Truly, Madly, Deeply

According to her name, Addyson Grace should be powerful, strong, and well grounded. Unfortunatley, when her parents gave her the name, they didn't know she would be the complete opposite of her name. After her mother died and her father is put in prison, Addyson is weak, broken, and watching as the world crumbles beneth her knees. Her past haunts her, and she can't escape it. That is, until, she meets Niall Horan, the blonde, happy Irish guy with a strange determination to fix Addyson. Things seem to be falling into place for her, things seem to be perfect.

But of course, history repeats itself and her father has to ruin everything.

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4. Chapter Four: Bonding and Team Ciall

Chapter Four: Bonding and Team Ciall





I knocked on the door of Louis' flat at four o'ten, being fashionably late as always. The door swung open to reveal a lad with light brown hair in a quiff, with blue eyes and a bright smile. It was Louis, of course. "Addyson, come on in!" He said, opening the door. I obliged, walking into what seemed more like a mansion than a flat. A flatsion.

"Nice place." I commented, looking around what seemed to be the living room area. "It's screams 'I make millions of dollars because I'm in a boy band.'" I teased a little, smirking.

Louis let out a laugh. "That's really was what I was going for. Now c'mon, I'll introduce you to the rest of the lads." He lead me into the kitchen, where four other bodies were waiting. "Boys, this is Addyson. Addyson, you know Niall, but this is Harry, Zayn, and Liam."

It wasn't really necessary for me to pay attention to this introduction, seeing that I had previously been stalking them on the Internet, but I did so to be polite. "Hello." I smiled brightly at them.

The one I recognized as Liam offered his hand to me, smiling as I took it. "Niall told us all about how he killed your car. We're sorry for your loss."

I managed a little laugh, but my insides went cold. As much as these lads seemed nice and enjoyable, I really didn't want them to know about my little break down when I first met Niall. One of my biggest fears is for people to know who my father is, and what he did. If Niall told them everything, they might ask questions. Lord knows I'm not good at answering questions. "It's really no big deal." I said, shrugging it off.

The one with curls, who I recognized was Harry, grinned at me. "Didn't he total your car?"

"I don't know that yet. It could just be severely damaged."

The one they call Zayn let out a little chuckle. One thing I've noticed about these boys is that they really like the ski slope type of hairstyle. Maybe that explains why it's so popular among all those youngsters nowadays. "Would you be surprised if we told you that it wasn't Niall's first time totaling someone's car?"

"One time he ran into an intense football mom on her way to her son's game. He made her miss the game and she went berserk on him." Harry said with a cheeky grin. "That is until her daughter showed up and nearly had an aneurism because Niall Horan from One Direction was getting yelled at by her mother."

"It must have been traumatizing. For Niall and the girl."

"I'm not even the worst driver here!" Niall protested, pouting a little bit as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "How many times has Louis gotten pulled over?"

Louis gave a little shrug. "It's true, I have gotten pulled over for a variety of things, but I've never totaled a car before."

I was glad that the conversation had steered away from how I met Niall, because I was afraid of what that conversation would lead to. I had never been one for heart to heart, deep talks, especially with people whom I just met. Let's just say I would have been a terrible philosopher and light-hearted meet ups are more up my alley.

Soon I discovered that the boys were exactly up my alley. The subject never turned serious, and there was a whole lot of teasing, as promised. "So tell us about yourself Addyson." Liam said, taking the subject off of Niall's poor driving skills. I could tell the Irish lad was grateful, seeing that he let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, for all we know you could be a serial killer, or a crazy stalker." The blonde said with a grin.

"Better prove yourself now, don't want the rest of them getting ideas." Liam said. "When they get ideas terrible things happen."

I laughed a little, feeling pretty comfortable. Just not comfortable enough to tell them about my father. That topic will be avoided under all circumstances. "Well, I'm a music major at Uni."

Louis laughed. "You should have heard her last night. She was singing 'What Makes You Beautiful' and she sounded like a dying cow."

"It was pretty bad." Niall nodded in agreement. "I heard it from inside the store. I didn't realize it was a person singing until Louis told me it was you."

"In my defense, I was under the influences of adult beverages. For some strange reason, I become tone death when I've had one too many." There was a round of chuckles and sniggers, to which I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, I've got my own flat in East London, but I grew up in Wilmslow."

Harry's face brightened at this statement. "You grew up in Wilmslow? I'm from Holmes Chapel!"

"What a small world." I wasn't found of the idea that Harry's from where I used to live. That just means the probability of him hearing about my father'a arrest was higher.

"So this means you're a Manchester United fan?" Zayn grinned.

"Of course! What other team would I support?" I retorted as Louis lifted his hand for a high five, which I gladly gave to him. "What other team is there? West Bromwich Albion?"

At this, the boys burst out laughing. Well, all of them except for Liam. "Hey! I'm a Baggies fan!"

"You should be ashamed."

Liam gasped in mock offense. "I see no shame in supporting a perfectly fine organization!"

I snickered. "A pretty sucky organization."

"That's it! You've been banished!" Liam said, though he was trying to hide the smile growing on his face.

"You can't banish me!"

"Yeah Liam! This is my flat after all. Plus, it's a ManU household." Louis held his fist in front of me. I pounded it, suddenly hoping we would be friends for football season.

The teasing and bantering continued back and forth for a little but. The longer I stayed, the more I learned about the boys. They were all pretty hilarious, and I enjoyed their company. I also learned about their music career. Before I met them, I really didn't pay attention to One Direction. They weren't my style of music, but I didn't really hate them. I assumed they had a decent fan base and were just five boys who sang. Apparently, I was wrong. Their fan base is about half the female population, and they care so much about every single one of them. Throughout my time with them, I've heard them refer to their fans as "our girls," which I thought was so sweet. They care about their music and their fans.

It was obvious to me that fame hasn't changed them, and if it did it was for the better. They just seemed so laid back and relaxed, it was almost weird to think they were famous, and that millions of girls fawned over them.

We had migrated to Louis's living room, to watch some lovely American hockey game. For some reason, the boys got pretty into the game. I had no idea why though. For someone who was pretty interested in sports, I had no idea who these teams were.

"Hey, Addyson?" Niall asked me softly during a commercial break, and I turned my head to face him. A blush had already started to creep up on his face, though be hasn't even said anything.

"What's up?"

The red in his face grew darker, spreading throughout his cheeks. "Well, I was thinking about calling Cal and asking her on a date. When I met her I just, I dunno I had this feeling about her, you know?"

"No." I drawled, shaking my head.

Niall just laughed quietly. He must have thought I was joking, but I really wasn't. I've never had 'that feeling' about anyone. A baby opossum is more romantic than me. "Well, I just feel like she's a girl I could have a great relationship with." He looked down at his intertwined hands.

I grinned. "You met her last night mats. Don't you think you're taking things a wee bit too fast?"

His head immediately shot up. All the red drained from his face. "Am I?"

"Relax, I was kidding." With my reassurance, the color flooded back to his face, and he no longer looked like Casper the Friendly Ghost. "But seriously, try not to take things too fast. Cal hates it, she likes her relationships to develop slowly. Just take her on one date and see how it goes from there."

Niall smiled at me, revealing white braces that I hadn't noticed before. "Alright, I'll take it slow. Got it. Thanks Addy."

"No problem. And if it makes you feel any better, I'm on team Ciall."

"Team Ciall?"

"Don't even ask."
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