Bromley Academy- A One Direction/District3 Love Story

Ally has moved from her home in Sydney, Australia, to Croydon on the outskirts of London. She's starting off at a new Boarding Academy called Bromley Academy London, where she is studying music. On her first day, she makes friends with a group of musical prodigys, and it seems like there's love at first sight. Is everything what it seems, or will a dirty little secret ruin her new frienships?

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35. Christmas #3

THREE DAYS LATER

 

ALLY

 

The rest of the next day that we were at Dan's was spent with only two or three words between us, as went the next two days we were at Micky's. Everyone was there, Eleanor, Dani, Leigh, Jade, Jessie, Perrie, Cher, Conor, Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Greg. Everyone knew things were tense, but nobody brought it up. I was sharing a guest room with Eleanor and Danielle, but no matter how many times they asked I didn't tell them what had happened. I mean, nothing really had happened.

 

"It's Christmas Eve and he still won't talk to me." I said finally to Eleanor and Danielle as we layed in our beds early in the morning. El and Dani both rolled over to look at me.

 

"Will you tell us what's happening now?" El asked. I sighed and nodded.

 

"His parents basically forced us to kiss under the mistletoe. I mean,  he had gotten me these two amazing gifts and we were cuddling and bantering and he kept kissing me on the cheek and stuff, but as soon as we kissed, which by the way I can hardly remember because it lasted all of half a second, he stopped talking to me. I just wish I knew what was going on." I said. Dani and El exchanged a look.

 

"I don't think this is the case, because I've always thought he liked you, but maybe he doesn't and just doesn't want you to get the wrong idea." Dani said hesitantly. I sighed and felt tears come to my eyes again.

 

"That's what I've been thinking, but I just don't want it to be true." I said. El and Dani both came and crawled into my bed with me, rubbing my back and brushing my hair and whispering nothings to make me feel better while I cried. Eventually the three of us fell asleep. We woke up around one, and when we were all dressed and ready it was nearly three.

 

"Late risers, I see!" Greg said as we trooped down the stairs. "Everyone else is bundled up and playing in the snow, but I don't particularly like the snow. That is, everyone but Dan. He's still moping about in our room." Greg said, making a face. El glanced at me.

 

"What's wrong with him?" She asked. Greg shrugged.

 

"Seemed alright until this morning when Micky mentioned that it was Christmas Eve and all he wanted was a kiss under the mistletoe. Hasn't talked since." Greg said, lookig confused. I casually but not casually popped some toast in the oven and avoided the conversation. The three of them talked for a while until El and Dani decided to go bake cookies. Greg and I sat on the couch and watched the telly for a while, telling each other what we'd gotten for everyone in the way of gifts.

 

"What'd you get Dan? It better be good because I didn't see what he got but I saw the reciept and it was pretty pricey." Greg said. I sighed.

 

"He's probably returned it, so it doesn't even matter really. But I got him this nice watch from Niemen Marcus. It's funny because that's what he got me." I said. Greg looked at my wrist, but I hadn't been wearing it.

 

"Where's the watch?" He asked. I shrugged.

 

"Dan's been kind of cold, so I guess I felt like I didn't really deserve it anymore and so I stopped wearing it." I said. Greg wrinkled his eyebrows.

 

"What's up with him? Did anything happen while you were together? It feels like you two aren't even into each other anymore, from the way you're avoiding eachother." Greg said. I sighed and shook my head.

 

"I thought he was into me, but he sure hasn't been acting like it at all. Things were great and we were getting along fine and he loved my family and I thought maybe since he wanted to meet my parents that he liked me, but now he's cold and won't talk and seems like I killed someone." I said. Greg gave me a pat on the shoulder and muted the telly.

 

"He doesn't get like this, I've never seen him like this. I don't know what's up, and I'd help if I could. All I know is that he was so nervous to meet your parents and make a good impression, and he was up all night trying to figure out what to get you last week, and all he could talk about was how great you were, and now he won't even talk at all. He was even texting me all excited about the gifts you'd given him and then yesterday he just never even texted me or said a word at all." Greg said. I felt like I was going to cry again. What had gone so wrong?

