wanted to wait until I was certain I love that person. I think I love Niall. I know I didn't do it to get back at Harry because I wasn't thinking about him at all during or afterwards. And it wasn't expected, it wasn't like a tension in the room. I didn't feel pressured and Niall didn't push anything on me. I'm just so young, he's 18, two years older than me. Technically that's illegal and he could get in a lot of trouble. I don't think Liam would be that mad--or would he? I can't tell anyone about this. Maybe I can tell Oakley--
"Ada?" I was still pacing but with no tears.
"Yeah, come in Liam." I look at him and smile; this one was half real and half fake. "Niall just called, he said you weren't answering." I looked at my phone sitting on my desk. "Is everything okay? Did something happen last night?"
"No, nothing bad. I just couldn't breathe. I mean I could breathe in the literal sense, I just need some time away. You know," I pointed at him, "I think I'm going to go for a jog!" I went in my drawer and searched for some clothes. I could feel Liam staring at me, wondering if I'm okay or if I'm trying to hide something.
"Well I'm going to Louis' today. We're going to talk about what we're going to do with Harry." I kept flipping through my clothes, not paying attention to anything that included Harry.
"Yeah, have fun." He closed my door and I quickly changed.
To: Niall 11:45 am
I need space, going for a run....please don't try to contact me. I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm glad I changed his name in my contacts. No more bad boys for me. Ugh, maybe I should say something a little nicer. That came across as mean.
To: Niall 11:46 am
Sorry, that wasn't supposed to sound mean....I had fun last night....Promise, I did. xoxo I'll call you tonight.
There, done. I tossed my phone on my bed and ran out as fast as I could.
As I ran I took in the scent of dew from the grass. Of course it was raining last night; why wouldn't it be? I really should've eaten something though--I'm starving. I ran on a trail throughout our park and the leaves were falling off of the trees. I saw children on the playground that just came from church. I remember playing out there when I was a kid. I always went with my friends after school until I was 13. After that my brother was 15 and "too old" to play. Most of my friends, besides Oakley, were his age so we decided to stop going. It was "childish". Instead, Oakley and I built forts in my backyard and did homework....because that was so much less childish. I chuckled to myself and looked at my watch. Wow! I've been running for almost an hour already. I stretched my legs a bit and ran home. and hour and a half is good for one day.
The shower felt great on my back. The water was hot, creating a fog throughout the room. I had flashes from the night before. Niall on top of me, smiling and laughing. I tried not to scream when it hurt, he helped me through it and the pain went away. It felt amazing--magical. I smiled in the shower and washed my face. I love him, I really do. I don't think I'm ready to do it again for a while and I hope he doesn't expect it but I'm not ashamed, I'm relieved. I finally am with the one guy who loves me for me. He never had to try to like me and he never held back his feelings. Maybe they came across a little too strong but the bruises are gone and his anger has seemed to subside. I let some water pour in my mouth and then spit it out; I don't know why but I always loved swishing the warm water around.
Harry's Point of View
"Harry! Liam and Louis are here to see you!" I really don't need this right now. I pulled my covers back over my head and moaned. My face hurts from the beating it has taken and my body is sore from getting into a fight. I'm so stupid. I can't even open my eyes without them hurting from the tears I cried last night. Not to mention the disgusting throw up taste I still have in the back of my throat.
I held the covers tight, knowing they were about to push through my door. "Get up Harry. We need to talk."
"Go away, I don't need this right now. I'm sick." My voice was worse than usual for it being morning time. Louis pulled my covers off of me and I tried to cover my head with my pillow until Liam grabbed that too.
"It's 12:30 get up!" Louis sighed, "Look Harry, we don't want to yell at you. We want to talk to you; you're our best friend and you need help." At least they still consider me their friend. I chuckled anyways,
"What is this? An intervention?"
"Actually, yes, it is." Liam said with a stern tone. I always hated when Liam got mad, he was actually pretty scary. I sat up,
"Fine, what do you guys want to talk about? How screwed up I am or how screwed up my face is." They're looking at me like I'm a monster. My face was probably pretty bad. I haven't looked at it yet.
"Bro! What the hell!"
"I know, it hurts." It was really weird because rather than yell or hit me again Liam got closer and hugged me. I have no idea what's going on but I hugged him back and I felt a tear running down my cheek. What is wrong with me?
Notes
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