Second Chance

Secrets

-Ava’s POV-

It was the most perfect, amazing night of my life. 

Our date had been flawless and Harry had said I love you. I swear my heart was going to beat out of my chest. 

The only negative was that I had gotten another text from Dan…. 

He had texted me a couple times since arriving, but I just ignored it. One, because I did NOT need that in my life and two, because I had Harry. Why would I even bother with Dan???

After ignoring and deleting whatever was sent to me, Harry and I cleaned up everything and carried it back to the car, where we drove back to my place and Harry and I cuddled in bed falling asleep watching Looney Tunes (yes, we’re just that cool).

The next morning Harry had to be at the studio early, and I felt him kiss my forehead as he said goodbye.

“Babe…. Babe…. Ava, love, wake up.”

“Huh….” I said in a groggy manner.

“Babe I’m going to the studio. But I’ll be back by 12 and we can do lunch, okay?”

“Mm-hm…” Was the only response I could muster through my smiling face as he kissed me once more and left the room. Soon after I heard him close the front door and I drifted off to sleep again, dreaming of the night before. 

-Harry’s POV-

She was adorable. 

Still half asleep and muttering incoherently. 

I walked out of the apartment and, for once, I felt like this was right. I’d dated other girls and “been” with other girls but it always felt like I should watch my step. Like I couldn’t entirely trust them.

But Ava…. She was different.

A short car ride later, I got to the studio and the boys immediately began giving me shit for being a bit MIA for the last few days. 

“Bro, where ya been?”, Zayn asked with a grin. 

“Yeah man, have you joined our club?”, Liam added looked at Zayn and Louis, all three smirking obnoxiously at me. 

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Actually, I’m not entirely sure. Last night we had an amazing date and I told her I loved her. But we haven’t really put a title on whatever we are.”

All the boys get quiet, anticipating what happened next, good or bad? Happiness or sadness?

And I smile, causing them to all yell obnoxiously and hit me on the back.

“Harry, we knew she cared for ya. Hell, I knew from the day we bumped in ta her”, Niall remarks. 

The boys let it go as soon as we’re instructed what we’ll be doing for the next couple of hours and the boys and I begin to think up ideas for possible new songs.