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

Eat Fresh

Tegan's P.O.V
July 2015

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Zayn and I weren't in any hurry to leave the boys. It was a secret little reunion. Also Zayn had major jet lag, so he needed some rest.

I was sitting in bed when Niall came in the room. He insisted on sharing a bed with Harry, so I would stop sleeping on the couch. I felt bad for having him move from his bed, but I just wanted to be alone.

"Will you come to our concert tonight?" Niall begged, pouting out his bottom lip.

"Really?" My eyes widened, and a grin appeared on my face.

"Yeah! Just like good ole times!"

"Of course! What time is it?" I asked, patting the bed down for my phone. "Where's my phone?"

"It's right here." Niall laughed. I turned around, and Niall was holding it.

"Thank you!" I snatched it from him.

"Want to do something fun?" Niall asked.

"I just woke up." I groaned. Niall was being way too energetic.

"Let's go shopping! You have absolutely no clothes with you." Niall pointed out.

"Okay, fine. Liam said my other clothes were clean?" I questioned. Niall nodded.

I got dressed in my shorts and shirt. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, and brushed my teeth.

"Here's your converse back." Niall scratched the back of his neck, holding out the white converse.

"You got the pizza stain out?" I asked, impressed.

"Penny got the pizza stain out." Niall corrected me.

"What would you guys do without her?" I asked him.

"I have no idea. She's great! Adelaide was good at that stuff, too." Niall said, quietly.

Adelaide. I wished she was here now. I could really use one of her hugs and sisterly conversations. Someone who isn't bias in any sense.

Well, I mean, back in Paris her and Niall seemed keen, but has never been one to come with them on tour. I don't know why she didn't like to. She would come to a couple concerts here and there.

She was living in London now. Maybe I should've visited her when I found the file.

"Have you been talking to her?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nods.

"How long?"

"Here and there."

I don't say anything.

"Are you upset?" He asks.

"What? No!" I answer honestly. "I just don't know what to say, are you friends or?"

"Friends." He answers. "I'm on tour nine months a year, it's hard to keep our relationship going."

I slipped on a pair of his socks and my converse.