The Only One for Me
Same Mistakes
Aly's POV
I had literally been crying for six and a half hours after I got home from saying goodbye before I got the text.
It was a group message, sent by Charlie to Sarah and me.
Hey girls, just wondering if you would be up for dinner tonight.
I texted back immediately,
Thank god, I've been dying to get out. This is killing me.
So we set it all up, and I laid in my bed for what seemed like forever, before I had to get dressed to go out. I quickly put on my clothes and did my hair and makeup (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=117902957) and drove to town.
I met Charlie and Sarah at the best Chinese restaurant in town, and we all went inside to eat and talk (but mostly talk). We talked about Harry and Niall, and we talked about college, and mostly we talked about Charlie's trip to Puerto Rico, to help rebuild homes, that left the next day.
When we got too depressed by that, we moved to my relationship, which really wasn't much better. I was still extremely sad, and it was beginning to wear off on the girls, so Sarah brought up Niall.
"Guess what?" She said, excitedly. When we looked at her questioningly, she answered, "Niall kissed me!!" I tried to smile, but it hurt to see her so happy. And I felt horrible for it. I excused myself to the bathroom, where I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to look happy. I couldn't. Knowing it was futile, I walked back toward my table. But I stopped short when I saw a familiar face only a few tables away. The face that had put me through Hell for months. The face I had hoped I would never see again. It was Riley.
Riley's POV
I was so happy to be back in my real home, sitting in the best restaurant in town with my mom. But unfortunately, all memories have baggage, and this particular memory came with the heaviest baggage of all. Aly. I saw her everywhere, across the table from me when I asked her to be my girlfriend. In the movie theater, where we kissed for the first time. And now, staring at me from a few tables away. Wait a minute, I thought. That's actually Aly! And I realized that she was standing only a few feet away from me, beautiful as ever. I couldn't resist the temptation, so I stood, excusing myself from the table, and walking towards her.
"Hi," I said, awkwardly. Her eyes grew huge as she saw me standing next to her, and she stuttered.
"H-hi," She said, half smiling. She looked as if she'd been crying. For a moment, I was filled with the need to protect her, to destroy the person who had hurt her. But I couldn't feel that way anymore. She wasn't mine to protect anymore.
But regardless, I was concerned. "What's wrong?" I asked slowly, praying she would tell me, and that it wasn't because her boyfriend died or something. I didn't think I would be able to feel bad for whoever was allowed to kiss her and love her, because I knew she still loved me.
"Nothing really, my boyfriend just left is all." She said, quietly, her eyes welling with tears.
"Where'd he go?" I asked quickly. Maybe if I knocked some sense into the asshole she'd take me back.
"On a world tour with his band..." She trailed off, beginning to cry a bit.
I was very confused. "His band?"
"One Direction." She stated, growing sadder every second. I was stunned.
"Well that was unexpected..." I said, shrinking back towards my table. Judging by her happiness, she loved him, and how could I compete with a person from the boyband of her dreams. "Umm, I've got to go. My mom and I came back to visit quickly in our cross country trip, and we have to leave in a couple of days. I still have to see old friends. I'll see you around..." I trailed off, and walked back to my table.
"Wait!" Aly exclaimed. "Do you want to come see a movie with Charlie, Sarah, and me? It'll be just like old times!" Except for the fact that you won't be in my arms, I thought, but the idea definitely appealed to me.
"Sure! Text me the details, and we can meet up after dinner?" She nodded, and we walked away.
Aly's POV
"Shit." I said as I was walking back to the table. How could I have done that? Inviting him out was a horrible, horrible decision. He just looked so sad, eating with his mom, and, okay, I missed him. I missed the way we discussed Glee in full detail, I missed the way he could make me laugh without even trying, and most of all, I missed having him as my own. So many thoughts filled my head I thought I would explode. What if this means I'm an unfaithful girlfriend? Do I love Riley more than Harry? Which one should I be with? Would Riley even take me back?
