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Louis’ POV (New POV peoples! cross your fingers I do good)
Dakota sits closer to the door while playing with the edge of her jacket. Oh Harold. Get her One Direction things. Still, I’m glad her bought her the new clothes. Niall was right, she’s fit! If I wasn’t with my lovely Eleanor, I’d definitely date her. She’s so down to earth and realistic. Something Harry lacks at time.
He’s loud and outgoing while Dakota, well, she’s quiet and shy. Eh, opposites attract I guess. They can rub off on each other. I haven’t had the honor of getting to know her, but I do know she gets beaten and Harry’s her self-proclaimed savior.
“So Kota,” My new nickname for her, “what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” May the random questions begin.
I glance at her for a second before looking back to the road. She stares out the window and shrugs, “Dunno. I’ve never had ice cream.” I laugh. She must be kidding. Every kid has had ice cream before unless they’re lactose intolerant or something. “I’m serious.”
“You allergic or milk or something?” I ask taking a right. I have no idea where I’m heading. I just want a private place to talk to her. That and I really wanna really wanna drive this car. It’s bloody amazing.
“My parents never took me and I can’t waste my money on stuff I don’t need,” She explains.
Now I know where I’m going. I take a left and head for a small family owned ice cream parlor. It is delicious, their handmade ice cream. I love it. Well, it’s going to take a couple minutes or so to get there, might as well continue with questions. “Alright then, what’s your favorite movie?”
“I like Insidious. I’m waiting for Insidious Chapter 2 to come out,” She answers. Huh. Would’ve took her as a drama type.
“My favorite’s Grease,” I say and take a right. “Kay, uh, what’s your favorite song?”
“You Need Me I Don’t Need You by Ed Sheeran,” She responds. Now that one suits her. An artist with a message for a girl trying to get out a message. Perfect. “Yours?”
"Look After You by the Fray," I answer. "The Fray are my favorite band." She nods not really interested. God, Harry must be very persistent. Just try, Louis. "So, um, what's your favorite book?" Wow, am I desperate. I hate reading.
"Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher," She says and with that, a teenie smile appears before disappearing. So... She likes reading. We're getting somewhere. It's going in my direction (A/N bet more than half of you thought of One Direction), but it's something. Gives me an idea. But that can wait for later.
I pull into a parking space and stop the car. Dakota furrows her eyebrows before looking at me. "You never had ice cream," I simply put it. "Gonna show you what you're missing out on. C'mon Kota."
She steps out of the car and starts walking to the door with me. The quaint place is in Eastern London in the less occupied streets which is why I come here. No paparazzi ever think that I'd be in a small family owned restaurant. I think Dakota will like it too. There's not that many people here to freak her out.
The bell above rings when we enter. Dakota looks around the pale pink and green store with wonder. So, she’s been through almost everything other haven’t yet she hasn’t had ice cream, let alone a shop? She has so much to experience. Harry, you better make her happy. She deserves so much.
“Louis,” Mr. Avila walks through the back doors. He smiles and walks behind the counter. “Nice to see you again and with a friend. She’s with Harry, right?” Dakota shakes her head and continues to play with the jacket cuffs.
“She’s our friend, who sadly, hasn’t had ice cream,” I say and pull her to the glass covered counter. “Will you give her the best you recommend?” He smiles. “And I’ll have Rocky Road with sprinkles, M&M’s, nuts, and lots of chocolate sauce.” I adore sweets.
“Coming right up,” He says. “You two can sit down. I’ll call you up soon.”
I nod, “C’mon Kota. Let’s talk.”
She furrows her brows for a sec before blinking and following me to a booth. We can finally get down to business. “What did you want to speak about?” She asks.
I smile. “Well, I just wanted to talk about you and Harry.” Just the mentioning of his name causes her lips to break out in a smile. It’s not a full on light up the world kind, but it’s there. Two things she loves, reading and Harry. Seems legit. “You like Harry right?” Her eyes widen and shakes her head in denial. “Don’t lie, we all know you feel something for him.” She sighs and mutters something under her breath. “Excuse me, what?” I cup my hand around the back of my ear and lean in. “Didn’t hear what you said.”
She sighs and says it a little louder, “I might have some feelings.”
She admits it! Ha! Knew it! “You have no idea how happy Harry would be to hear that.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” She grumbles. “I think she knows since I did accept his offer for a date.”
