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Chapter Three

***A/N: Sorry for all of these author's notes, but hey a authors gotta do what an authors gotta do. Anyway, feedback is greatly appreciated and you can comment or message me and I will probably love you for the rest of time. I hope you like this story because I am working hard on this and IF YOU COULD JUST PLEASE DO ME A SOLID AND COMMENT OR SOMETHING JUST SO I KNOW THAT I AM NOT TALKING TO MYSELF. Thanks lovelies. I'm outtie. (that's my new thing.)*************

My Happy Ending: Avril Lavigne

Elise's POV

I wished every night at 11:11 for Niall to love me. Once I thought I was so high on love, I told him. Who knew I was on such a goddamn breakable thread. So much for my happy ending. Maybe I should tell him I was drunk and didn't know what I was saying. No, that would never work because he knows I only drink at parties, if I was ever invited. I have only been to three parties.

As I was getting closer to the library, I felt myself getting angry. I wasn't sad anymore, just angry. I wasn't angry at Niall because he can't help the fact that I was in love with him. He was just everything I had wanted, or so I thought. I wasn't really angry at anyone, I was just angry.

Was Niall leading me on, on purpose? Was he acting to like me just to see me crash and burn? Maybe he would go to his girlfriend's dorm and they would lay down together and he would tell her that he loves her and she would say it back and she would put her head on his chest, right by his arm. Then he would put his arm around her and she would hug him, then she would look up and kiss him and he would kiss her. Then they would laugh at some funny math joke that he loves to make. That's always what I pictured me and Niall would do if we ever dated. So much for my happy ending.

At least he was a friend to me. I was just stupid enough to think it was more. He let me know it wasn't true.

I found the lone empty table and took out my old and battered copy of Romeo and Juliet. Gosh, they were so stupid, immature and impulsive. I had written notes and words and definitions and analogies and highlighted inspirational quotes all throughout this book. I have had it since I had read it in eighth grade. It was comforting to read. I threw my anger and frustration into the story and got lost within minutes.

"Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health/ Still waking sleep, that is not what it is?/ This love feel I, that feel no love in this." (Shakespeare 22) A voice out of nowhere said. It was my favorite line in all of the novel.

"Dost thou laugh?" I said, finishing the monologue. I looked up to see the guy who gave me my notebook back, he had a huge smile on his face.

"May I sit, fair maiden?" He asked, I laughed and probably blushed, I think I nodded too. Something about him made me nervous. I wasn't sure what it was.

"That was my favorite line in the entire play," I managed to say.

"My favorite must be, 'Prodigious birth of love it is to me/ That I must love a loathed enemy.' I'm not sure why, it just speaks to me. I'm Louis by the way, I did not happen to catch your name when you ran away with your notebook." (Shakespeare 46) Louis replied, his eyes were shining. My stomach fluttered.

"I like the translation of that line better, Love is a monster for making me love my foe. Anyway, my name is Elise." Louis was pretty hot, I wish I wasn't lovesick over Niall.

"That was a beautiful translation, coming from a beautiful girl. Sorry, that was corny." He rubbed the back of his neck and blushed a little. I blushed too, I blush a lot.

"Oh, thank you," I laughed my embarrassment off, "And, I like corny stuff, it's cute."

Louis' head lit up and I smiled, "So, Elise, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party with me tomorrow night? If not, we can do something else, it's up to you."

"I would love to go, Louis." I was surprised at my reaction, but I said it too fast to really think about it.

Did I love Niall still? Or do I like Louis?

But hey, I needed a party.