POV Monica

I was a sophomore at the NYU, and I was in my dorm doing some extra studies before I went to bed. It was only 11:45 p.m., earlier than I ever stayed awake, and I wasn't planning of going to bed anytime soon. I could have left with all the other students, which was yesterday, but I hadn't really felt like it at the time. I promised my family that I'd be home for Christmas, but I still didn't know how I was getting there. I'd probably book a train ticket. I sometimes hated going on trains, because they have to make so many stops in between before I actually get to my destination-Toronto. When I arrive, I guess I'd call my Mom to come pick me up.

I sighed. So much to do, and so little time.

I had thought that maybe I should call my Mom in advance, but had decided against it.

I sighed again, and closed my books, packing them into my bag. I was already packed so I didn't really need to worry about that part. I looked over at the empty bed of my messy roommate. Unfortunately, I didn't end up going to the same university as Chloe and Danna, who were back in Ontario in at the University of Waterloo. When I was first accepted to this school, my Dad didn't want me coming here at first-even though it was a pretty good school. He wanted me to attend McGill University, the university that he attended when he was my age at the time. But I insisted that this was where I wanted to go, and when my heart was set on something, it was set.

I had thought that being on the world tour two years ago during half of my grade 12 year would mess up how I acted and how I paid attention to how I did things when I was on my own in post-secondary school. But I was wrong. In fact, the tour had made me even more alert than ever before. Aware of my surroundings, aware of the people who I talk to, aware of how people were. In fact, because of my history on the tour and with the band, I was a main topic amoung my peers, even if it was two years since the tour. The only time I got slightly side tracked, was when I thought of Harry, my first real boyfriend. We had split a few days after everything that had happened between us but it wasn't because of him cheating on me or vice versa (which both happened.) It was because we loved each other too much. I know that sounds odd, but if you were in my shoes, you'd get the point I am trying to put across. We were so involved of loving each other that we lost each other in the process without even knowing it. He got hate all over the internet, but we cleared everything up in the end. I can't say that Harry wasn't really feeling the dread of those comments.

We still love each other in some ways, but right now, we were absolute best friends. We kept the promises we made that night, that we'd always love each other no matter what, and we were still keeping that promise today. He even took me out to go and return the bracelet that I had stolen five years ago, but when we told the owner of the branch, he told me just to keep it, as a lesson learned. I rubbed that bracelet everyday now, remembering that moment in my life and how to take precautions when making choices.

I made my bed, anticipated on leaving very early in the morning so I could catch a good train. I lay on top of it but before I could actually relax into the comforter, I heard a rapping a on my window. Well, it was more of a plink, as if someone was throwing a rock. I walked up to it and opened it, finding a small rock colliding with my face. "Ow!" I hollered.

"Oops! Sorry, mate!" Someone whispered.

I looked down my window to see who the culprit was. But I smiled when I found out. My boyfriend, Niall, was waving at me from the university grounds. "Niall, what are you doing out there in socks? There's snow on the ground!"

"Sorry." He said, looking down at his feet. "I got overly excited."

I shook my head and grinned. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled up at me ruefully. "I came to take you home. Don't worry my parents and brothers are at your house already. Your Mum went to go pick up your brother."

I laughed out loud. It was such a thing for Niall to plan. "I'll be down in a second." I cpopped my head back in room, and closed the window, shoving the curtains back together. I forced on my winter coat as quickly as I could and grabbed all of my bags with me and raced out the door. The janitor would come in later on to lock it. I ran down the stairs and opened the front door only to be hit by the cold wind of the night. I went outside, closing the door behind me. I ploughed through the snow and called Nialls name because I had no absolute idea where he parked.

"Over here!" Niall shouted and I turned to the direction of his voice. He was waving a few meters away from me. I trudged through the snow to his car and he grabbed all my bags from my hand and chucked them into the back seat. "Get in, quickly. It's cold out here." I did as I was told and Niall got into the driver's seat. He turned on the car ignition and blasted the AC on full heat. "Give me your hands."

My teeth were chattering. "Niall, they're fine." But he still motioned for me to give them to him, so I did. He took them in his hands and started to blow hot air into them. They immediately began to thaw. I took his hands and blew on his. I even took off my shoes and gave them to him to put his feet in, just because they were warmer than the ones he left in the car and because they had a cushiony feeling to it. It took us fifteen minutes before we were finally all warmed up again.

"It's a monster out there isn't it?" He said, looking out my window. He had finally asked me out a month after Christmas dinner two years ago, around New Years time, and we've been together ever since. I had also been keeping in touch with all the other band members: Zayn, Liam and Louis, twenty-four-seven because of it. I also kept in touch with Eleanor, Danielle and Perrie. And then Harry, of course.

"It'll die down, just you wait." I touched his face with the back of my hand. "I've missed you so much."

He smiled at me. "I've missed you, too." And he leaned over and kissed me long and slow, and I hadn't realised I've been craving his touch until it had actually happened. Aside from the freezing cold, his lips were warm.

I pulled away and leaned back on my chair, while Niall took my hand and started to drive the car away from the university.

As I looked out the window, I wondered if my life could get any better than this.

And I had decided it wouldn't. Not ever.

Because this is the way I wanted it to be.

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