When he ask her on a date? Wait. Why didn’t he tell me? Wait. Wait. Wait. Why am I caring? Harry asked her out. Took the idiot long enough. “That’s great. When?”
She shrugs, “He’s gonna text me about it.”
“That reminds me,” I pause to take out my phone. “I don’t have your number. I want to text my friend.” I smile and hand her my phone. She timidly takes me phone and enters her number. “Thank you,” I say when she hands me the phone back. “Now I got my friend’s number.”
“Friend,” She mutters.
*~*~*~*
I drop Kota at her boss's house and get my car before driving to Harry's. The nosy part of me won't rest until we know what's going on between those two. I know Harry likes her. Wait, scratch that. He loves her, but I want to know how far they've gone as to being social.
Dakota thinks no one can help her, but I think we can. We can be her friends. Just be there for her. Harry can show her love. He'd do anything for her. When he first picked up the journal, I honestly thought he was chasing after a girl. But when I saw the words inside, it got past that. He's a little obsessed. It's great to see him dedicated to something other than music, but it's a little too much.
When I pull up to his house, I see the others' cars parked in front along with Simon's. Guess it was a meeting no one bothered to call me for. Jeez. They're so awesome. I park my car behind Liam's and get out. Let's take a little walk. Who am I kidding? Let's interrupt something business-y.
I jog it to the door and search for Harry's extra key. Should be somewhere in the bush. One flower, two flower, three flower, aha! Here it is. I take it from underneath the flower and insert it in the door knob. I throw the door open and yell, "Honey I'm home!" Then the door smashes against the wall creating a loud boom. "Sorry!" I yell. Hmm. No one in the living room.
I shut the door gently and advance into house. If they're in her, their voices aren't loud enough for me to hear. Time to wander around. Listening for voices, I start walking down halls trying to find them.
"Simon, please," Liam begs. I stop in front of one of the rooms listening for them. "You don't understand."
"I just honestly don't think it's good for your image," Simon sighs before I press my ear to the door. "A broken young girl with bad past. We can't bring this into your names." Ar they talking about Dakota?
"I can't do that Simon," Harry speaks up. That's right. He better stand up for her. If he didn't, he would be a bigger moron than I thought. "I'd rather help her than do this. I care for her."
Dammit. This image thing really sucks. We're supposed to be the kind and childish lads from Britain and Ireland. We don't get ourselves mixed in that kind of stuff. Harry was never the one to care about that type of sh*t the magazines said. I don't think he'd start caring now.
"Harry," Simon says. Heh. Simon says. "I know you do. You can still help her. Just not directly. We can send her to therapy if you want."
Harry, I swear, you screw this up, I will kill you. He does know that therapy isn’t going to do a thing for a girl afraid of new people right? “I have to help her. Not some random person. It took me days to get her to talk to me properly. I’m not going to send her somewhere where she has to start over again. No one will ever understand her like I do.” Hell, right. “She likes me, she’s friends with Zayn, she knows Liam, she’s getting to know Niall. She’s out with Lou right now!” Well, was. But good point. “Please Simon.”
“Okay, Harry, tell me this,” He says. “What if you two do becomes friends. Then start dating. What would happen when you’re gone? She’s going to read the stories saying you allegedly cheated on her. She doesn’t know this world that well. She’s to believe it and dump you. Then you’re going to be the douchebag that broke a sad and abused girl’s heart.”
All goes quiet for a second. What happened? I reach for the door knob and slowly twist it open. Hell breaks loose once I see the other side.
Harry starts yelling at him and Liam and Zayn are holding him back. Niall staring wide eyed at him before looking at me. “I won’t break her heart! She needs me! I trust her so she should trust me! I dare you see her as nothing more than some broken thing! She’s a human being! Start treating her like it! You barely met her today! You don’t know her like I do! So just stop!”
Simon shakes his head and walks out without another word. Harry calms down a tiny bit before ripping away from them and plopping down on the couch. Zayn sits next to him and Liam sits next to Niall. “Hey Louis,” Zayn rubs his eyes. “Where were you?”
“Took Dakota out for ice cream. Apparently she’s never had it. What about you guys?” I ask and sit in the empty seat. I stare directly at Harry for an answer.
“We’re not allowed to be with Dakota,” He replies.
“Are you going to obey?” I ask.
He scoffs, “Over my dead body.”
