Ada's Point of View

I leaned against Niall's locker and waited. I finally feel like things are going to be okay. I definitely need to talk to him about what happened this weekend and that it can't be something reoccurring but I want to be with him more than anything else. I looked up from my notebook when I felt someone standing in front of me,

"Hey." My smile quickly disappeared when it wasn't Niall. I turned around to open the locker and forgot it wasn't mine. "What do you want Harry?"

"I want to apologize. I won't stop until you forgive me."

"I understand that you want everything to go back to normal and just pretend like it never happened but I can't get those images out of my head." I held my index and middle finger against the side of my forehead. "And until those begin to fade away--and I can sleep in my bed again--I don't know if I can talk to you." I stood, hoping Niall would appear at any second. He'd get Harry to leave.

"Ada, I told you I didn't know it was your room. I shouldn't have tried anything in your house at all but I definitely didn't mean for it to be--"

"Hey Niall." I smiled, thank god he's here. Harry's still bruised around the eye and even though I really want Niall to hit him, I don't think I could bare to watch. Unfortunately I still like Harry. Not "like" him, but as a friend, yes. I just can't show it yet.

Harry turned around and they knocked knuckles. What was I missing? My mouth dropped as they greeted each other. "Hey Ada." Niall smiled and gave me a hug.

"What's this?" I looked at Niall in shock.

"Harry and I talked last night and we're okay now."

"I think I'm going to head to class, I'll talk to you later Niall." He looked at me hesitantly and I glared until he was gone. I punched Niall on the arm,

"Ouch!"

"What the hell Niall! I thought you were making music last night!"

"I was, it was with Harry though." Niall began opening his locker and even though he's wearing that sexy Crazy Mofo shirt I first saw him in when he grabbed me, I was too angry to admire it. I slammed his locker but couldn't say anything. "Stop Ada! I know you're mad at Harry but we have to get along! We're in the same band and have the same friends! You can be mad at him but I'm not going to ignore him because you're pissed. I'm not asking you to be friends, just calm down." He opened his locker back up and I still can't believe what I'm hearing.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No!" How could he be mad at me? This was their fault, not mine. "I like Harry! Yes, he screwed up but so did you!"

"And what did I do?" I feel the stares around us so I lower my voice.

"You messed with our hearts! You played with us for too long! I don't even know why I'm--"

"Why you're what?" I know I'm about to cry, I can feel it. Is he breaking up with me even though we're not official? "Tell me Niall." My hands are shaking and sweaty but I hear him sigh on the other side of his locker door.

"I love you Ada but you're really not being fair to Harry." He just said he loves me....again. My hearts melting--in a good way of course. Niall saw my pain and happiness all at the same time and shut his locker. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight so no one could see the tears I was holding back.

"I'm not crying Niall." I was. He laughed,

"Sure you're not."

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Thursday came around rather quickly since I didn't have to work as much this week. Having a new employee was great. I was able to hang out with Oakley more along with El. And, I even had a lot of time with Niall. Sometimes I visited him in the studio while he worked and watched him play with the panel and whatever else they do. I still couldn't bare to look at Harry, let alone talk to him so I decided I'd just wait til this weekend at whatever event was going on. Maybe tonight--if I could even watch them perform.

Niall and I were at the mall, shopping for shoes. Surprisingly he loved shoes just as much as me. We picked out a few pairs that we really liked and he bought me a pair of white vans. Mine were so dirty and I needed new ones.

"What are you guys playing tonight?" I asked as he put his shoes back on.

"We wrote a song that we're going to try. We only started Sunday but we practiced yesterday a lot at the studio and all of my co-workers seem to like it."

"Really? What's it called?" Niall continued tying his shoe. I wonder if it's a secret. Nope,

"It's called Happily. Harry and I wrote it for the most part." I cringed knowing that they wrote it together. "Louis also helped a little bit, he's really good with small chorus'."

"Oh" was all I could say. We walked out of the mall and he slipped his hand into mine. I looked at him, not really expecting that.

"Is this okay?" I giggled and threw my bag over my shoulder until he took it from me with his empty hand, "Yeah. I like this."

When we pulled into my driveway I felt that I needed to finally talk to him about last weekend. I took my seat belt off puckered my lips to the side of my face. "What's that face for?" He laughed.

"I don't want to, you know....do it again." I waited for him to get angry or be sad,

"Okay, we don't have to."

"Really?"

"Yeah, as long as it's not because I'm bad at it." I wanted to hit him on the shoulder but I feel like I've injured him and Harry too much lately.

"No, it's not. I just don't think I'm ready yet. I loved it, I did. I'm just so young."

"I understand." I kissed him on the nose,

"I love you Niall James."

"I love you too princess." I giggled my nervous giggle again and got out of the car; waving as he pulled away.

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