Still The One

Fifteen

That night went pretty uncomfortably. Liam, Zayn and Elise told us about how the gig went. ‘It was pretty boring. I couldn’t even hear them singing for the screams of the girls.’ Elise had said. Then we had our dinner silently and went to sleep. It was pretty silent though it was the last night they were staying with us. Nevertheless, Liam had promised that he would mail Paul asking him if they could stay there for the rest of the visit. He did. He was now waiting for a reply.

In the morning, I was the first to wake up. Or I thought so. I saw that Louis was in the living room, drinking coffee. When he saw me, he went away. I sighed. This wasn’t my fault. I am innocent in this piece of drama. I went to our porch, which was adjacent to the living room. I stared with a vacant look at the sky. I sighed again.

 It was about two hours before the others woke up. ‘Hey,’ Liam said when he saw me. ‘Hey,’ I replied. ‘Paul replied yes.’ Liam said with a smile. I gave a false smile to him. Apparently, he understood it, as he said, ‘Look, Samantha Taylor, if you really like both of them, then chose whoever you loved last. If you really thought that you like Niall more, then you wouldn’t have fallen for Louis in the first place.’ ‘You are a genius, you know that?’ I told him. He laughed lightly. ‘Well, let’s have breakfast, shall we?’ He said. We went to the dining room. All the others were there. I smiled at Elise. She nodded. Then we had our breakfast.

Can’t choose…. Niall or Louis?

hmm... will she listen to liammmm?