 

"I think I'm going to take a nap or something. Call me down when everyone's back inside." I said. Greg nodded and gave me a hug before I left for the stairs and he headed to the kitchen. I was halfway down the hall when Dan walked out of his room, his eyes red. He ducked his head and brushed past me. I almost let him go, but then I grabbed his wrist.

 

"Dan, wait. Can we please talk? What's even going on? The other day things were great and now you won't even talk to me." I said, trying not to sound desperate. Dan just looked at me and slowly pulled his hand away. Then he turned and walked down the stairs, leaving me alone in the hall. I slid down the wall and pressed my head to my knees, letting tears soak my leggings. There was a noise and some shouts from downstairs. Then there were heavy footsteps on the stairs. I felt someone walk over and sit next to me. I didn't look up, but as soon as their callused hands touched my back I knew it was Niall.

 

"Ally, I'm going to carry you to your room, okay?" He asked. I nodded into my legs and Niall bent over, picked me up, and carried me bridal style into my room. He set me down in my bed and pulled the covers over me, then stripped off his wet outer clothes and laid down next to me in trackies. "What's going on?" He asked gently, wiping my tears away.

 

"Dan just won't even talk to me. Things were so perfect and then the other day he just stopped talking to me or even looking at me. I don't know what to do." I said between sobs. Niall got up and closed the door and then tucked me into my bed before laying down next to me again. He gently rubbed my back and told me over and over that it was okay until my breathing slowed.

 

"I don't know why he's being like this, but it's not just to you. I don't know why, but nothing should ever make you cry on Christmas Eve, especially not a boy. You don't have to worry about it, okay? If you pretend things are alright maybe they will be." Niall said. I looked at him with wet eyes and laughed a little.

 

"Niall, that's probably some of the worst advice ever, 'pretend you're alright even though you aren't.'" I mimicked. Niall laughed and shrugged.

 

"Well, I don't know what to say, at least I tried!" He said. I smiled weakly and laughed, pressed my head into his shoulder and just breathing slowly.

 

"It'll sort itself out, if you try to hard it might make things worse. Just try to ignore him and think about all the good things instead of the bad. Micky's mum said dinner will be ready in an hour. If you'd like, I can have El and Danielle come up and I can bring you all dinner in bed and a good film?" Niall asked. I nodded, wiping my nose on my sleeve. "And some tissues." He said, making a face.

 

"Thanks, Niall. I'm really glad you're still my friend even though all we've been through." I said. Niall shrugged.

 

"You'd do it for me. Speaking of, I'm trying to get Leigh to make things official, can you put in a good word?" Niall asked. I laughed and nodded. He thanked me and left, and a minute he was back with three trays of soup, Love Actually balancing on one with a box of tissues, and Dani and El trailing behind with a plate of cookies. I grinned at them and curled up in bed, watching the movie which at least gave me a real excuse to cry. When it ended we all cleaned ourselves up and headed downstairs. It was almost midnight, and we'd each get to open one present before morning.

 

"Hello, beautifuls!" Liam said as we all came down the stairs. Everyone, even Dan, was sitting around the tree.

 

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Danielle said, giving Liam a peck on the cheek as we all joined them around the tree. I sat between Dan and Greg, and Greg put his arm around me, pulling me a little away from Dan.

 

"Let's get to it!" Micky said, and I noticed he was holding hands with Jade. He grabbed a random present for each person and handed them out. Mine was a long, small box with white paper and a black bow. Everyone opened theirs, ripping the paper open. I slowly unwrapped mine and saw a blue Tiffany & CO box. I sucked in a breath and opened the lid, seeing a thin rose-metal chain with a tangled wire heart shaped locket on the end. I carefully opened the locket and saw a small photo of Dan and I's shadows on the top of the hill back to school, our bodies outlined from the setting sun and our hands intertwined. Snowflakes were streaking the image.

 

Carefully, I put the lid back on the box and slowly got to my feet, setting it down on the floor and stepping around everyone as I headed towards my room. Everyone was too busy talking to notice. I walked into my room and I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I made all of our beds and put the movie back in the box and threw all of our tissues away.

