Revealed

Blinded

Louis' POV:

Niall stayed still, star struck at the statement Harry had just spoken. But there was a tint of happiness in his eyes. I knew his tiny little secret, but that didn't effective me much like how effective it was when Harry told me he was going out with my sister. Liam's words were stuttered, "So um... How are we going to break the news down for Mackenzie?" He gulped with a worried face. Niall's hand jolted up high, "I'll tell her!" Before he step foot out of the room, Zayn stop him. "Let's just tell her tomorrow morning. Let her hang out with the girls and have the best time of her life." his eyebrows creased to a worried look but his voice was pleading. Niall looked down, disappointment crept onto his face.

*Nighttime

   I wasn't able to let go of what Harry said. It's just outrageous. He said he loved her, a lot. He brags about how amazing his relationship is with her, how he's going to propose to her, the name of their children's. I felt that their love was passionate, I saw the sparks between them. I don't like to intrude their relationship but if Mackenzie gets hurt, I will intrude. I sat on my bed, staring hard at the ground. I think... it's best if Mackenzie gets to talk to him one more time. I carelessly took my phone out, and typed away. 

To: Hazza - At least say talk to Mackenzie about this.

In less than a minute, my phone lit up with a new message from Harry.

From: Hazza - what time and where?

To: Hazza - 7, on the Eiffel Tower.

  With that, no answer came back from Harry. I walked slowly over to Mackenzie's room to see her on her phone. I carefully walked over to her, crouching down so she won't see me..."Boo!" I exclaimed. She let out a loud scream her face was horrified. I fell on the floor, laughing. I wasn't able to breath; her reaction was just too funny. "Louis! Ugh jerk." After 5 minutes of laughing endlessly, I was able to talk again without letting out a small laugh. "Mackenzie...want to go to the Eiffel Tower with me tomorrow? Just me and you." She grinned, showing all of her pearly white teeth. "Okay!" her voice was delighted by the thought of it.

  "Louis, why must we go so early?" she was still drowsy; she was swaying back and forth. I grabbed her hand and quickly walk fast to the top of the Eiffel Tower. "It's a... surprise." Paris was a very pretty place to view on the top of the Eiffel Tower, I want to propose Eleanor here one day. "I'll um… be right back."

Mackenzie's POV:

   I stood there, taking in the magnificent view of Paris and the sun slowly rising up to reveal the entire city. I heard someone cough; I turned around to my left and saw him. The one who I thought I truly loved. "Harry, uhm…" my sentence was cut off by Harry's raspy voice. "I don't want to see you again. I only came here for a favor. What we used to have, we don't have it any more. The past is history and what's done is done. I think... it's best if you don't talk or see me again. Forget about me, I'll be sure to forget about you. I'll wash away our memories." Anger was boiling up inside of me, tears started rolling down over my puffy lips but this isn't a just sad, bitter tear. They were anger tears. "Really Harry? Are you fucking serious? We've been through so much and now you're just going to throw things away like that? Pathetic. Our sweet memories, you're just going to throw that away like it was no big deal? Those kisses, those hugs, the promise we once vowed?! I should have known. You steal a girl's heart, treat her like a princess, and then break her heart? Grow some balls and learn to be a gentleman Harry. I guess you're right. I shouldn't see you or talk to you again. Because you know, the promise ring we once worn means nothing. Have a nice life Harry." I ran off, rubbing the tears off that were continuously rolling down my red cheeks. The event was replaying in my head, over and over again. Causing my heart to be stabbed constantly. I found a lonely bench, curled up, and cried even harder. "Hello. Why is a beautiful lady like you, curled up into a ball and crying her eyes off?" I looked up to see someone with a mask but that accent was recognizable. I got up to a sitting position, still looking at my hand.  "Hey Niall... I'm not even close to being beautiful." I muttered, my voice hardly audible. "Fine ugly lady. Care to go on a date with me?" Niall teased, nudging my elbow. His eyes are absolutely gorgeous and that pearly smile. It was blinding. Maybe. Just maybe, Niall was the one for me.