Photographs of Life: A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 4: Is It Love?

Chapter 4:

Is it Love?

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Once we arrived, Harry helped me get my bags inside the apartment. After he helped me out of the car and into the apartment. He put me down on the couch in the living room. He took two long strides to the light switch and flocked the lights on. It took me a couple of seconds to get used to the bright light. Harry sat down beside me as he took in the apartment.

"Wow, you sure can decorate," he said, as he smiled, showing off his famous dimples. I blushed.

"Thanks"

"Now let me see your ankle." he said, as he jerked his head to my ankle. I winced, even though he was handling it as gently as he could.

"Do you have any bandages here?" he asked as his green eyes looked at me.

"No" I said. I bit my lip. The pain was killing me. Harry got up, grabbing his keys.

"I'm going to go buy some bandages and painkillers. Give me your keys so I can get back in." I handed him my keys. "Don't move" he said.

Sure, I sarcastically thought, Don't you see me in pain?

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I woke up to the sound of the door opening. I hadn't realized I had gone to sleep. I still couldn't believe Harry Styles. was with me. It was so cliche. Harry came in and went straight to bandaging my ankle. He bandaged it with lots of gentleness. When our eyes made contact, I looked away, feeling my face blush. After Harry got done with bandaging he brought me some water and pills.

"So... What's the name, gorgeous?" he said as he began playing with one of my blonde curls. My face flushed. He was flirting with me. No one had called me anything like that. I never really knew what it was like to like someone or to be liked, for that matter.

"Adalia. Adalia Rosien."

He abruptly stopped playing with my curls. He stared into my blue eyes with his green ones.

"You mean..." He stopped, trying to find the words to say. "Do you know Niall Horan? Well actually let me rephrase that....because who doesn't know Niall. What I meant to say was..... Personally. Do you know him personally? Like did you go to school with him in Mullingar?"

Before I could answer him, I heard a phone ringing and I realized it was my phone. I tried to get up, but was seated back down as Harry said, "I'll get it."

He looked around until he located it on the coffee table. He answered it. "Hello...... um no...... yes." he said as he handed it over to me.

"Hello?"

"Is this Adalia Rosien?"

"Yes'

"I am the director of London University of Photography, Laura Welch. I am calling to tell you that school will start Monday, a week from today, instead of tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome, Hope to see you soon! Goodbye"

"Bye", I said as I hanged up.

"Well thats good", I said, sighing with relief.

"What?' Harry asked.

I almost forgot he was here.

"School's postponed. Which is good. It will give me time for my ankle to heal."

"That is good to hear" , he said as he smiled at me.

My heart fluttered.

What was going on with me?

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Harry left after putting me to bed. He left me thinking about Niall. Now that I thought about it, he was my first crush.......

*Flashback*

Valentine's Day

I walked down the hallway in my new red dress. I had made my mum do my hair and buy me candy to give out. I had given them all away except for one special box. This special box was for the boy I liked very much, Niall Horan. I saw him. I ran to him, my curls bouncing against my back. He turned to me and looked at me weird. I handed him the box. "Get away! Who would like you?!" He said throwing the box down and stepping on it.

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I remember crying when I got home.

And then it hit me like a bat hitting a ball.

I was falling for Harry. Is this what it was to like someone?

Is this love?

A/N:

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