Maturity is a Choice

{Sequel to Age Is Just A Number}

It's been two and a half years since Ski became One Direction's photographer and Harry's new girlfriend. She's now seventeen, turning eighteen and she can now tell the press her and Harry are dating once eighteen. Also, the boys are going on tour in America and the boys and Ski are very excited but what happens when Ski gets jealous about all the girls Harry keeps hanging with, and Niall starts drinking to hide his feelings, and when Zayn finds a girlfriend that only wants his fame and money? Why don't you read to find out?


15. Moments

As I looked at myself up and down, I tried to recall how I currently got into this date. It must have been from yesterday, the craziest night of my life.

There are only two words that could describe yesterday at the park. Fun. And. Awkward. The rides were so much fun and it felt great to just relax and have fun like I used to. Like I used to before I was One Direction's photographer.

Niall was his sweet flirty self. He bought me some ice cream, then shoved it in my face. I ended up shoving some in his face so an ice cream war started between us. All the boys were laughing, even Zayn, except for Ariana and Harry. Ariana tried feeding him some of her ice cream but all he did was stare at Niall and I. And that wasn't even the awkard part!

We all went our seperate way after the ice cream and it was just Niall and I until we bumped into Ariana and Harry, and surprise, surprise, they were holding hands.

"Hey guys!" Ariana greeted us. She seemed so sweet and kind, maybe her and I could have been friend if she wasn't with Harry.

"Aye, what's up? Where ya guys headed?" Niall asked.

"Well Ari wants to go on one more ride before we leave," Harry explained.

"Oh baby, can we ride on the Twistee?" Ariana pulled on Harry's right arm that her elbow was locked with.

"Sounds like fun," Harry replied with a smile, "you guys wanna come?"

"Sure! Come on Niall." I grabbed his arm but he slipped it out from my grasp.

"Nahh, you can go with Harry and Ariana, I'm going to take a break." He nodded to Harry before walking to a bench across from the Twistee ride.

Oh thanks Niall, way to leave me hanging.

"Shall we?" Harry offered his other elbow, opposite of Ariana. I shrugged before taking his offer.

The line was incredibly long. But finally when we were next, the lady at the front asked us how we wanted to be seated.

"Hey Harry--" I started but abruptly stopped.

Harry and Ariana stood there lip-locked. They must've obviously heard me because Harry quickly broke off the kiss,

"That's weird, I don't remember seeing any papz." I commented. I could tell my little comment hit him hard because he dropped his hand in shame with a hint of embarassment.

Looking back up, Harry asked, "What were you saying before...?"

I crossed my arms before I replied with, "She wants to know, " I nodded toward the girl who tapped her foot impatiently, "how we wanted to be seated."

"Ummm... errr..." Harry thought carefully. He knew better than to sit me next to Ariana and he also knew how angry I would be and how awkward it would be if he sat next to me.

"You know what, I'm feeling a bit queasy. I'll catch you guys later." I said before excusing myself from the line.

"Excuse me for a moment," I heard Harry say. Oh great, now he's going to chase after me.

"Wait--'scuse me--Ski! Excuse me," Harry yelled as he tried to get through the line of angry people.

I kept on walking, trying to hopefully send him the hint that I do not want to talk about it. Sadly, he didn't catch on. Almost to the exit, I felt a strong hand grip my forearm and spin me around. It was no other than the green-eyed fellow named Harry.

"What do you want Harry?" I tried my best to sound casual. I didn't want him thinking that I was jealous. I mean, I'm not his girlfriend so I really don't have a reason to be jealous but then again do I? He did promise me that I was the only one for him...

"It was all Ariana, she said she thought she spotted a papz and then she smashed her lips against mine." Harry explained. I almost laughed at how blind he was.

"Don't you get it Harry," I asked hysterical, "she obviously really likes you. Not just as your fake girlfriend but as a REAL girlfriend."

"Ski..," he paused for a moment, gatherin his thoughts before he spoke again, "this may sound as a lame excuse but you have to understand that I'm a boy. I can't help myself. I'm attracted to probably any female out there. Ariana sort of forced herself on me and being the stupid boy I am, I enjoyed it and went along with it, papz or not..." he waited for me to interrupt or to probably slap him but I just stood there waiting for him to continue.

"But let me tell you this. I'm sorry if I ever hurt you or if I will in the future. Just know this, I will probably hate myself for the rest of my life because of it..."

After he was finished talking, I shifted my feet. I honestly didn't know what to say at that moment. He just admitted that he enjoyed kissing Ariana but that was because he's a boy with craving hormones. He also said that he would hate himself if he ever hurt me in the future. Should I be relieved that he would regret his actions or should I be worried that he might actually hurt me in the future again?

"How about this, tomorrow after the concert, I take you to dinner. Just me and you, and I promise I won't flirt with any girls." he smirked at his last words.

"Deal." I said.

He stuck out his hand to make it official and I took it, shaking aswell. And that's why I'm reviewing over myself in the mirror. Making sure I looked good for our semi-date. After the concert, Harry and I had to rush to our most recent hotel that we were staying at and get ready. I let the boys in on Harry's and I little date. They seemed happy for me an promised not to tell Ariana. They didn't seem to like her anyways. They thought she was like another Autumn but prettier. I would have laughed at the remark but I couldn't help but bust out laughing when Louis said that because Autumn was standing right there next to Zayn. She stormed out the room with Zayn following her. What a baby.