Dakota sits closer to the door while playing with the edge of her jacket. Oh Harold. Get her One Direction things. Still, I’m glad her bought her the new clothes. Niall was right, she’s fit! If I wasn’t with my lovely Eleanor, I’d definitely date her. She’s so down to earth and realistic. Something Harry lacks at time.
He’s loud and outgoing while Dakota, well, she’s quiet and shy. Eh, opposites attract I guess. They can rub off on each other. I haven’t had the honor of getting to know her, but I do know she gets beaten and Harry’s her self-proclaimed savior.
“So Kota,” My new nickname for her, “what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” May the random questions begin.
I glance at her for a second before looking back to the road. She stares out the window and shrugs, “Dunno. I’ve never had ice cream.” I laugh. She must be kidding. Every kid has had ice cream before unless they’re lactose intolerant or something. “I’m serious.”
“You allergic or milk or something?” I ask taking a right. I have no idea where I’m heading. I just want a private place to talk to her. That and I really wanna really wanna drive this car. It’s bloody amazing.
“My parents never took me and I can’t waste my money on stuff I don’t need,” She explains.
Now I know where I’m going. I take a left and head for a small family owned ice cream parlor. It is delicious, their handmade ice cream. I love it. Well, it’s going to take a couple minutes or so to get there, might as well continue with questions. “Alright then, what’s your favorite movie?”
“I like Insidious. I’m waiting for Insidious Chapter 2 to come out,” She answers. Huh. Would’ve took her as a drama type.
“My favorite’s Grease,” I say and take a right. “Kay, uh, what’s your favorite song?”
“You Need Me I Don’t Need You by Ed Sheeran,” She responds. Now that one suits her. An artist with a message for a girl trying to get out a message. Perfect. “Yours?”
"Look After You by the Fray," I answer. "The Fray are my favorite band." She nods not really interested. God, Harry must be very persistent. Just try, Louis. "So, um, what's your favorite book?" Wow, am I desperate. I hate reading.
"Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher," She says and with that, a teenie smile appears before disappearing. So... She likes reading. We're getting somewhere. It's going in my direction (A/N bet more than half of you thought of One Direction), but it's something. Gives me an idea. But that can wait for later.
I pull into a parking space and stop the car. Dakota furrows her eyebrows before looking at me. "You never had ice cream," I simply put it. "Gonna show you what you're missing out on. C'mon Kota."
She steps out of the car and starts walking to the door with me. The quaint place is in Eastern London in the less occupied streets which is why I come here. No paparazzi ever think that I'd be in a small family owned restaurant. I think Dakota will like it too. There's not that many people here to freak her out.
The bell above rings when we enter. Dakota looks around the pale pink and green store with wonder. So, she’s been through almost everything other haven’t yet she hasn’t had ice cream, let alone a shop? She has so much to experience. Harry, you better make her happy. She deserves so much.
“Louis,” Mr. Avila walks through the back doors. He smiles and walks behind the counter. “Nice to see you again and with a friend. She’s with Harry, right?” Dakota shakes her head and continues to play with the jacket cuffs.
“She’s our friend, who sadly, hasn’t had ice cream,” I say and pull her to the glass covered counter. “Will you give her the best you recommend?” He smiles. “And I’ll have Rocky Road with sprinkles, M&M’s, nuts, and lots of chocolate sauce.” I adore sweets.
“Coming right up,” He says. “You two can sit down. I’ll call you up soon.”
I nod, “C’mon Kota. Let’s talk.”
She furrows her brows for a sec before blinking and following me to a booth. We can finally get down to business. “What did you want to speak about?” She asks.
I smile. “Well, I just wanted to talk about you and Harry.” Just the mentioning of his name causes her lips to break out in a smile. It’s not a full on light up the world kind, but it’s there. Two things she loves, reading and Harry. Seems legit. “You like Harry right?” Her eyes widen and shakes her head in denial. “Don’t lie, we all know you feel something for him.” She sighs and mutters something under her breath. “Excuse me, what?” I cup my hand around the back of my ear and lean in. “Didn’t hear what you said.”
She sighs and says it a little louder, “I might have some feelings.”
She admits it! Ha! Knew it! “You have no idea how happy Harry would be to hear that.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” She grumbles. “I think she knows since I did accept his offer for a date.”
