Photographs of Life: A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Alone Together

Chapter 8:

Alone Together

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Adalia's POV

I couldn't sleep at first, turning and tossing with my mixed thoughts. One minute I thought about the horrible nightmare that had returned and in the next I would think about Harry.

I felt myself nearly squeal just thinking about Harry, his long hair, his emerald eyes, his smirk, his lips, and .... the kiss.

"Oh! My! Gosh!" I exclaimed, throwing the duvet off of me. I could feel the heat just burning my cheeks off. I got off the bed and switched the lamp on. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, on which the lamp was at and checked the time.

3:48 AM

I've been awake for 5 hours since I went to bed. I walked out to the patio, feeling the cool air. The breeze helped me clear my thoughts. But now with those gone, I could hear Harry' s scolding voice.

I know you're all naïve but you don't have to be so naïve to forget your sense!

I placed my head on my hands, groaning out loud. How could I have been so stupid!?

Everything happened because I refused to see reality! I would never had been bullied. I would never had let my dad die. I would never had been nearly raped in a goddamn fair. All because I am so fucking naïve.

I walked back inside, slamming myself back into bed. I pulled the duvet over me. As I closed my eyes, I swore to never be so naïve ever again.

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I felt a hand shaking me and a voice saying me name over and over again. I opened my eyes, darting around the room until they fell onto something in front of me.

As I become more awake and conscious, I realized it was Harry and his words finally become clear to me.

"Adalia, wake up! We have to leave before Niall gets up." He tells me, taking his hand off me shoulder. It leaves a tingling sensation and my tummy turns with the thoughts that run through my mind.

1) He is right. Niall seeing me will please him more than me.

2) I remember very clearly his lips on mine.

And,
3) It was kind of hard to forget since I would keep glancing down to his lips instead of his face in general.

I sat up finally, glancing at the clock to stop myself from looking at his plump, red lips.

6:51 AM

Wow, I only slept about 3 hours.

I let out a groan, pulling the covers off. Harry lets out a chuckle and my tummy turns again.

I grabbed my things, and Harry says, "I'll wait outside."

"Okay." I respond. He walks out closing the door slightly and hear his footsteps slowly fade away.

I make Harry's bed and go to the bathroom. I hesitate for a second, remembering last night. How vivid and real it all felt. The blood and the dream. But it was all a hallucination.

It had been such a long time since I had one. They were more often and worse back then, keeping me up late at night, until Mom would come in, wrapping her arms around, stroking my hair and telling me it was all going to be okay.