I was so overwhelmed my emotions and thoughts that I tripped over somebody's chair, landing in the lap of none other than Charlie. "Well hello there," I said in the most sultry, deep voice I could do.
She pushed me over to my own chair, and I asked them if they would be up for a movie.
Unfortunately, Charlie said no, due to the fact that she had to leave early the next morning, and Sarah also said no, as she had a Skype date with Niall.
"Fuck." I said, upset. "I kind of invited Riley to go to the movies with us, and now I have to go with him alone..."
"RILEY!?" They both shouted, disturbing all of the surrounding tables. "What the hell are you talking about?"
So I told them the story, but while they both wished they could go, unfortunately they really couldn't, so I texted Riley.
Hey Riles, just wondering if you wanted to see Grown Ups 2 tonight @ 7:30. Girls can't go, unfortunately, so it'll just be you and me. :-)
He texted back within seconds,
Love to, I'll meet you @ the theater in 20?
See you then! (I'm buying- my treat!) :-)
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Later, after the movie, where I was forced to watch somebody throw up, but Riley understood and helped me by telling me when it was over, we walked over to Froyo World and got Frozen Yogurt.
It was tons of fun, until we ran into the paparazzi, who took so many pictures we couldn't see or get away.
"Where's Paul when you need him?" I muttered while trying to get through the swarms of paps.
After about ten minutes of trying to get away, we finally lost them, but it was only after Riley grabbed my hand and pulled me after him, a move we would both regret in the near future.
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After the paparazzi attack, we walked back to the restaurant, where I grabbed my car and drove home after saying goodbye to Riley.
"So, I'll see you around?" He asked tentatively.
"Only if you look in the right places!!" I replied grinning. We hugged goodbye and I returned home.
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The next morning, when I woke up, I was bombarded my parents, each ordering me to go and get the mail from outside, as they were both in a hurry and couldn't do it. So, me being the obligingly lovely daughter I am, walked outside to get the mail, only to be met by thirty-something photographers. I screamed and ran inside, but not before they got several pictures of me wearing only a tiny bathrobe and gray slippers (http://www.polyvore.com/paparazzi_attack_aly/set?id=103125167). Hiding inside, I called Harry and told him what had happened with the paparazzi and he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, as it didn't seem very funny to me.
"Nothing really," He said, "It's just- welcome to my world."
"Yeah, well no one caught you in an extremely revealing robe and bra!" I replied, pissed.
"Sorry, sorry!" He exclaimed. "Although I would like to see those pictures..."
"Oh, never mind. I'm calling the police, though. That's trespassing, so maybe I can get some of them in trouble." He said nothing in reply, with only a stony silence on the other end, so I said, "Harry, I've got to go. I love you! Bye!" And after he said goodbye back, I hung up. I decided that I might as well check out the pictures that the paparazzi took.
I looked up 'Aly Kohl' and found hundreds of articles from websites such as Sugarscape, Tiger Beat, and M, all with pictures of me holding hands with Riley, running from the paparazzi. And they had captions such as, "Is the most notorious player in England being played?" or, "Is Harry's new girl not who you think she is?" I groaned and laid back on my bed. No wonder Harry was being so quiet, I thought. Oh well, I'll call him later.
After reading the articles, I logged in on my Twitter account, and saw that I had almost 12,000 notifications. After a moment of happiness, I looked at them and realized that they were not something to be happy about. I read some of the mentions, the most prominent of them being ones such as, "Go die in a whole you filthy whore!" and "You don't deserve Harry, you cold-hearted bitch!" Rather than looking at any more of them, I logged off of Twitter and cried. I cried because I missed Riley. I cried because I missed Harry. And I cried because all I had done was fall in love.
I had literally been crying for six and a half hours after I got home from saying goodbye before I got the text.
It was a group message, sent by Charlie to Sarah and me.
Hey girls, just wondering if you would be up for dinner tonight.