 

I put all of the bowls and trays together and carried them down to the kitchen. Dan was sitting alone at the counter, holding a steaming mug of tea. I almost didn't go in, but I did anyway. I ran the hot water and started to do the dishes. After I scrubbed each plate I'd set it out on the counter to dry later. After the third bowl, I turned to set it down and Dan was at my side, holding a rag. The two other bowls were dry and stacked neatly, and Dan's hand was reaching for the bowl. I handed it to him and started scrubbing the trays. I handed him one and he spoke while I started the next.

 

"You didn't like your gift?" He asked. I didn't respond. "It's okay if you didn't, I can take you back and you can pick another, or I can just return it if you don't want anything." He said. I didn't say anything. I loved the necklace, but I couldn't accept it. Dan looked like he wanted to say something else, but he kept his mouth shut as he dried the last tray and helped me put all of the dishes away. Then I got myself a mug and made some tea. I refilled his cup, but sat on the opposite end of the island.

 

"Ally, please talk to me." Dan said, his hands wrapped around his mug.

 

"Why, Dan? I've been trying to get you to talk to me for the past four days, and now you want to talk? After you've already made me cry and ruined my Christmas?" I asked, glaring at the table. Dan's breathing tensed a bit.

 

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do." He said. I rolled my eyes.

 

"Maybe you could have talked to me what I actually wanted to talk." I said. Dan sighed and played with his frayed sleeve.

 

"I wanted to, but I didn't want to mess things up more than I already had. I- I just really like you but I thought that you only kissed me because of the mistletoe, like I was forcing you to. I didn't want to ruin our friendship by liking you, by coming on too strong." Dan said. I bit my lip and pressed my head to the cold counter top.

 

"Dan, I've been practically throwing myself at you for ages, and sometimes you act like you like me and sometimes you act like you hate me. I just want you to tell me how you feel so I don't have to keep guessing." I said. Dan moved chairs so he was sitting right across from me. He took my hand in his.

 

"I get like that because I always think that you don't like me back, and I don't want to seem clingy or whatever all the time and scare you away. And then after I kissed you I thought you only let me because my parents kind of forced us to. I really, really fancy you, Ally. A lot. I just didn't want to get rejected." He said. I felt him squeeze my hand, willing me to look up and say something back. I lifted my head and let out a breath.

 

"I like you so much, Dan. But maybe this time it's too late. I don't deserve to be treated like that, and I just don't want to have to feel like I'm the only one who cares." I said quietly, staring into my mug at the swirling flavour.

 

Dan carefully let go of my hand and stared down at his fingers. "Oh." He said almost inaudibly. I nodded, I knew I was going to cry but I wasn't going to let myself, not this time. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply and then open my eyes again. Dan was looking at me as if you make sure that was what I really wanted. It wasn't, not at all. All I wanted was to be with him for Christmas, but I had to be strong and assertive like Mum had told me.

 

"I guess I'll be off to bed, then. Goodnight, Ally. And Happy Christmas." He said, glancing at the clock which read 12:00. I nodded at him and he got up and headed for the stairs. I looked away, but I still saw him pause at the bottom, as if he was waiting for me to tell him to wait. But I didn't and he walked up the stairs. People were still talking in the other room, but I just wanted to go to bed and be antisocial. I poured out my tea and headed upstairs to my room. I flicked on the light and saw something blue on my bed. I walked over to see the Tiffany box lying there. I opened it again, hoping that there would be a note or something. But the necklace just sat there.

 

I clicked the locket open again and took the picture out, staring at it. I wish we could go back to that moment and start over, maybe I could have taken the mistletoe down instead. But I couldn't. I flipped the picture over so I wouldn't have to see it anymore. Then I saw it. The thin black writing on the back of the photograph. "I love you, Dan." I whispered as I read it. My breath caught in my throat and I dropped the picture. I got to my feel shakily and walked out into the hall, opening every door until I found the one with Dan in it, silently crying in his bed.

 

"Ally, what are you doing? I messed up, okay? I get it, we don't need to talk anymore." Dan said, wiping away his tears.

 

"Yeah, Dan, we do." I said, trying to stop my legs from shaking. "You know what, this has been a shit year. I have to think about my brother dying a year ago, my other brother's deaf, Niall and I broke up, Demi died, I saw her dead, and now this. But why did you just tell me?" I asked. Dan got to his feet as well, drying his eyes on his sleeve.

