"Good morning sunshine."

"Yeah. That." I wince as I sit down at the breakfast bar. Harry notices and his eyebrows pull together.

"What's wrong?"

"I think my tailbone is bruised from when I fell on my bum yesterday. Just like I told you I would when you forced me to go skating."

He laughs and points at me with the spatula in his hand. "Don't lie to me, you had fun last night."

I roll my eyes and act like that's not true, but I don't deny it because that would be a big lie. Last night was one of the funnest nights of my life. After the first time I fell Harry spent about ten minutes pulling me around by my ankles or wrists, whichever ones he could get hold of. When I finally agreed to stay and keep trying, he helped me up, brushed me off and pulled me around until I was ready to do it by myself again. Then he'd push me for a while or skate beside me, always touching me somehow. I thought it would be weird since we're just friends...but it wasn't. At all. The few times he did let me go to take off for a lap or two on his own, I felt cold and lonely without him. I missed him.

"Are any of those eggs for me?" I ask him. "I mean you do kind of owe me."

He chuckles and lifts the pan, dividing the scrambled eggs onto two plates. "Of course." He turns and sets one in front of me and one in front of the chair beside me. He passes me a fork and walks over to the toaster, taking four pieces out. He butters them and gives me two and keeps two for himself. There's a massive amount of food on my plate.

"Do you expect me to eat all of this?" I ask as he starts eating.

"I'll eat whatever you don't," he says simply.

"Right I forgot. You eat more than I thought was physically possible."

He laughs and puts more food in his mouth. "So I was thinking about something you said last night."

"What's that?"

"The part where I have everything so I have no reason to be bored. According to you."

I turn a little red at the recollection. That wasn't my finest conversational moment. "Oh. That."

He laughs and nudges my arm playfully. "I'm not mad, don't worry. I never got a chance to answer you on that. I did have an answer but then you called me cute and stuff and I got all flustered."

My cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. I avoid his eyes, but I can feel him looking at me. After a minute he finally speaks again.

"I might have a lot going for me, but that doesn't mean anything. My life...it's pointless. It is boring. I always feel like I'm just going through the motions and doing what everyone expects of me. Like school, partying, drinking, football. I guess I do it all hoping that eventually I'll feel something. But I just don't. The band is the only thing I really get excited about."

I swallow my eggs nervously and look over at him. He's staring down at his plate, pushing his food around but not eating it. This is quite the conversation for 9 am. I'm racking my brain trying to figure out what to say, but thankfully he starts talking again so I'm off the hook.

"Lately I feel different, though. Ever since-" he stops and looks up at me. "Things have changed." His voice is quiet now and he's just...staring at me. Right into my eyes. Normally this would make me nervous and I would look away...but I can't. And I don't want to.

"Why?" My voice is shaky.

"Because..." he sighs and sets his fork down and swivels his seat towards me. "Okay. I umm...I need to tell you something."

Oh boy. My hear starts hammering inside my chest and my palms get sweaty. This feels serious. He stares at me for a minute or two, but it feels like forever and a day. His eyes...they're so green. There's these little gold flecks in them that you can only see up close.

"I just want you to know...what I've been wanting to tell you for a while now...the thing is..."

"Harry?" He runs a hand through his hair and raises his eyes from my his legs to my eyes. "Spit it out. I'm not getting any younger."

He laughs and I smile at him, trying to show him that whatever he's trying to say is safe with me.

"It's just that..." he trails off and gives me a weird look, then gives me a sad smile. "I missed you all those years. I'm really glad you're here."

"Thanks."

He pats my leg twice and stands from his seat, proceeding to clean up the stuff from breakfast. He only ate about half his food...that's very unlike him. I watch him and try to figure out what that just was..if that's all he wanted to say then why was it so hard for him to get out? He looks kind of sad now and like his mind is somewhere else.

"Are you okay?" I ask as he shuts the dishwasher. He stands up straight and gives me a small smile as he walks by.

"I'm good."

Harry's POV

Fuck. I totally chickened out. I'm a complete pussy. Damn it if Louis finds out what just happened I'll never hear the end of it. I was so close! Last night was the most fun I've had in a really long time. I can imagine what it would be like to be with her, to be a couple. We'd be so perfect together. She fits perfectly beside me and I feel so natural around her.

I get into my room and shut the door behind me, sliding down against the wall and leaning my head into my hands. This is going to be a big problem. I wish my mum was here, this is the kind of thing I would ask her advice for. But then again, she probably wouldn't be too impressed with my having feelings for the girl living in the bedroom across the hall from me.

This is complicated.

My phone starts vibrating on my bedside table and I slowly stand to answer it. Just what I need right now: Louis.

"Hello Louis."

"Hey Harry, how was your date last night?"

