Arabela's POV:
I opened the door to my house and Isabel flew into my house with the widest smile on her face.
"I think I love Liam." She said. I looked her with a slight smile.
"It's about time..." I said turning around.
"I guess you're right, he's always been there for me so, why can't I try to make him happy?" she said.
"You're totally right. You deserve someone like him." I stated. In the back of my mind I felt like I had to take my own advice. If I made him wait too long, maybe he would stop loving me.
"Well, last night, he took me to Santa Monica and we were talking and I guess something came over me and I just had to kiss him."
"Oh, good for you guys. Did he ask you to be his girlfriend?" I said fascinated as we sat down on the couch.
She shook her head.
"No, but I think the kiss said more than words, but enough about me, what about you. Has Harry done anything special?" she asked.
"No he hasn't, not since our first date. But I know he's only respecting what I wanted. But what if I don't want to just be friends anymore? Is it too late?"
Harry's POV:
Why didn't I ever do anything right. I knew that Arabela was probably out there thinking that I don't care. Even if it seems she needs me to act like I want her, I still could show that I do. I walked down the street of her neighborhood needing to talk to her. Or just make sure she's still happy with her choice. A couple weeks ago she told me that she wasn't ready to be in a relationship, but this time she said with me. I wondered if that meant that she didn't think I was good enough for her, which I thought was true. She was just too funny and pretty and smart and perfect, and I was just that snobby famous guy. At least that's the way I'm sure Arabela saw it.
As I approached her house I saw Isabel's red jeep parked outside of her house, great, just when I needed to talk to her alone. I turned around and started heading back but somebody opened the front door, it was Isabel heading to her car.
"Hey Harry! What are you doing here?" Crap. Now I had lost the nerve to confront Arabela.
"Well, um..." I trailed off. She looked at me, her eyes full with suspicion
"Need to talk to her, right? It's ok I'm leaving. I think she needs to talk to you too." I smiled. My nerve was back. I ran up to the steps as Isabel's car sped away. I knocked quickly.
"Hey Harry..." she said. I stared at her, she looked so beautiful.
"I just need to know...why you don't want to be with me. Is it because I'm not good enough-" I started getting slightly angry.
"What! Are you serious right now? You are the one who is too good for me. I mean I'm just a girl and you're this talented handsome star. Why would you want to be with me?" I was stunned. I never thought that. We stared at each other surprised until I spoke up.
"All that you said is the total opposite. You're the beautiful smart girl who I can't stop thinking about, why would you want to date me?" I say. Arabela opens her mouth but before she can say something my lips are toughing hers. Instantly we are rushing into her house and we're on the couch, gasping for air. I look down at her into her eyes and say simply
"I don't deserve you." And we are kissing again.
Niall's POV:
I can't get Melanie away from me, and I wanted to talk to Veronica. Even though we were never going out, and maybe even if I never showed her I cared, I did. And seeing her with another guy that I didn't even know about made me cringe, like she was scratching a blackboard or something. She's just so different; she's not superficial or annoying at all. And she's just so real and straight forward. Talking to her is like riding in a smooth car down the highway. Even if she were to come and talk to me, I don't think I would be able to tell her how I feel. I'm just not that kind of person.
I sat down in my room just eating chips and playing my guitar. I needed time away from Melanie and this was all I was going to get apparently. She was hugging me, kissing my cheek, and just acting fake. I didn't like fake people.
Suddenly, Veronica burst through the door.
"Niall!" she said angrily. I looked up and there she was in Nikes and some running cloths. I think she knew exactly how hard it was going to be to talk to me about this stuff. I yelped and ran for the door but she blocked me.
"Don't runaway Niall." She said looking me in the eye. I did the exact opposite and jumped out the window barreling down the street.
