Pretty Wrong Direction
Chapter Twelve.
Aria's P.O.V
I woke up, anger inside my head. "Ari!" Alison squealed, and I raised an eyebrow. Alison had hardly realised I existed most of the time, when she's been with Harry. "Aria." Niall smiled, and I looked down. I couldn't look in his direction. I had to be strong. I held my head, as I felt the aching pains from the fumes of the chloroform. "Styles." I said, through gritted teeth, "You're dead."
"I'm not, am I, because I'm the one who kidnapped you."
"Ugh." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Loser." Alison snapped, rolling her eyes at Harry.
I stood, and wobbled a little. Hanna steadied me, and I walked to the kitchen for some water.
I looked out to the garden, and remember the green pastures you could see from Spencer's barn. The fields and fields of endless, total, Rosewood. I closed my eyes, thinking of home, and family, and even school. I missed it like hell. "Miss home?" Niall asked, and I laughed. "Actually, more than you can imagine. And think, after the 'jenna' thing all I wanted to do was leave." I whispered. Niall raised an eyebrow. "What's the Jenna thing?" He asked, putting a poptart in the toaster.
"You're not the only one with secrets." I said, my eyes twinkling. "Look, Aria, I'm sorry about what happened last night. I wanna' help you." He told me, moving closer. I moved away. "Niall, I don't need this right now." I whispered, "I am so sorry." He looked at the ground, and stayed silent. I couldn't let him get attatched, especially when I was planning my escape.
I began to walk away, and he grabbed my arm. "And Aria?" He said, and I looked up. "This was for you." He handed me a small jewellry box, that I opened. Inside, was a locket. I looked at the back, and saw the words inscribed;
You'll Always Be My American Girl, And I Know You'll Find A Way.
I looked up, as tears filled my eyes. "So I'll always be close to your heart, even if you do go home. And I know you'll find a way, I really do." I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "You're such a great friend Niall." I whispered, "Even If you did kidnap me."
Find A Way. I have to find a way.
I woke up, anger inside my head. "Ari!" Alison squealed, and I raised an eyebrow. Alison had hardly realised I existed most of the time, when she's been with Harry. "Aria." Niall smiled, and I looked down. I couldn't look in his direction. I had to be strong. I held my head, as I felt the aching pains from the fumes of the chloroform. "Styles." I said, through gritted teeth, "You're dead."
"I'm not, am I, because I'm the one who kidnapped you."
"Ugh." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Loser." Alison snapped, rolling her eyes at Harry.
I stood, and wobbled a little. Hanna steadied me, and I walked to the kitchen for some water.
I looked out to the garden, and remember the green pastures you could see from Spencer's barn. The fields and fields of endless, total, Rosewood. I closed my eyes, thinking of home, and family, and even school. I missed it like hell. "Miss home?" Niall asked, and I laughed. "Actually, more than you can imagine. And think, after the 'jenna' thing all I wanted to do was leave." I whispered. Niall raised an eyebrow. "What's the Jenna thing?" He asked, putting a poptart in the toaster.
"You're not the only one with secrets." I said, my eyes twinkling. "Look, Aria, I'm sorry about what happened last night. I wanna' help you." He told me, moving closer. I moved away. "Niall, I don't need this right now." I whispered, "I am so sorry." He looked at the ground, and stayed silent. I couldn't let him get attatched, especially when I was planning my escape.
I began to walk away, and he grabbed my arm. "And Aria?" He said, and I looked up. "This was for you." He handed me a small jewellry box, that I opened. Inside, was a locket. I looked at the back, and saw the words inscribed;
You'll Always Be My American Girl, And I Know You'll Find A Way.
I looked up, as tears filled my eyes. "So I'll always be close to your heart, even if you do go home. And I know you'll find a way, I really do." I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "You're such a great friend Niall." I whispered, "Even If you did kidnap me."
Find A Way. I have to find a way.
Notes
Short, But I'm So Tired, and my pop tart's about to go 'pop' in the toaster. Omll, bit my tongue.Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
Ow.
-Caoimhe.x
5/13/13