 

"Tell you what?" He asked. I licked my lips and looked at the cieling. Then I looked back at Dan helplessly.

 

"Why didn't you tell me you loved me?" I asked. Dan's lip twitched.

 

"Would it have changed anything? I would have still been to afraid that you'd just let me down." He said.

 

I took in a breath. "Yeah, it would have changed everything. Because instead of crying and fighting we'd be sitting on the couch watching some shit Christmas movie together, but it wouldn't matter because we'd still be together for Christmas, and that's all that matters. But we aren't because you were too scared to let your heart do the talking instead of your mind." I said. Dan shook his head. I knew he wanted to reach out a brush away the tears that were dripping down my face, but he just stared at me.

 

"It's my fault that it's all like this, I shouldn't have loved you in the first place, not when you were with Niall. Not ever, but I always did. Since day one." He said. "I loved you so much it hurt, it still does. It makes me feel sick because it twists in knots in my stomach and makes my head ache because I can't even find a reason not to love you." Dan said. I blinked hard.

 

"Why now? Why when it's too late?" I asked, my voice shakey.

 

"Does it have to be too late?" Dan asked, his eyes helpless and worry lines all over his face as he searched mine.

 

"Dan, you broke my heart!" I said, tears dripping down my face.

 

"I can fix it, let me show you that I can fix it!" He said, tears in his eyes. I stared at him. I wanted to shake my head and nod all at the same time. "Please, Ally, let me try. It doesn't always have to be too late." He whispered. I choked back a sob.

 

"Dan, I just don't know who to trust." I said quietly.

 

"Trust me!" He begged.

 

"Please, Da-" I started to say, but Dan stepped forward, took my head in his hands, and kissed me. It was a long and hard kiss, his hands on either side of my face. He pulled back a bit and kept his hands on my face, searching my eyes, waiting for me to say something. Instead, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me, kissed him like I wanted to when we were dancing in the cafeteria. My heart was racing and I knew I said I couldn't trust him, but I was letting my heart talk, and so was Dan. We kissed for a long time, standing in the middle of his room. I never wanted to breath and have to stop kissing him over and over again, like people in love do. But then Micky and Greg showed up, and they were laughing and clapping and shouting, but we kept kissing anyway until they left.

 

"I love you, Ally." Dan said finally, when my legs hurt from standing and my lips hurt from kissing. He kissed my forehead and lifted me up, carrying me to my room. El and Dani were talking from their beds, each holding a bowl of ice cream. Liam was lying in Dani's bed with her, playing with her hair and listening to her talk. Dan set me down in my bed and pressed his lips to mine one more time before he grinned and clipped my necklace around my neck. Then he smiled and left. "Sweet dreams, Ally."

 

THE NEXT MORNING

 

I hear Louis come in around seven, and he wrapped a groaning El up in a blanket and carried her down stairs. Liam knocked on the door lightly and he and Dani walked down together, each with a mug of tea and thick robes on. I dozed off again, and when I woke up I was on the couch in Dan's arms, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. We had both opened our presents from each other last night, so we watched while everyone opened their presents and we opened our gifts from our friends, but we mostly just smiled at each other a lot and kissed a few times. Every time our lips touched my whole body tingled and my heart raced and it felt like the first time.

 

Pretty soon, everyone was either calling their families or talking or eating cookies, and they all wandered off until it was just Dan and I in the living room. I leaned over and kissed him lightly, grinning as I pulled away. I don't even know what happened, but five minutes later he was on top of me, and I was lying on the couch, and we were kissing furiously. His hands were on either side of my face and my hands were on his chest, holding his shirt with fierce grip. We kissed long and hard over and over until Cher walked by and slapped Dan with a pillow, telling us to get a room. We laughed and kissed a little more, chatted with our parents a bit, and cuddled a lot. We hardly talked all morning, but I didn't even care. I didn't need him to tell me he loved me again, or say anything to remind me of it. Because even without a single word I knew that Dan loved me. And there was no doubt in my mind that I loved him back.

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