"It wasn't a date, Lou. But it actually went really well."

"So, did you tell her?"

I grimace to myself at the thought of our conversation this morning. "Not exactly."

"Of course you didn't. What happened?"

"Nothing, it went perfectly. I took her skating, held her hand, all that good stuff. Last night wasn't the problem, this morning was."

"Holy shit! You slept with her?!"

"What! No, of course not!"

He breathes a loud sigh of relief. "Good. Liam would not like that very much. So what happened this morning?"

"Yeah, I don't really want to talk about it."

"Geez. That bad?"

"It was so embarrassing."

He laughs and I fall onto my back on my bed. "Did you get any like..vibes from her? Did you get the feeling that she's into you?"

"I don't know. Maybe? I don't think she has any idea that I like her even though I'm completely obvious about it. You know how girls always so that I'm charming and shit? Yeah, not so much. I'm a babbling idiot around her. I can't even form a complete sentence." The line is quiet for a minute or two and I bring my phone away from my ear to see if it's still connected. "Lou? Are you there?"

"You love her."

"What?"

"Yeah, you totally love her. It's the gross kind too, the kind you see in those girlie movies."

I laugh and rub my eyes with my free hand. "There's no way."

"Yes there is. If we were girls this moment would be a lot more exciting, but we aren't so it isn't. Anyways, I have to go mate. By the way, you should ask her about the formal. If Liam hasn't asked her maybe you should. But maybe you should talk to Liam about that first. You know what? This is too much drama for me. You ladies need to work this out for yourselves."

With that he hangs up, leaving me laughing to myself. What am I going to do?

Adison's POV

After my shower I change into something comfortable that will allow me to lazy around doing homework all day. If I want to be able to sleep normally I'm going to need to do a lot of homework today and tomorrow. One thing I don't like about having really long hair is what it's like when it's wet. So annoying; the whole back of my shirt gets soaked. So before I start working I blow-dry it, braiding the front back and throwing it in a ponytail. I sit cross-legged on my bed and open up my history books to get started.

"Ads?"

"Yeah?"

Harry steps into my room and smiles at me. "What are you doing?"

"Homework. Why?"

"It's Saturday! You should be doing something fun!"

"I'll do something fun when school is over next week." He rolls his eyes and I turn back to my books.

"Alright fine. But I think the boys might be coming over tonight. Is that okay with you?"

"It's your house Harry," I laugh. "You can do what you want."

He shakes his head. "It's your house too."

"Well it's fine with me. I'll just be here...doing this." I gesture to my books and he pouts, sticking out his bottom lip.

"You won't take a break to hang out with us?"

"You took me away from my studying already last night. That was my fun night. Tonight is my study night."

He smiles triumphantly. "So you did have fun."

"I never said that I didn't,"I admit quietly, picking up my phone so I can look somewhere other than him. He sits on the edge of the bed and points to my slippers.

"You really like those things. You wear them all the time."

"Yeah. Slippers are the best." He laughs and I remember somethingI forgot to ask him days ago. "Harry, what do you want for Christmas?"

"Why?"

"Why do you think."

He laughs and stands up. "You don't have to get me anything, Ads."

"It's Christmas, so either way I'm going to get you something. You can either tell me what you want or I'll get you something horrible."

He rolls his eyes and leans against the doorframe. "Seriously, don't get me anything."

"Did you get me something?"

"Maybe."

"Then I have to get you something!" He laughs and walks to his own bedroom without another word. Well then. I wonder what he got me? He never asked me for ideas. I literally no idea what to get him and Christmas is in like two weeks. I experience this every year with Tyler...shopping for guys is really hard.

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"I know I'm probably just over reacting, but it seems like something is up with him lately. What do you think it could be?" I sit in silence and stare at my mother's tombstone. "I don't know either. All I know is that Harry would probably be totally wrong for me. Liam is the kind of person I've always wanted to be with. He's nice and he listens to me. He's smart and he's a really good guy. He's predictable...safe, I guess you could say. That's always what I've wanted. Before you died he was exactly the kind of guy I wanted. Now I don't know anymore...I mean I guess I like Liam. I'm very comfortable with him. Maybe that's a good thing...but maybe it isn't."

Mum used to tell me how impulsive my dad was; he would go skydiving or bungee jumping, he would try any kind of food and he used to surprised my mum with random trips or adventures. He just loved life. But that's what got him killed; he was hang gliding with some friends and they misinterpreted the direction of the wind. He fell through the sky and died as soon as he hit the ground. I always thought of him as reckless, fearless. Where can that kind of behaviour lead you? Well, the only destination I knew of was death and that scared me. After seeing how heartbroken my mother stayed even after ten years of him being dead, I promised that I would never love someone that could be gone so easily. I needed someone safe and reliable, someone that I could depend on. Someone like Liam.