I texted back immediately,
Thank god, I've been dying to get out. This is killing me.
So we set it all up, and I laid in my bed for what seemed like forever, before I had to get dressed to go out. I quickly put on my clothes and did my hair and makeup (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=117902957) and drove to town.
I met Charlie and Sarah at the best Chinese restaurant in town, and we all went inside to eat and talk (but mostly talk). We talked about Harry and Niall, and we talked about college, and mostly we talked about Charlie's trip to Puerto Rico, to help rebuild homes, that left the next day.
When we got too depressed by that, we moved to my relationship, which really wasn't much better. I was still extremely sad, and it was beginning to wear off on the girls, so Sarah brought up Niall.
"Guess what?" She said, excitedly. When we looked at her questioningly, she answered, "Niall kissed me!!" I tried to smile, but it hurt to see her so happy. And I felt horrible for it. I excused myself to the bathroom, where I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to look happy. I couldn't. Knowing it was futile, I walked back toward my table. But I stopped short when I saw a familiar face only a few tables away. The face that had put me through Hell for months. The face I had hoped I would never see again. It was Riley.
Riley's POV
I was so happy to be back in my real home, sitting in the best restaurant in town with my mom. But unfortunately, all memories have baggage, and this particular memory came with the heaviest baggage of all. Aly. I saw her everywhere, across the table from me when I asked her to be my girlfriend. In the movie theater, where we kissed for the first time. And now, staring at me from a few tables away. Wait a minute, I thought. That's actually Aly! And I realized that she was standing only a few feet away from me, beautiful as ever. I couldn't resist the temptation, so I stood, excusing myself from the table, and walking towards her.
"Hi," I said, awkwardly. Her eyes grew huge as she saw me standing next to her, and she stuttered.
"H-hi," She said, half smiling. She looked as if she'd been crying. For a moment, I was filled with the need to protect her, to destroy the person who had hurt her. But I couldn't feel that way anymore. She wasn't mine to protect anymore.
But regardless, I was concerned. "What's wrong?" I asked slowly, praying she would tell me, and that it wasn't because her boyfriend died or something. I didn't think I would be able to feel bad for whoever was allowed to kiss her and love her, because I knew she still loved me.
"Nothing really, my boyfriend just left is all." She said, quietly, her eyes welling with tears.
"Where'd he go?" I asked quickly. Maybe if I knocked some sense into the asshole she'd take me back.
"On a world tour with his band..." She trailed off, beginning to cry a bit.
I was very confused. "His band?"
"One Direction." She stated, growing sadder every second. I was stunned.
"Well that was unexpected..." I said, shrinking back towards my table. Judging by her happiness, she loved him, and how could I compete with a person from the boyband of her dreams. "Umm, I've got to go. My mom and I came back to visit quickly in our cross country trip, and we have to leave in a couple of days. I still have to see old friends. I'll see you around..." I trailed off, and walked back to my table.
"Wait!" Aly exclaimed. "Do you want to come see a movie with Charlie, Sarah, and me? It'll be just like old times!" Except for the fact that you won't be in my arms, I thought, but the idea definitely appealed to me.
"Sure! Text me the details, and we can meet up after dinner?" She nodded, and we walked away.
Aly's POV
"Shit." I said as I was walking back to the table. How could I have done that? Inviting him out was a horrible, horrible decision. He just looked so sad, eating with his mom, and, okay, I missed him. I missed the way we discussed Glee in full detail, I missed the way he could make me laugh without even trying, and most of all, I missed having him as my own. So many thoughts filled my head I thought I would explode. What if this means I'm an unfaithful girlfriend? Do I love Riley more than Harry? Which one should I be with? Would Riley even take me back?
I was so overwhelmed my emotions and thoughts that I tripped over somebody's chair, landing in the lap of none other than Charlie. "Well hello there," I said in the most sultry, deep voice I could do.
She pushed me over to my own chair, and I asked them if they would be up for a movie.
