Hurray For Holidays (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Eleven

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(Niall's P.O.V)

"Remind me why the hell I'm doing this again?" I asked Abby irritably as I shielded my eyes from the burning sun.

The shock of seeing Abby there, in my bedroom, demanding I get my 'butt out of bed now' had passed, and now I was thoroughly frustrated she had coaxed me out of my oblivious wonderland of covers.

 "To get your girlfriend back, stupid." I directed my eyes away from her as I remembered what she previously told me. How Ellie had been in bed all day, crying and not talking to anyone, not even Abby or her mother.

A selfish part of me came out, saying she deserves it for making me feel like crap, but I quickly dismissed it, feeling extremely guilty.

I loved her more than anything, and feeling that way about her made me hurt, much more than it should.

"She broke up with me remember?" I grumbled, not believing Abby's comment, insisting Ellie loved me, and she was just as heartbroken as me, if not more. Pssh, like that's possible.

"Not 'cause she wanted to!" Abby spoke despairingly. "It was in the heat of the argument, and you know she didn't mean it. Now stop feeling so damn sorry for yourself, and lets get moving."

It was Abby's plan to serenade her, to sing a song to her, telling her how much I love her, and I'm sorry ect ect.

I still didn't completely understand it. I mean, yes I had to sing her a song, but she already knew I loved her, and I was sorry for shouting at her, so why have to sing to her? I mean, maybe she thinks its a good thing to tell her, but why cant I tell her? Why a song?

"Because it's sweet. Having a boy, a boy she loves, to sing to her, and her alone, she'll forgive you easier. I can't help my heart from soaring every time Abby said Ellie loves me.

 As much as she's been currently annoying me, I can't help but have a massive amount of respect for her. She may act offensive, bossy and full to the brim with attitude, but she's much more than that.

She's fiercely protective of those she loves, and would do absolutely anything for them. There's a much softer side to her, a vulnerable side, which beneath all the attitude, is much weaker than she'd care for you to know.

 And even though I had no-one but Ellie on my mind earlier, as she explained her idea to the boys, I couldn't help but notice Louis was especially eager to play through with the plan.

It could be he's feeling guilty, but, honestly, I think it's more than that. He was hanging onto her every word, and gazing at her, and I knew I wasn't the only one who sought new respect for her.

I knew all the boys were feeling it, but he was especially looking at her in a whole different light. However, I could be wrong. He does have Eleanor after all..

Bang!

The pain of thinking about girlfriends hits me all over again, and desperate to end this torture I turned to Abby. I wanted her back as soon as possible. I needed her.

"Where are we going, then?" I asked her, standing up and pulling her up with me. We were currently stood in the Smoothie place at the resort.

I had asked her if Ellie would come here, what we would do if she saw us, but she easily brushed of my comment, reassuring me she wouldn't even be getting out of bed, never mind coming here.

It didn't make me feel any better though, knowing this, and I knew from the evident pain in her voice which she was trying to hide with no success, that it didn't for her either.

"To your room. We need you and the boys to write a song." This pulled me up short, I came to a halt and said;

"You mean you haven't already got a song?"

"No, of course I haven't.  I'm no writer. And it needs to come from you anyway." Abby shook her head, as if it was obvious. I had to sing to her at 7 tonight. It was 4'oclock now. And we, I, needed to write a song, with guitar, in less than 3 hours!

"Talk about mission impossible." I muttered under my breath. I wasn't so optimistic about the whole thing now.

 Pretending she hadn't heard me, Abby continued to drag me out of the shop.

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{2 1/2 hours later}

We had finally got a song. We had gone for a song that doesn't tell her how much I'm sorry, but I love you and don't care what everyone else says. The song's called 'They Don't Know About Us'.

After many encouraging words from the lad's and Abby, I was positioned outside her apartment, just outside her window below her balcony.

I was nervous to say the least.

What if she didn't like it?

What if she didn't forgive me?

What will I do without her?

Seeing I look nervous, Harry came over and patted me on the shoulder, then re-joined the other boys plus Abby and started to walk away. They wanted all her attention on me. Taking a deep breath, I began the beginning cords on my guitar. Then I began singing.

People say we shouldn't be together,

Too young to know about forever,

But I say they don't know what their talk-talk-talking about.

'Cause this love is only getting stronger,

So I don't wanna wait any longer,

I just wanna tell the world that you mine, Ellie.

At this part she copiously opened her balcony door and stood halfway in, halfway out of the balcony. I saw her swollen, red eyes and had to swallow some bile rising in my throat. Making eye contact and holding it I continued with the song, her song.

They don't know about the things we do,

They don't know about the I love you's,

But I bet you if they only knew,

They would just be jealous of us,

They don't know about the up all nights,

They don't I waited all my life,

Just to find a love that feels this right,

Baby they don't know about us.

I carried on with the song, keeping eye contact, and as I played the last chords, her eyes filled with tears, and she turned around and ran inside.

My heart sank. It didn't work. I just made her cry, again. I felt like crying, I loved her so much. I cant bear the thought of not being with her. Not being able to call her mine. Hold her in my arms. It was too much.

I dropped my guitar, not caring where it fell, and buried my face in my hands, never in my life had I felt so bad. Then I heard someone shout my name, I looked up to see Ellie running towards me.

In piggy pjs, tears flowing freely down her face, arms outstretched, she ran straight into mine with so force I toppled over taking her with me.

But I didn't care. She was back in my arms. That's all I wanted, all I could dream of. And as I felt her lips press against mine, her arms wrapped tightly around me, I knew this was love was.

Not just happy times, but hard, painful ones. And if you could overcome these obstacles, you knew you had a real love. A love worth fighting for.

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NOTE: This isn't the end! There's numerous chapters to come!

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-Olivia<3