Harry’s POV
I was glad to know she liked me, even though she might like Niall. I’m guessing she just doesn’t want to hurt her friends. She managed to drag me out to the living room to join the others. They were watching The Proposal. All the guys had their eyes covered and I soon realized that it was the part where they go to a male stripper thing. I covered my eyes too.

“Guys, it’s over. You can look now,” Perrie said.

“How did you manage to drag Haz out here, Ara?” Zayn asked.

“She has good reasoning,” I say. They laugh.

“Where’s Nialler?” Ara asks.

“Went for a walk. He must finally realize that he needs to balance food with exercise,” Louis smirked, and everyone burst out in laughter.

Niall’s POV
I needed to clear my head of Arabella. In a way, both of us liked each other, but we both just needed to be with someone else. I just wish it were easy to forget about us. We are never going to happen.

Plus, I love Carly. I don’t want to be the problem in their friendship. They have been best friends forever. I can’t destroy that because I have mixed feelings for both of them now.

I know what I have to do. I need to be with Carly, and get over something that isn’t real. I need to get back to reality. I ran back home.

Arabella’s POV
Niall came back, and we were all trying to think of something to do.

“We could play truth or dare,” Louis suggested.

“No!” everyone yelled. I remember now that it’s never a good idea to play that with Louis.

“We could go shopping!” Dani exclaimed. All the boys groaned. “You could have just said no…”

“Someone could drive me to get my casts taken off. In case you didn’t know, I get out of them today,” I say.

“I’ll drive!” Harry said.

He helps me out of the house and into his car. I turn up the radio to kill the silence.

“And this is One Direction’s What Makes You Beautiful!” the announcer said.

“This is one of our songs,” Harry said. I turned it up.

A memory flashed through my mind. Harry and I were singing along to this song before. I joined in at the chorus, suddenly remembering all of the lyrics. Harry joined me at Zayn’s part. We sang the whole song before we made our destination.

“I see you remembered our car singing,” he smirked.

“Yes, I did. Before we met the guys, and Niall smacked me,” I said freely. I didn’t even think before I said it, and I just did. Niall had smacked me after he yelled at me for being with Harry. I regret getting this memory back; even though I could see how much Harry meant to me, it hurt to know Niall, one of my best friends, had slapped me.

“You made up…” Harry said realizing what I was thinking.

“Well, that’s a relief.”

He helps me out and I go in and the doctor takes my casts off. My arm and leg look horrible, but it feels great to be more free. When he was done, we left ASAP because I hate the smell of hospitals. Too many cleaning solutions.

“How does it feel?” he asked me.

“I feel so free!” I smiled ecstatically, and he laughed. “What?”

“You act like such a five-year-old sometimes.”

“Hey… What can I say? I don’t want to grow up. I’m not ready,” I frown which just causes him to laugh more. I pout and turn away. He stops laughing, and turns me around, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. Fireworks seemed to explode around us. That was the first time we had kissed since I had the accident.

“It’s okay. I like that about you. I love everything about you, and anything that has to do with you. Because you are mine, and no one else’s.”