Unfortunately, Charlie said no, due to the fact that she had to leave early the next morning, and Sarah also said no, as she had a Skype date with Niall.
"Fuck." I said, upset. "I kind of invited Riley to go to the movies with us, and now I have to go with him alone..."
"RILEY!?" They both shouted, disturbing all of the surrounding tables. "What the hell are you talking about?"
So I told them the story, but while they both wished they could go, unfortunately they really couldn't, so I texted Riley.
Hey Riles, just wondering if you wanted to see Grown Ups 2 tonight @ 7:30. Girls can't go, unfortunately, so it'll just be you and me. :-)
He texted back within seconds,
Love to, I'll meet you @ the theater in 20?
See you then! (I'm buying- my treat!) :-)
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Later, after the movie, where I was forced to watch somebody throw up, but Riley understood and helped me by telling me when it was over, we walked over to Froyo World and got Frozen Yogurt.
It was tons of fun, until we ran into the paparazzi, who took so many pictures we couldn't see or get away.
"Where's Paul when you need him?" I muttered while trying to get through the swarms of paps.
After about ten minutes of trying to get away, we finally lost them, but it was only after Riley grabbed my hand and pulled me after him, a move we would both regret in the near future.
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After the paparazzi attack, we walked back to the restaurant, where I grabbed my car and drove home after saying goodbye to Riley.
"So, I'll see you around?" He asked tentatively.
"Only if you look in the right places!!" I replied grinning. We hugged goodbye and I returned home.
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The next morning, when I woke up, I was bombarded my parents, each ordering me to go and get the mail from outside, as they were both in a hurry and couldn't do it. So, me being the obligingly lovely daughter I am, walked outside to get the mail, only to be met by thirty-something photographers. I screamed and ran inside, but not before they got several pictures of me wearing only a tiny bathrobe and gray slippers (http://www.polyvore.com/paparazzi_attack_aly/set?id=103125167). Hiding inside, I called Harry and told him what had happened with the paparazzi and he chuckled.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, as it didn't seem very funny to me.
"Nothing really," He said, "It's just- welcome to my world."
"Yeah, well no one caught you in an extremely revealing robe and bra!" I replied, pissed.
"Sorry, sorry!" He exclaimed. "Although I would like to see those pictures..."
"Oh, never mind. I'm calling the police, though. That's trespassing, so maybe I can get some of them in trouble." He said nothing in reply, with only a stony silence on the other end, so I said, "Harry, I've got to go. I love you! Bye!" And after he said goodbye back, I hung up. I decided that I might as well check out the pictures that the paparazzi took.
I looked up 'Aly Kohl' and found hundreds of articles from websites such as Sugarscape, Tiger Beat, and M, all with pictures of me holding hands with Riley, running from the paparazzi. And they had captions such as, "Is the most notorious player in England being played?" or, "Is Harry's new girl not who you think she is?" I groaned and laid back on my bed. No wonder Harry was being so quiet, I thought. Oh well, I'll call him later.
After reading the articles, I logged in on my Twitter account, and saw that I had almost 12,000 notifications. After a moment of happiness, I looked at them and realized that they were not something to be happy about. I read some of the mentions, the most prominent of them being ones such as, "Go die in a whole you filthy whore!" and "You don't deserve Harry, you cold-hearted bitch!" Rather than looking at any more of them, I logged off of Twitter and cried. I cried because I missed Riley. I cried because I missed Harry. And I cried because all I had done was fall in love.
Notes
Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long, I was in Florida for a while with no service, and I'm also, as I said before, the most lazy person you will ever meet. I hope you like this chapter!!!
Totes dramatic!!!
-Who do you think Aly should choose?
-Do you think it's Aly's fault the paps got the pics because she invited Riley out?
-Do you think Aly should forgive Riley for what he did to her?
You should totally answer these questions in the comment section, I'm always up for suggestions, and don't forget to COMMENT, RATE, & SUBSCRIBE! Love you guys so much!
11/2/13