Meeting One Direction

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Previously:

"I'm so sorry." I stand on my tip toes and give him a peck on the lips, feeling the way his lips feel soft against mine and walk out the room.

Niall:

"I'm so sorry." her low voice whispers as she kisses me on the lips. Her lips are what I pictured them to feel like since the day I met her. She presses them against mine and all at once I feel hope, hope for this desperate situation.

I'm not sure what to say when she pulls back. I guess it doesn't matter since she's walking out the door. I want to call her back but the way she's walking, she's not to be called on.

She closes the door halfway and I walk towards it, not really sure what I'm doing. I go ahead and open it just in time to see two people sitting on her bed before the door shuts with a soft click. I can feel a smile forming and I allow it to stretch across my face. Hope is a funny thing.

I walk downstairs humming to a song I've heard non-stop on the radio. I head to the kitchen, smelling chicken and my stomach let's out a loud growl. "Niall get in here." someone yells it, sounding like maybe Zayn or Liam.

"Niall! What happened up there?" Carla questions. "Indie came up to me and said she's sorry. Then she kissed me on the lips. That's it." I glance over to Harry to see his reaction and I'm pleased that he's annoyed.

"Was she mopey or anything?" Louis adds. "I have hope, that's what I feel now. It'll take awhile for her to warm up to me and then I can finally talk to her properly and explain things." The more I talk about it with the boys, the more excited I get. Things can be as normal as they'll be and Indieana will trust me!

"We have a press conference tomorrow at 6:30 pm at the high school. It's going to be in the cafeteria," Liam says, effectively changing the subject. "It's the best they could get Paul said."

"That's fine, how're we going to make up all these concerts we're going to miss? Where is the van even at?" Zayn inquires, once again changing the subject.

"It's somewhere," Liam murmurs. "I don't know about ya'll, but I'm starving. Should we set a place for Indie?" Carla asks while heading to a cabinet for plates.

"Yes." Harry replies. I haven't been around to eat with the boys lately so I'm not sure what happens. While Carla is setting the table, I see Harry slink upstairs. I'm guessing he's checking on Indieana. I ignore it and sit down and wait to eat. I need to think.

-HARRY

For once I'll let the other boys help set dinner up and I make my way upstairs. I'm approaching the landing when I hear a delicate sniffle from Indie's room. I tiptoe to her room and stand outside her door knowing full well she would try and hurt me for eavesdropping.

"...Why didn't you just call me Indie? I would've been here day one." It sounds like the girl said that. "We care about you Indie, don't shut us out like that again." the boy definitely said that. I'm really hoping that the friends are dating because Indie is off limits.

I turn around because now I feel bad listening in on something so private and stroll towards the bathroom. I look around, taking in the big mirror and sink. This is where it all started. What would have happened if it happened differently? If we hadn't run out into that trap?

These last two weeks have been torment for everyone here. Niall most definitely. While I don't like Niall trying to get with Indie, her feelings shouldn't be forced onto him like that. Before I can think more about any of this, I hear her door open and I walk out expecting to see Indie.

What I see is her friend walking out with a tear-stained face and Indie's door being shut. It didn't get shut all the way, leaving a sliver of it open. What's up with people not shutting the door properly?

Jewels walks toward the bathroom and I definitely don't want to be here when she's crying. I let her walk in but dash out the door but not before I hear a deep voice telling Indie something.

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