Ada's Point of View

I woke up with a blanket on me and the television on; not playing Cinderella. I looked around and saw I'm still at Harry's. I noticed Liam and Niall are no longer sitting on the couch; it's just Harry who seems to be trying not to fall asleep. Would Liam really leave without me? How am I supposed to get home?

I sat up and stretched out my arms before looking at my phone. It's midnight?

"Hey," I turned the table lamp on beside me and squinted at it's brightness, "Liam and Niall left." I don't know why but this is really making me mad.

"Why?"

"He said we need to talk." He looked away awkwardly and realized he probably wished I wasn't here as well.

"Do you think you could take me home? I guess I could call Liam but he's probably with Niall or at some party." He looked disappointed--like he wants to talk.

"Yeah, sure."

I huffed and rubbed my forehead. "We can talk first if you want. It has to happen at some point." He pulled out those dimples again and my heart skipped a beat. My heart doesn't skip like this with Niall. Sure I blush and he makes me feel good but everyone has been right; Harry looks at me much differently.

"Okay, do you want to go upstairs? My mom will be getting off of her shift soon and she'll want to talk for a while."

"At midnight?"

"Oh, I guess not." Going to his room isn't a good idea. He makes me so vulnerable. I did get up and sit next to him on the couch though; I don't want to yell across the room if his mom does walk in.

"So..."

"So..." He repeated. Harry cleared his throat and altered his bandanna. It really looks good on him. "Where should we start?"

"That's a good question." We both sat in silence, thinking of all the events that has happened in the last month. "Why were you so drunk that one night?"

"That's the night I found out you had lied to me I think. Some things are blurry to me. What about you?"

"That's the night I broke up with Niall. I was mad at him because he blamed everything on me even though he is the one who grabbed me. I know I shouldn't have lied but I lied for him and he yelled at me for it."

"Were you planning on hooking up with someone? You kinda looked..." His words trailed.

"Looked what?"

"Uhm, like not such a good girl. Kinda sexy." I furrowed my eyebrows. "No, no!" He waved his arms, "I mean you always look sexy you just looked different sexy. Like you dre--" I cute him off and smiled.

"I know what you mean. I did try to look a little slutty but no, I wasn't trying to hook up with someone. IT just ended up happening and it ended up being you."

"Mhmm." I don't really know what he means by 'mhmm'. Another long silence occurred. "I liked it though. I'm really happy it wasn't someone else. It's not necessarily because it was you. It's just, like if it was someone else we would have gone all the way probably and I would have regretted it.

"So the kiss." I ended that conversation. There's really not much more to say about it except it was absolutely amazing. Plus I know one more thing that happened that I don't know if he remembers. A blow job, yeah, I don't think I'll tell him. I enjoyed it but I don't want him to get the wrong idea. He'll really think I'm a slut.

"The kiss." He said with a smile.

"The words you said to me."

"The words."

"Stop acting like a parrot Harry." He chuckled,

"I don't know, I couldn't help myself. When I'm with you it's like I don't have much control over my body. And I won't apologize for it either because I don't regret it."

I looked away. Do I regret it? Of course I like Harry but I'm not just going to run back to him. I'm tired of going from him to Niall, and then repeat. The things I've done; weed, climbing buildings illegally; I'm not ready for him to know those things yet and I can't hide it forever. That wouldn't be fair.

"Harry I, I don't think we can do that again." My heart feels like it's bursting. I want to but I shouldn't. I need to have control over myself.

"Why Ada?"

"I need a break from relationships. I need time to myself. Before you and Niall I was single and happy."

"You're not happy?"

"Are you? Have you been happy watching Niall and I together?"

"I suppose not."

"I'm happy when I'm with Niall and I'm happy when I'm with you, but I'll always be torn. I need time. I need a little bit if space and we'll see what happens."

I stood up before changing my mind and put on my shoes and jacket. Good job Ada. On my left shoulder I'm giving myself a high-five but on my right I'm stabbing myself with a small bow-and-arrow.

"Ada, please just think about it."

I tied my shoe; not looking at him. "That's why I need space. To think."

"But you haven't talked to me or Niall for two weeks. Isn't that enough time?" When I stood up again and zipped up my jacket I tried to smile,

"I'll let you know when I've had enough time." I really hope he doesn't try to kiss me again--I may kiss him back.

The whole ride to my house I kept my arms crossed so he couldn't try anything. The only sound the car was creating was the heat blasting and a small hum from Harry. Everyone once and a while the sound of the turn signal would play as well. For some reason it's soothing.

When Harry pulled into my neighborhood I think he went about ten--maybe fifteen miles per hour. I know he's thinking about what he's going to do when he gets to my house. He doesn't want to let me go and he doesn't want me to go back to Niall. I don't think that's a possibility but maybe he thinks I won't go to him either.

"Bye Harry. Thanks for the ride."

"Ada, wait." I closed my door pretending not to hear him. "Addison Elizabeth." He said quickly removing himself from his car. He knows that's the only thing that can make me stop. He's called me that twice recently and it scares me that he knows it. He was drunk this summer and asked me my full name. I doubted he'd remember but he did.

Harry ran up to me and I faced him. Should I let him do what I know he's going to try?

Notes

Is Ada going to let him 'do what he's going to try'?