Photographs of Life: A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 6: Being Naïve

Chapter 6:

Being Naïve

Dedicated to the girl I see everyday at school:

@aeroyesi

And without furtherado..... Enjoy :3

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"No! No, no, no, no, NO!" I screamed.

Harry was dragging me by the hand to a roller coaster that seemed to be a new ride and there was already a queue building longer and longer. It had a pretty big hill that was wayyyyy up. And that was the one thing I feared the most.

Heights. (Well it's a pretty common fear)

Harry must be bloody crazy if he thought I was going to get on that with him. I tried my best to remove his grip on me, but it was useless.

We were getting closer and closer to the line.

"Please, Harry!" I yell, already getting terrified at the idea of riding that thing, my insides feeling so twisted inside of me.

He loosened his grip on me, but grabbed my other hand as well.

"Okay, then, scaredy cat." he tells me, "At least wait for me there" he added as he pointed to a small bench in front of a fountain.

"Fine." I said as I began to make my way out of the line as a hand pulled me back. I turned to face Harry once again.

"What?" I asked, hoping he wasn't joking about letting me go and wait for him instead of riding that thing.

"Promise me that no matter what, you'll stay in that bench." Harry said.

"What, are you my mom now? What's next don't talk to strangers? No accepting anything suspicious or they'll probably have drugs in them?" I joked.

"Yeah, that, too." He sarcastically replied, "But I'm serious. Okay? Promise."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, d' yeh want meh to sit there like a lil girl, ey?" I say, my Irish accent coming out and Harry let out a small laugh at my accent.

"But promise okay?" Harry pleads, becoming serious again.

"Promise" I say, holding my pinkie up to confirm it. Harry finally lets go and I continue to make my way out of the long line.

I sit down in the small bench, which happened to be very close by it was just the long queue that made it look far away. I began spacing out, wondering how long that line will take.

"Daddy, I want that balloon." I turn my head slightly. There was a little boy with his father and the little boy was pointing towards a blue balloon. I see the father ask the seller for the ballon as he pays for it. As the boy and the father walk away, the little boy jumping happily, I smile, remembering.....

I was five and dad had taken me to the fair back in Ireland.

*Flashback*

It had been raining a lot recently and after a couple of days of no more rain, Dad decided to take me out somewhere after being home inside for such long time. So we went to the fair and rode many rides. We were about to leave the fair, when I saw some ballons that caught my eye.

"Hey Daddy, I want that balloon!" I squeal, jumping excitedly pointing to a plain yellow balloon, while tugging at his hand.

"Alright.", Dad said. He took out his wallet and paid for the balloon. The vender handed me the balloon. I grabbed Dad's hand as we began walking.

I suddenly stopped as I looked up to the sky, as my dad did the same, looking at me with a questioning look.

"Adalia? Why did you stop? Lets keep on walking. We gotta get home before dinner.", he tells me, giving me a small push to make me continue walking.