But lately...I don't know why but I feel like life is more precious. I want to experience it and do the things that I'm scared of no matter what anyone things. And I think you need someone by our side that knows your limits but also knows when to push you past them to make yourself a better person. That's kind of how I felt when I was skating last night. I felt free.

"I don't know. I think I'm over thinking this. I haven't talked to Ty or Car about it because I think they're going to think I'm crazy. Liam is good for me. As they have both already expressed. I can't help but wonder if there's someone better. I want to like him mum, I really do because he's a great guy. I just don't know if I see him as more than a friend. I want the kind of romance that you and dad had; screaming fights, kissing in the rain, loving someone so much it hurts. It used to feel weird talking to you about that because...well, you're my mother. But now I understand why you told me. Thank you."

I sigh and stare at the stone in front of me for a few minutes. It's getting pretty dark and it's kind of creepy being alone in the cemetery right now.

"I'm going to go, mum. I love you. I miss you." With that I stand and fold my blanket, walking back over to my car to head back to my house. I'm starting to feel like Harry's home is mine as well. I feel ridiculously comfortable there. I pull my eyebrows together in confusion when I get to the house and there's cars parked all along the road in front of it. My spot is still open so I pull in and walk to the house. As soon as I get out of the car I can hear music. Is Harry having a party?

I walk in the front door and look around in shock. There's about fifteen people here. What happened to the boys coming over? A few people say hi to me while most of the girls give me judgemental stares. I'm a little underdressed compared to them. I spot Harry in the kitchen and make my way over to him.

"Adie!" Louis shouts, spotting me first. He's clearly intoxicated. He lifts me off the ground and spins me around a few times before setting me down. "Where have you been!"

"I was getting worried, it's dark out," Harry adds. I look past Louis at him. He does look concerned.

"I just umm..I needed a study break. I got some air."

"You drove somewhere to get fresh air? Why couldn't you just sit in the backyard?" Harry teases.

"I thought the boys were just coming over?" I ask, avoiding the questions. No one knows that I go to my mother's grave so often and I intend to keep it that way.

He gives me a slightly apologetic look. "That was the plan, but people were bored and mum is gone, so I figured why not invite a few more?"

"Adie!" I turn and Liam wraps me up in a tight hug. "Join the party!"

"I can't, I have some work I need to do."

"Come on, just for a little while," he pleads, taking both of my hands in his own and swinging them back and forth slightly. Apparently they've all been drinking.

"I can't, sorry." He frowns and I remove my hands from his, stepping around him and practically running to my bedroom. I don't like parties and I don't know most of the people out there. My guess is that there's more on the way. I sit on one the chairs by my window with my laptop and continue where I left off on my Gatsby essay. After a few minutes Harry comes in.

"Ads, are you okay?" he asks, shutting the door behind him and coming over to sit in the chair opposite me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Where did you go before?"

"I was...I was out."

He gives me skeptical look but thankfully drops the subject. "Sorry about all the people. I should have told you earlier. Don't hide out in here, though, come hang out with us!"

"I don't know those people, Harry. It's not really my thing, anyway."

"You don't have to drink and you can meet them. Come on, Ads. Live a little."

I bring my eyes to his at his words; they immediately remind me of the things I said at the cemetery. That's weird. I must be looking at him weird, because a smirk crawls onto his face.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I shake my head slightly and snap out of my thoughts, looking back down at my computer screen. He chuckles and reaches forward, snapping shut as I'm typing. and getting my fingers in the process.

"What are you doing!"

"Come on! Please, Ads! I want to hang out with you." Has he been drinking, too?

"Look Harry, I appreciate the invitation but it's not my thing, alright? I'll probably just go stay at Caroline's."

He smiles and leans back in his chair. "I knew you would say that. That's why I already invited them."

"Of course you did."

"It's not that bad, Adie. I promise. And I won't let anyone touch you like that prick at Louis' house. There won't be that many people. The boys want to hang out with you, too. Please?"

He gives me these adorable begging eyes and I can't help by give in. "Fine." He stands and pumps on fist in the air in celebration, which makes me laugh. "Just give me a minute to change."

"Why? You look hot." His eyes go wide and both of us turn red and look away from each other. I laugh nervously and he scratches the back of his head. "Sorry I umm...I guess I had more to drink than I thought."

"It's okay."

We stand there awkwardly for a minute until he finally starts backing away towards the door.

"I'll umm..I'll let you change. I'll be out there." He points towards the rest of the house and closes the door behind him. I let out a shaky breath and make my way to the closet. This should be interesting.

Notes

so ive been using selena gomez a lot in the sets im making for Adison's outfits. i dont picture her looking like her, i just like the way she does her hair :P but Adie's is usually a lot longer...just styled the same.

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