One Year Of Fun (One Direction fan-fiction) (On Hold Indefinitely)

Chapter Three: Avi

Harry’s POV

“Bob!!”  Avi cries, just as Louis cries “Kevin!!”  That can only mean one thing, a squirrel and a pigeon sitting next to each other.  Liam and Arella groan while the rest of us chuckle.  Louis’s face when we found out Avi screams “Bob” every time she sees a squirrel was priceless.  He instantly insisted we go to the park so the two of them could scream “Kevin” and “Bob” fifty million times.  And that’s exactly what’s happened so far.  I look back down at my phone.  I’m texting my girlfriend, Winter.  We only started dating a week or two ago, and I really like her.

“Aviva!  Would you knock it off?!”  Arella cries suddenly.  I look up to see Avi pouting while Arella scowls at her.

“Don’t use my full name Ella.”  She whines.  Arella seems to soften instantly.  She sighs.

“I’m sorry.  Just, please stop poking me.”  She says.  Avi nods.  What was with the sudden attitude change?  Eh, I don’t really care. 

“So how old are you two?”  Ame asks.

“Eighteen.”  They say together.  It really is a bit weird how they do that all the time.

“Oooh!  Playground!!”  Louis cries.  Then he grabs Avi’s hand and runs over to it.  She follows, giggling.  Such children.  Well, I’m not much better so…  I run after them.

Liam’s POV

Zayn walks away suddenly, putting his phone to his ear.  He’s probably talking to Carolyn.  Arella coms over and sits on the bench next to me; giving up on trying to get Avi down from where she’s sitting, on top of the monkey bars.

“Well, she’s not moving anytime soon.  Doesn’t look like Louis is either.”  She says, looking at where he’s playing in the sandbox with Harry.  They really are very childish.

“I know how to get Louis and Harry’s attention and if Avi is as much like them as she appears it might work on her too.”  I say.  “It’ll also drive Niall and Ame crazy.”

“Go for it.”  She says, shrugging.  I stand up and walk to a point about half-way between Louis and Harry, and Avi.

“We’re going for ice cream!”  I call.  Louis and Harry instantly look up and start running over to me.  I hear a thud and look over to see that Avi jumped down from the monkey bars.  Arella is just shaking her head.  The three of them stop in a half-circle around me.

“Ice cream?”  Louis asks.  I’m tackled from behind before I can answer.

“Let’s go!”  Niall cries excitedly.  Arella stands up and walks over and grabs Avi’s hand.

“Someone better go find Zayn.”  I say.  Ame instantly leaves to find him and comes back a few minutes later.

“Are they brother and sister?”  Avi asks.

“Yes.”  Louis tells her.

“They look alike.”  She says.

“Are siblings supposed to not look alike?”  He asks.  She giggles and shakes her head.

“Sass master.”  I hear Arella mutter.  I can’t help but smile.  She may not be a fan, but she’s learning fast.

“So…Ice cream?”  Louis asks.

“Ice cream.”  I say, nodding.

“Yay!!!”  Great, he’s even more hyper than usual.  This is gonna be a long day.

Arella’s POV

I sit down on the couch and lean back, closing my eyes.  Nine hours.  We spent nine hours with those boys.  It was absolutely exhausting.  We probably would’ve stayed later but I could see that Avi was getting tired.  If she had crashed while we were hanging out with them I would’ve ended up having to carry her home; there’s no point in trying to wake her for at least five hours after she falls asleep.  She walks into the living room at that moment, a beer in her hand.  I haven’t really taken advantage of the fact that it’s legal for us to drink here, but she has a little bit.  She sits down next to me, rubbing her eyes and yawning.  She’s changed into a white tank top and black basketball shorts, her “lazy clothes” as she calls them.  I can easily see the tattoo on the back of her left shoulder.  It’s a blue butterfly with writing under it that reads: Elora Anne; December 3rd 2003-September 18th 2009.  Elora was her little sister.  She got leukemia when she was three and battled it for two years before eventually dying.  It broke Avi, shattered her.  Elora was her baby, her little sister.  She loved her more than anything.  And she died so young.  Suddenly, Avi’s head is on my shoulder.  I smile.