On the other hand, Niall didn't seem too pleased. He actually seemed angry. I tried talking to him when he came over earlier to help me pick out a dress but he just seemed, 'grrr', if that's a good word to describe it.

"Niall talk to me." I pleaded.

"I just can't believe your going on a date with him." Niall finally said. He walked over to my dresser, grabbed a few dresses and shoved them in my arms. "Try these on."

I went to the bathroom and changed. He chose three dresses. One was a emerald green that flowed to my ankles. It was basic but beautiful.

"Niall, it's not that big of a deal." I protested after he made me spin around.


Yelling, I stomped back into the bathroom and changed into the second dress, a medium puffy dress that was purple. Coming out, I put my hands on my hips. "Niall, can you just seriously talk to me for a moment?"

His gorgeous blue eyes met mine as he sighed. "Ski, your going on a date with a no-good, flirt machine--"

"Hey!," I interupted, "this is Harry were talking about." He rolled his eyes. "Next."

I changed into the next dress which was a short but not as tight black dress. It was cute, sexy, and fashionable.

"Even though I hate it when Harry checks you out, you look absolutely smashing in that dress." Niall says with a grin.

I slowly walk over to where he was sitting on my bed. I laid my hand on his knee and felt him tense up. Seeing him this way made me ache inside. Poor Niall...

"You know I still love you Horan." I gave him a small poke in his stomach.

"I just wish you see what I see sometimes. Then maybe you'll see that you being with me is the best thing." he whispers.

Speechless, I just sat there. I felt his gaze fall upon me shortly after and I couldn't help but meet his gaze. "Remember when I promised you that when you and Harry don't work out, you'll be mine?" he asked.

I slowly nodded, remembering that moment back in the UK, many years ago when I was only fifteen. Seems like decades ago.

"Well, I'm still holding that up." he smiles.

I grab his chin and pulled him toward letting my lips rest against his. It was a small kiss that meant so much. I tried to make it short and sweet because I know, with agreement from both of us, things could get heated pretty fast.

"So this one?" I ask standing up. He nods and gives me a thumbs up.


I was almost about to cry about my little moment with Niall when I heard a knock on my door. n"Babe, it's me. Harry!" he called out.

"Coming!" I yelled. I checked myself one more time. The cute black dress was perfect with my new black heels. I wore a shade of red lipstick and painted my nails red. Perfect.

I opened my door to be greeted by a curly haired boy wearing a suit. "Shall we?" he held out his arm.

"We shall."



 "May I take your order?"

"Yes, we both will have the Spaghetti. One with extra meatballs please." Closing his menu, Harry joined his hands together and placed his chin on top of them.

"Awe, you remembered how much I love meatballs." I said. He chuckled and it went silent after that. Ten minutes later, our food arrived nice and hot.

"Here you go." our waitress handed me my plate, "careful, it's hot."

"And one for you hot stuff." she sent Harry and wink but he didn't even acknowledge her. He was too busy staring at me. I giggled as she huffed and walked away to attend another table.


"Well congrats Styles. You managed to go the whole night without flirting with a girl." I said as I wiped my sauce-covered mouth with my napkin.

Dinner was amazing. The spaghetti was delicious, especially with the extra meatballs. Plus, Harry was absolutely the best! He kept calling me beautiful and when a strand of hair fell onto my eye, he gently pushed it out of the way making blush. We even shared past memories and rejoiced in the good times we shared. He apologized many times about the accident from yesterday and I told him that it was nothing even though it ached me just to talk about it.

"We should get home, Paul will be worried." He said finally. I nod my head in agreement. He quickly rushes behind me and helps me out my chair.

Walking to the car was very interesting. I could tell by his actions he wanted to hold my hand. He would sometimes brush against it but quickly pull away and apologize. I was ready to open the passenger door to his car when his hand came around and pushed the door shut. I turned around to face him,

"Um, was that necessary?" I ask.

"Can I kiss you?"

Um what?

"Excuse me?" I ask confused.

"Can I kiss you?" he repeated.

"But Harry, there could be papz watching." I countered.

"Trust me there not. I tweeted saying I was at the fair a few blocks down from the hotel. They should all be looking for me down there."

I was torn between which act to take. Should I kiss Harry and deal with a papz accidently seeing us? Ariana finding out? Niall finding out? Or should I not kiss him and regret it for the rest of my laugh knowing he might not want me back afterwards. I guess I'll just take my chances...

"Yes..." I whispered. "Yes, you can kiss me..."

A saw a smile appear on his face. He cups my face and brings me closer to him. His lips gently touch mine then lock together. I don't know how long we kissed but I think we both were enjoying it. Well until something vibrated in his pocket.

"Grrr." he groaned. He pulled out his phone and checked it before groaning even louder.

"Papz figured out I wasn't really at the fair and there tracking me now. Plus, Paul says to come home." he chuckled.

We both got into his car and he started driving back toward the hotel. We both were silent, lost in our own thoughts. I could practically still feel his lips on mine. I didn't want this feeling to ever leave me. Ever.


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