Remember Me //[Sequel to Promise Me] Completed [✔️]

Healing

Tegan's P.O.V

Chicago, IL

August 2015

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I was allowed to leave the hospital on one condition: I would tell Zayn about Boston. I would only tell Zayn about Boston on one condition: the rest of the boys would be there. If I was going to come clean, it would be once and for all. I couldn't have this conversation four more times, the math includes Zayn, minus Niall.

When Zayn agreed to this condition, he didn't realize they would be touring to Toronto and we would need to wait for them to go to back to the U.S. We sat back stage at the concert, but it isn't exciting.

I barely smile when I see Adelaide and the Fitzroy's, I am too anxious about the upcoming conversation. 

After the show, back at their hotel room the atmosphere is tense. I am not sure if they know why we are here, I can't tell if Zayn told them everything. My time starts to tick as they begin their shower roulette and I wait, brainstorming what to say.

Louis finishes showering first. Zayn is out on the patio talking on the phone with his mum. Louis sits beside me on the sofa. The telly is playing reruns of a '90s sitcom. We sit next to each other, not speaking, but laughing together at the show.

"Don't ever do anything like that again." Louis voice cracks.

I turn my head, he is still facing the television.

"What?" I say.

He looks at me, his face covered in tears. I reach over and wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. He sobs in my arms, and I just hug him. Eventually, he stops crying and we return to watching the television in silence.

It's nearly midnight when the conversation is ready to begin. When I enter the room, they are all situated Zayn sits at the small dining table and Harry sits across from him. Liam sits in a cushioned chair. Louis sits on a counter top while Niall stands leaning against it.   

All the other lads looked confused. I stare at my feet. I didn't want to tell them. 

"Come on," Niall put a hand on my back, but I flinched away.

I started to cry, refusing to look up at them.

"Why is she crying?" Harry panics.

"You've got to tell us what happened, T." Niall said, softly.

"It's just so hard, Niall." I whisper. "Please tell me you understand."

"What is bloody going on?" Liam sounds flustered.

I walked toward the table. They left one chair for me. I sit down, pull my knees toward my chest and bury my face in them. I just cried into my knees. I knew they were watching, but I didn't really care anymore. They've seen me this way so many times.

"Just let her cry." I heard Niall's voice tell the others.

The tears just wouldn't stop coming. I was scared and embarrassed to tell them. I felt weak, and pathetic to say something like that happened to me. The tears finally stopped, and I sniffled a couple times. I lifted my head up, my forearms still on my knees. All their eyes were on me.