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Addicted (ON HOLD)

Seven

Andi's POV

I sat up and looked at the clock on my night stand. The numbers '23:49' were flashing in a bright red colour on the clock, which made my tired eyes hurt even more.

I just couldn't sleep. Everything that had happened since we moved here seemed to be on replay in my head; the bad memories, the good ones and the ones I couldn't quite figure out how I felt about.

I could never have imagined my life turning out like this in my first few weeks that we moved here. I felt happy for once; and the idea of being able to travel the world with the one guy I adore, that made all of my sadness and worries in the world fade away. If I have Niall, I don't feel like I need anything else.

But then, there's the questions. The questions I didn't know the answers to; the questions I was too scared to know the answers to.

Like; 'Does Niall really like me? Will he kiss me again? Does he stay up at night thinking about me too? Will he leave me for another girl? What did the kiss shared between us mean to him? Why would Harry even want me?'

All of these questions we begging me to be answered, but I knew the only way to find the answers to them was to ask. What scared me, was the answers I would get. What scared me, was all of the feelings and emotions that was taking over my mind; I've never liked not being in control of things, that's mostly why I would never drink a lot-it makes you lose control.

The feelings and emotions that I felt, they took over every organ of my body.
My mind.
My heart.
My stomach.
Well, that's all that I could think of, but either way; what I was feeling, made me lose control.

I sighed and laid down on my bed again, staring at the ceiling. I brought my hand to my lips and slowly traced them; longing, needing, the feeling of Niall on my lips.

With the thought of Niall I closed my eyes and sleep washed over me, embracing me in beautiful images of the blue eyed beauty's smile.

"Andi," a soft voice spoke in my ear.

I fluttered my eyes open slowly and found my mother leaning over me with a mug in her hand.

"Good morning," I yawned.

She gave me a sweet smile and placed the mug on the night stand. "Get ready for school," she softly kissed my temple.

"Mom?" I pulled her back to my bed by her sleeve as she stood up to leave my room.

She sat back down on the bed with a smile. "Yes?"

I really needed to talk to my mother about Niall. If she had to find out in another way she would be really pissed at me.

"I," I paused and bit my lip.

"Met a boy?" She asked in excitement.

I softly laughed at her, but I didn't argue. That was more than enough of an answer for her.

"You did!" She jumped to her feet and put her hands over her chest whilst gasping. "What's his name?" She sat back down on my bed and cupped my face in her hands.

"Niall," I slowly told her whilst my cheeks were being squashed.

"I have to meet him!" She beamed in excitement. "I'm going to tell your father!" She squealed before leaving the room.

Uh oh....

I jumped out of bed and made my way to my bathroom for a shower that I desperately needed; my hair looked like a monkey slept in it, my face was as oily as it could get and the smell that was escaping my body, not so good either.

I opened the water to the shower and waited for the right temperature. Once I was satisfied with the temperature, I stripped myself from my clothes and hopped into the shower.

After I finished my shower and curled my hair into light waves, I dressed into a dark blue knee-high summer dress with black pumps and my black leather jacket.

I didn't feel like wearing much makeup, so I drew a thin line of eyeliner and put some mascara on.

"Honey let's go!" My mother's voice yelled from downstairs.

I grabbed my backpack and my phone and made my way to the kitchen.

"Eat in the car you're going to be late," she pressed some toast into my hands and pushed me to the front door.

"Calm down mom," I laughed at her.

Within a few seconds, the house was locked and my mom was in the car waiting for me.

I rolled my eyes at her and stepped into the passenger side of the car.

Since there was no words spoken between us on the way to my school, I popped in my earphones and searched for a song I liked on my ipod whilst eating my toast.

My thoughts got the better of me as I listened to John Legend.

'Was Niall going to talk to me today? Will he still like me? When should I tell mom that I want to tour with the boys?' Questions kept repeating themselves in my thoughts.

I felt a slight shove on my shoulder and opened my eyes to be met with my mother's.

I pulled my earphones from my ears and cocked an eyebrow.

"We're here," she rolled her eyes.

"Oh," I stepped out of the car and walked to her side to give her a kiss goodbye.

After she left, I turned around to be met with the view of a curly headed boy and a blonde girl, both seeming like their lives depended on them sucking each other's tongues.

'Harry' I thought to myself. One could not mistake those curls and tattoos for someone else.

I groaned and rolled my eyes as I stepped around them to be at class on time, but a hand was felt on my left arm. I turned around to find a smiling Harry.

"Yes, Harry?" I sighed.

"Let's grab some starbucks after school?" His smile touched his eyes and his dimples made me smile too.

But remembering what Niall had told me about Harry always doing this, I shook my head and walked away.

"What was that all about?" An Irish accent spoke.

My smile grew bigger by the second. I looked up to find a smiling Niall.

"Nothing to worry about," I told him as I stood in front of him.

His eyes traveled to my lips and a smile grew on his face. "Good, cause you're mine," he whispered before putting his lips on mine.