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Nikki looked around searching for that familiar face. Every time she went to one of these boring Ministry dinner things, he was always here to make things more enjoyable. She knew she was wrong, she dated guys why couldn't he do the same with girls? It's not like they were dating. There he was. She spotted him. He was laughing with Harry.

"Hey sweetheart" said a voice behind her.

Nikki turned around to see Sirius. "Hey daddy"

"Are you okay? You haven't seamed like yourself lately"

"I'm just a little confused, that's all" she said with a far off look in her eyes.

Sirius stared at her trying to read her and analyzing his words. "I know that nothing will ever happen between you and Harry"

Nikki looked at him. He didn't seam mad, and she was happy that he had finally admitted that.

"And, well, Napoleon is a good guy"

"Yeah he is" He kissed her on the forehead and left to go see some important people. She watched as he walked away. He was a great dad.

"Hey there" came a voice behind her. She turned around to see Napoleon.

"Hey" she said quietly.

"How are you?" he asked.

She stared at the floor, she missed not having him to talk to. "I'm sorry"

"Me too"

"You didn't do anything, it was me I was.. just-"

"Don't worry about it, lets get some food"

"Okay"

"So when's the wedding?" Napoleon asked.

"I told him no" Nikki told him.

Napoleon was shocked, "Wow, that was a very big ring I figured you'd say yes"

Nikki gave Napoleon a deathly glare. "I don't care about the ring, Preston just wasn't the right guy."

"Alright"

Napoleon only saw Nikki a few times in the last few weeks, he had been trying to avoid her. But when they were together, things weren't the way they used to be. They were friends but not like before. Nikki was ready to forgive and forget, but Napoleon didn't think that possible. He was tired of being there for her and getting nothing in return, he knew he would have to get over her, but he just didn't see the point in spending so much time with her. When he was with her he wanted her to be his, so if he stopped hanging around with her then he wouldn't have to worry about falling in love with her. And Napoleon figured he'd have to explain this to her.

"Nikki, I've been thinking and I think that we should take a break, as friends" jeez Napoleon thought, it sounds like we're a couple breaking up.

This didn't shock Nikki. She had realized that he way a bit restricted since their fight a month ago. He was always a bit snappy and never happy, but she figured he was still mad and would soon get over it. But if that's what he wanted then...

"Okay, I understand" Nikki paid her bill and left the table. Napoleon looked at her retreating back, he was used to this sight of her. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness pull at his heart. Maybe tonight he would be able to breath or sleep for a while, maybe he wouldn't dream of her tonight.

She knocked again, louder. She heard him stumbling towards the door, then it was yanked open. Napoleon stood there bare-chested, his hair sticking up in all directions, his eyes still mostly shut. "Nikki?" he mumbled.

She hesitated "I can't sleep. I need to talk"

He exhaled, flapping his lips, and sagged against the door jamb. "What?...now?"

"Yeah"

"It's 2 in the morning I'm sure this can wait" he said while shutting the door, Nikki put his arm out and stopped him. A little more alertness came into his eyes.

"Please"

"You came all the way here to talk?"

"Please"

"Come in" he said stepping aside as she paced in. After he shut the door and faced her, she was pacing back and forth.

"Plan on wearing down my rug?"

She stopped pacing and looked at him. After a moment of her staring into his eyes and he doing the same, not knowing what was worrying her, she said "I'm in love"

Napoleon sagged his head. They were on semi-friend terms and that's not what he wanted to hear. He was still in love with her and he wanted to hear that she was deeply passionately in love with him, not that she was in love probably with that fella with all the money. He tried to clear his face of emotion, to pretend that her words didn't effect him. "Yeah?" was his response. He knew she wanted to vent her feeling of 'love' to him, he was her best friend.

"Yeah" she said confidently. "He's amazing" she started pacing again more talking to her self in this realization. Napoleon just looked on as she poured her heart out to him, all the while it was piercing him like a thousand stabbing knives."He's got this way about him and every time I'm around him I'm happy and I have this infinite joy. When I'm not with him I'm thinking of him, I'll be out with other guys and the entire time I'm wishing it was him. When other guys kiss me or hug me, sometimes I pretend its him hugging and kissing me. He's the first thing I think of when I wake and the last before I sleep. When there is 100 other people in the room, he makes me feel like I'm the only one. He looks at me as though I'm the only person he can see."

At this point she had tears in her eyes as she poured out her feelings, Napoleon felt like he himself would cry, she had no idea how much he wished this guy was him. "Even on my worst days, when I have no makeup on and I'm sick, my nose is red and my eyes puffy, he could still look at me and smile and tell me I'm beautiful. When I'm with him I feel safe and like nobody could hurt me." She stifled a laugh through her tears, "And he's so funny, he always knows how to make me laugh even on my worst days, he always makes me feel better." she paused and sighed. "And his face, he's got an amazing face"

Napoleon couldn't take it anymore, he didn't want to hear about some other guys perfections; everything he is not. "Enough!"

Nikki got closer to him and looked into his eyes. "The most amazing face" she repeated "His smile always lights up the room, and his eyes" she stifled her sigh, still staring into his eyes, holding his hands in hers and their faces about 6 inches apart. her voice just above a whisper "His eyes, you could get lost in them, their so full of-"

"Nikki! That's enough! I don't want to hear this! I don't want to hear that your in love with..with..who that money infested git?-"

"No"

"With who?" he yelled back stepping away a little.

"With you" she whispered. All anger inside Napoleon washed away. He stared into her eyes pleading with her that this was no joke.

"I love you Napoleon" She repeated a bit louder, staring at him. "I've loved you since the day I met you, I tried to convince myself that I just wanted to be friends, I dated all these guys to see if I'd fall for one of them, but none of them were you, none of them could make me feel the way you made me feel. All this time I was searching for my soul mate when he's been right in front of me." During her speech Napoleon just stared at her, loving the words coming out of her mouth. To her, the expression on his face was unreadable, "Please say something" she cried, At this point Napoleon grabbed her and kissed her passionately. When they broke apart he rested his forehead on hers, "It took you long enough" he said sarcastically. She smiled at him and they shared another kiss.

Alright I know it was a bit rushed, but I had other plans for this story I just never got around to fixing it. But maybe I'll redo it this summer. Thanks...leave a comment...