They Don't Know About Us

Continuing On

*Nicole's P.O.V.*

Another week has passed. Aislinn got me a job at La Piazza. She asked her boss, and I got an interview. Today is my first day of work. I didn't really need a job, I'm a best-selling author. But, I think it will help me fit in, and it could be a good experience. An extra cash flow wouldn't hurt.

I pulled myself out of bed. I went to the bathroom, and took a shower. I dried off, and put my hair up in a bun. I put on my uniform for work along with a pair of black flats. I put on some eye makeup, and some black stud earrings. I don't look too bad... I walked out of the bathroom, and into my room. I don't have anything to do, so I'll go visit Aislinn. I walked out of my room, and down the hallway. I turned the corner, and walked over to Aislinn's door. I knocked on the door. Within a few seconds, she answered, "Oh, hey Nicole! I guess we're both ready for work early." I looked at Aislinn's outfit, noticing she was also wearing her uniform. I laughed, "I guess we think the same way!"

"Haha, yeah," Aislinn replied, "Wanna come in?"

"Sure," I replied, and Aislinn led me in. Her room was a little messy, but not as bad as the boys' rooms.

"Sorry for the mess..." Aislinn apologized, "I tend to be pretty messy..."

"Haha, it's okay," I answered, "I used to live with One Direction. Now, that was messy."

"Well, I need to ask you something," Aislinn said. She walked over to her bed, and sat on the edge. I followed her, and sat beside her, "What is it?"

"Well, I was thinking," She began, "We both are just trying to get away from our problems, and have nowhere in general to go. You know how we're friends and not complete strangers-"

"Get to the point, Aislinn," I joked.

"Oh, well I was wondering if you wanted to share an apartment. We can equally pay for it, and live together," Aislinn suggested. I grinned, "Great idea! I'm up for it!"

"Great, well, we better go to work," Aislinn replied. I nodded, "Ready to go?" I asked. Aislinn nodded, and we headed off to work.
*


*Harry's P.O.V.*

Another week has passed, and Nicole hasn't come back. I don't know if I should be worried, or not worry at all. I've decided to just forget about it, and try to rebuild my relationship with Marie.

"Hey, Harry I need to ask you something," I looked up to see Zayn. I turned off the TV, and turned towards him, "Yeah, what is it?" I asked.

"Well, I haven't seen Rachel in a while, and I was planning on taking her on a date," Zayn explained, "I want to take her somewhere more quiet, you know, away from paparrazzi. Any ideas?"

"Well, you could take her out to eat," I suggested, "There's a town down the way that is pretty small, but has nice restaurants. You could go there."

Zayn grinned, "Thanks, that will work. Tell me the address later. I have to go call Rachel."

"No problem," I replied. Zayn left to go upstairs, so I turned the TV back on. I was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I sighed, and pulled myself off the couch. I trudged over to the door and answered it. I smiled when I saw who it was, "Hey Marie," I greeted her. She smiled back, "Hey Harry, can I come in?"

"Of course," I replied, I gestured for her to walk in. She walked in, and pecked me on the cheek, "So, whatcha doing?" She asked.

"Just watching TV, would you like to join?" I suggested. She nodded, "Sure." I led her into the living room. We both sat on the couch, and I switched the TV on. Marie cuddled up into my chest, and I wrapped my arm around her. We sat like that, watching some TV show that I really wasn't paying attention to. I was just looking down at Marie who was concentrated on the TV. After about fifteen minutes, Marie looked up from the TV. She looked into my eyes for a minute, and then looked down, blushing.

"What is it, love?" I asked her. She looked up at me, her face a little pink, "Um, well, I wanted to tell you something, but it's embarrassing."

"You can tell me anything," I replied. Marie sighed, "Well, I guess I can tell you. When we broke up, I really missed you. I missed you so much I wrote a song."

I smiled, then looked down at her, and raised my eyebrows, "Oh, so you're going to tell me that, and not sing me the song?"

Marie blushed, "You're going to make me sing it, aren't you?"

I grinned, "You know me so well!"

Marie covered her face with her hands, "I can't Harry! I'm not a good singer!"

"I'm sure you're a beautiful singer!" I protested, "Besides, it's just me you're singing to. It can't be too hard."

Marie sighed, "I guess I can..." She cleared her voice, and began:

"I followed you home,
I followed you down that lonely road,
You took my advice,
You told them I was more than this.

Now I'm falling behind,
You're breaking me down,
Why can't I see?
I'm lonely inside,
I said I didn't want this.

And now I see,
What you saw inside me,
And now I know,
What's going on!!

You saw her,
Then you kissed her,
I only saw what I see,
I'm broken,
Don't you see me?
I'm lonely as can be,
And now I'm hanging on,
To that little strand,
That keeps us close,
Together!!!"

Marie finished, and looked at me blushing, "See! It was horrible!"

"No!" I protested, "It was beautiful! You have an absolutely amazing voice! You never told me you sing!"

"Well, it's just something I do during my freetime," She replied, her face still a little pink.

"You are just perfect," I whispered into her ear. She giggled, and cuddled up into my chest. Everything is just perfect.