Forgotten

Chapter 3

Today was the day. The day One Direction was checking into the hotel, the St. Regis. I was nervous, I wanted to march in there and scream in his face. But I wasn't going to do that. I was going to be calm, cool, and collected. I was just gonna walk in while they are checking in and say something witty. Yeah, that sounded good.
        "All set. I'll see you in like...an hour? Seems reasonable. Laters baby" I saluted her.
        "You know I hate that book. See you!" She returned the salute and continued painting her nails. 
I was ready. my  outfit was perfect. I looked sophisticated and, well, old. I wanted him to see how much I've grown. My plan was perfect, except for the fact that security was a problem. Luckily, my friend Jonathan was a doorman for the St. Regis. So getting in was easy breezy. I scurried down the stairs and out to the New York City sidewalks. Taxis flew by and buisness men chattered away on their cellphones. I saw 4 big black SUV's parked outside the magnificent hotel. The sign that the boys had arrived. I noticed Jon hopping out of the booth that they hung out in. He waved and motioned for me to go in. I walked through the revolving door into the lobby. the entire front desk was gold, and the floor was marble. Old King Cole's portrait hung on the wall. I walked forward a couple steps and almost choked on my own oxygen. There he was, my brother. Laughing at something the curly haired one said. His braces were off, so much had changed. He was skinny, way too skinny, and was tall. "Paul" the manager was checking in. I stepped out in the open and cleared my throat. Everything went silent and all eyes were on me. Immediatly i regret everything. I didn't even rehearse what i was going to say.
        "Um, hello. i'm not a fan trust me. that the last point on my to-do list. I'm here to see my brother." nailed it. the four bandmates turned their gaze to him, in unison. He stared at me with blank eyes, then slowly shook his head. I was slightly crushed. He didn't remember...not even after seeing me in person.
        "It's me, Ni. Think really hard. Does the word 'sister' ring a bell?" I scoffed. I was sassy, and it made me feel more confident. His furrowed brow softened and his lips parted. I almost smiled, but just changed it to a smirk. Was he remembering? 
        "I'm sorry, but I don't know you." No. He never was the smartest cookie in the jar. I took a couple steps forward and unzipped my bag rather harshly. I rummaged through and pulled out a picture. A picture of the two of us when we were small. I held it up with two fingers, the laughing children facing him. The guy's jaws all dropped. Niall covered his mouth. I could hear him mutter the words "Oh fuck"
        "Yep. Remember me now, bud? Try to remember my name." I frowned, i could feel a lump growing in my throat. The intensity in the room was growing and becoming more and more suffocating. The bodygaurds were slowly inching their way towards me at this point. He mumbled an inaudible word. it sounded like "Bummleticks".
        "Huh? What was that? Speak a little louder, Niall. No one can hear you." I almost yelled, tears brimming in my eyes. Things were starting to go blurry. I blinked a couple times, trying to conceal the salty tears but one escaped. The whole scene was extremely awkward and not what I hoped for at all.
        "Beatrice..." He said a little louder. I heard the concierge let out a tiny gasp. I nodded my head, lips trembling. He took a step forward and I took one back. I didn't want that bastard touching me. Another tear escaped. The guys were all whispering to eachother. I heard the words "He has a sister?" in there somewhere. He never told them about me?
        "Oh my God, Beatrice." He rubbed the back of his neck, showing no sign of actual emotion. I nonchalantly wiped the tears from my cheeks and put a hand on my hip. 
        "Yeah, It's me. You never mentioned me to anyone? You tell them about Greg but not your little sister?" I was disgusted. I heard the band member with a tattoo of 4 arrows whisper "Little? Good God..." and i glared at him, causing him to look away.
        "I-I don't know. Um, How's mum and dad?" He asked, showing a small, genuine smile. He really didn't know...
        "Ni, um, they passed months ago." My voice was softer. He was shocked for a second, then his gaze traveled to the floor. I could see him mouthing "No" over and over.
        "No. That's not possible. You're lying." He whispered. He was always a mama's boy. He loved her more than life. Did no one really inform him his parents were dead? I stepped closer as he sat down on a chair.
        "Dad had a stroke in the middle of the night. Mum just found him lying there, paralyzed. He, um, passed a couple days later in the hospital." My voice was stern. I crouched down in front of him. It was awkward considering everyone and their dog was staring at us, but I didn't care. I carried on.
        "Mum was diagnosed with Stage 4 Breast Cancer in January. It was too late for treatment, she only lasted six months. She wrote you a letter, it's in my bedside drawer at home." He put his face in his hands. Arrow Boy started rubbing his back. I stood up and adjusted my purse on my arm. I heard the concierge sniff a couple times. This was going better than I planned.
        "Niall i'm going to ask you one more question," He looked up with red eyes, "How is it possible you forgot me?"