Friends, Lovers, or Nothing? (Sequel to Summer Love)

Things have gotten better slowly. Excruciatingly slow, to be exact. I saw Niall every now and again, but I refused to acknowledge his existence. I despised the guilty feeling I got when I looked at him nowadays. I knew he wanted to talk to me, but I knew I'd do something stupid if I did. Sometimes, he wasn't even home. Occasionally on those days, I would go speak with Maura, keeping tabs on how and what Niall was doing. Telling me concert dates and when he had to go in for recording sessions. These conversations stayed secret between us. That is, until Niall walked in on us one day. He stared at us, taken aback by my presence. I shifted uneasily in my spot on the couch next to Maura. I looked down at my reflection in my tea.

"It's good to see you." Niall said, shutting the door behind him. I kept my face low, avoiding his persuading, blue eyes.

"So,what are you doing here?"

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7. All Over Again

We sat in my kitchen drinking tea, and I watched him from across the table.

"So," I set my cup down,"what's your favorite color?"

"Come again?" he asked.

"What is your favorite color?" I repeated slower.

"Blue. How 'bout you?"

"Aqua. Very specific." I replied.

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It's been a month since our trip to the institution. I tried my hardest to keep calm when he was over. To do that meant crying for hours in advance, but by the time he arrived I managed to clean myself up. We met daily, usually over tea. Every time he came, we asked more and more questions. Our conversations often consisted of playful banter and flirting, but I always played it off as nothing, considering he thought we were actually becoming friends.

"What's your favorite animal?"

"Giraffe. I'm not sure why, but they are. Maybe it's the blonde with brown thing." I took another sip.

"You like blonde with brown, huh?" he laughed.

"Mhmm...what's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

"Well, I didn't necessarily do it, but my mate Louis jacked me in front of some fans once. Talk about fifty shades of red." He huffed. I tried to keep from laughing, making all sorts of disgruntled noises. It took me a minute or two to calm down.

"You talk in your sleep, too. About all sorts of things." I smiled.

"Moving on," he blushed,"what's the most humiliating thing that's happened to you?"
 

"The day I met you. You tried to help me up and I tripped, falling on top of you." I admitted.

"Best first impression ever."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm teasing," he laughed,"but seriously though." I rolled my eyes at him and stood up.

"You want more tea?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm fine. Thanks though." he handed me his cup and I set both cups in the sink.

I sat back at the table, and leaned over to Niall. "What do you like best about yourself?"

"My eyes."

"I like them too, but I'm not positive what I like best." I eyeballed him fixedly.

"Ahh?" he was curious.

"Well, you have musical ability, you're cute, you're sweet, and I'll envy the day you have a new girlfriend." Little did he know I would most likely die the day he got a new girlfriend.

"I don't think I'll ever have another girlfriend." he laid back in the chair.

"Don't tell me you're gay--"

"You know that's not what I meant." he leaned back farther.

"Nialler, you might not want to do that..."

Too late. He leaned back too far and the chair slid out from under him. He hit the ground so hard that I heard it.

"Oh my gosh, Niall are you okay? Please tell me you didn't hit your head." I sat on the floor, placing a hand on his stomach, the other holding up his head.

He opened his eyes, holding up his hand to shield them from the florescent kitchen lights. He wasn't bleeding but he was ultimately slow to respond.

"Is this heaven, 'cause you look like an angel." he winked.

"Oh thank goodness," I hugged him tightly.

"You act like I died." he hugged me back.

"You very well could have." I said seriously. If I couldn't have him to myself, I'd at least like him to be alive. I helped him up and fixed the chair. "Now don't lean back this time." I scolded.

"Good to know you still care." he smiled, sitting back down.

"How could I not? You're my....best friend." I kinda choked on the words.

"Arabella,"

"I'm sorry," I tried to compose myself,"but I mean it."

"Well, I have to be getting home, see you tomorrow." he hugged me, and left.

"Yeah, sure." I said to myself.

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So I was back at the park, sketchpad in hand.

"Hello there." Harry said, sitting next to me.

I set the book done and looked at him quizically. "How do you always know when I'm here?"

"Well," he smiled,"I can see this bench from my flat over there," he turned and pointed to a posh-looking building,"and you're the only girl who sits here and draws."

I shrugged.

"And you're the prettiest one." he leaned over, whispering in my ear. I blushed and messed with my pencil.

"So what are you drawing this time?" he scoot even closer to me, our hips touching.

"Just a picture of Jillian and I when we were little." I showed him the portrait I'd been drawing.

"Do you take requests?" he pulled out his mobile.

"Uhm, sure."

"Then draw this," he pulled me into a hug and snapped a pic. Handing me the device, I looked at the display. His smile was stunning, as well as his eyes. Gah, he was gorgeous. Then, I looked at me. I was caught completely off-guard, so my face was surprised and pink from blushing. Aside from that, I began to illustrate. About a half-hour of Harry breathing down my neck later, I had everything finished...even the pink of my cheeks. I signed my name and handed him the pencil.

"What's this for?" he was puzzled.

"You gave me the idea, so technically you contributed."

"No, that's okay. I'd like it better knowing it was just you." he said happily. "Wait, I can have this right?"

"Of course you can, though I don't know why you'd want it." I replied.

"Why wouldn't I want it? It's an amazing trophy of your talent, and of us." he put his hand on my thigh.

"So, Haz, I have a question for you," I started.

"Ooh, what is it?" he asked excitedly.

"Why are you so straight-foward about everything?"

"Well, I guess I just don't feel the need to hold anything back. I am who I am, I feel what I feel." he shrugged.

"I admire that about you."

"It's not the only thing, is it?" he looked at me, smiling at his rhetorical cleverness.

"Don't patronize me!" I playfully replied. Haha! Swerve! "Anyways, I was wondering, maybe we could spend some more time together." It would definitely distract me from all of my Niall problems.

"Sounds great! How about I take you out for dinner tonight? Somewhere nice, too. Somewhere expensive."

"Haz, you don't have to do that, really." I pleaded.

"But I'm going to! I'll pick you up at say...seven tonight?"

"Yeah, sure." I stuttered, a bit confused.

"Great!" he stood up, thrilled. "Oh, wait," he leaned down and kissed my cheek,"I'll see you later."

I sat there, shocked. I pressed my fingers to my cheek, feeling where his lips just were.

"Yeah," I said,"see you later."

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