When he ask her on a date? Wait. Why didn’t he tell me? Wait. Wait. Wait. Why am I caring? Harry asked her out. Took the idiot long enough. “That’s great. When?”
She shrugs, “He’s gonna text me about it.”
“That reminds me,” I pause to take out my phone. “I don’t have your number. I want to text my friend.” I smile and hand her my phone. She timidly takes me phone and enters her number. “Thank you,” I say when she hands me the phone back. “Now I got my friend’s number.”
“Friend,” She mutters.
*~*~*~*
I drop Kota at her boss's house and get my car before driving to Harry's. The nosy part of me won't rest until we know what's going on between those two. I know Harry likes her. Wait, scratch that. He loves her, but I want to know how far they've gone as to being social.
Dakota thinks no one can help her, but I think we can. We can be her friends. Just be there for her. Harry can show her love. He'd do anything for her. When he first picked up the journal, I honestly thought he was chasing after a girl. But when I saw the words inside, it got past that. He's a little obsessed. It's great to see him dedicated to something other than music, but it's a little too much.
When I pull up to his house, I see the others' cars parked in front along with Simon's. Guess it was a meeting no one bothered to call me for. Jeez. They're so awesome. I park my car behind Liam's and get out. Let's take a little walk. Who am I kidding? Let's interrupt something business-y.
I jog it to the door and search for Harry's extra key. Should be somewhere in the bush. One flower, two flower, three flower, aha! Here it is. I take it from underneath the flower and insert it in the door knob. I throw the door open and yell, "Honey I'm home!" Then the door smashes against the wall creating a loud boom. "Sorry!" I yell. Hmm. No one in the living room.
I shut the door gently and advance into house. If they're in her, their voices aren't loud enough for me to hear. Time to wander around. Listening for voices, I start walking down halls trying to find them.
"Simon, please," Liam begs. I stop in front of one of the rooms listening for them. "You don't understand."
"I just honestly don't think it's good for your image," Simon sighs before I press my ear to the door. "A broken young girl with bad past. We can't bring this into your names." Ar they talking about Dakota?
"I can't do that Simon," Harry speaks up. That's right. He better stand up for her. If he didn't, he would be a bigger moron than I thought. "I'd rather help her than do this. I care for her."
Dammit. This image thing really sucks. We're supposed to be the kind and childish lads from Britain and Ireland. We don't get ourselves mixed in that kind of stuff. Harry was never the one to care about that type of sh*t the magazines said. I don't think he'd start caring now.
"Harry," Simon says. Heh. Simon says. "I know you do. You can still help her. Just not directly. We can send her to therapy if you want."
Harry, I swear, you screw this up, I will kill you. He does know that therapy isn’t going to do a thing for a girl afraid of new people right? “I have to help her. Not some random person. It took me days to get her to talk to me properly. I’m not going to send her somewhere where she has to start over again. No one will ever understand her like I do.” Hell, right. “She likes me, she’s friends with Zayn, she knows Liam, she’s getting to know Niall. She’s out with Lou right now!” Well, was. But good point. “Please Simon.”
“Okay, Harry, tell me this,” He says. “What if you two do becomes friends. Then start dating. What would happen when you’re gone? She’s going to read the stories saying you allegedly cheated on her. She doesn’t know this world that well. She’s to believe it and dump you. Then you’re going to be the douchebag that broke a sad and abused girl’s heart.”
All goes quiet for a second. What happened? I reach for the door knob and slowly twist it open. Hell breaks loose once I see the other side.
Harry starts yelling at him and Liam and Zayn are holding him back. Niall staring wide eyed at him before looking at me. “I won’t break her heart! She needs me! I trust her so she should trust me! I dare you see her as nothing more than some broken thing! She’s a human being! Start treating her like it! You barely met her today! You don’t know her like I do! So just stop!”
Simon shakes his head and walks out without another word. Harry calms down a tiny bit before ripping away from them and plopping down on the couch. Zayn sits next to him and Liam sits next to Niall. “Hey Louis,” Zayn rubs his eyes. “Where were you?”
“Took Dakota out for ice cream. Apparently she’s never had it. What about you guys?” I ask and sit in the empty seat. I stare directly at Harry for an answer.
“We’re not allowed to be with Dakota,” He replies.
“Are you going to obey?” I ask.
He scoffs, “Over my dead body.”
Ah the day after my birthday! Yay! And I probably would read 'A Broken Princess' !!!!!
12/31/13