More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 33

Thalia's POV

"Tricia!" I call Tricia who is with Kevin and I along with Troy having a quick break here in Boracay. It's 1:18 in the morning, the four of us are heading back to our hotel room-we just booked one suite that is good for four-after we went out for some drinks and fun.

"What?"

"I'm going to tell you a secret."

"Are you drunk?" Tricia chuckles and I smell the aroma of all the alcoholic drinks she took in.

"No, of course." Confidently, I tell her. "Are you?"

"Not really." She replies and I quite believe her. "Guys, we'll be back." She tells Kevin and her brother.

Kevin looks at me and I know he's looking for an answer. "I will let her meet him." I tell my fiancé. Two months after Kevin and I are engaged, I told him about Niall and everything about us, excluding the kiss. Do I have to tell him about it, though? It's no big deal after all. I mean, not anymore. I feel a hint of pain mixed with upset in Kevin's eyes but I'm surprised that he unhesitant to let me go and meet Niall again.

"Who?" Tricia questions me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You'll see."

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The elevator door swings open on the 6th floor where Niall's room is located. What another coincident that we checked in at the same hotel. Tricia rolls her eyes in so much eager to know what will happen as we walk out of the elevator.

"Follow me." I tell her and she groans.

"I'm tired and sleepy! Why are we here?" Tricia leans onto my back, letting me carry half of her weight while I'm looking for Niall's room in the middle of this hallway. "Nakakainis ka na!" She whines in dialect.

I have been staying here in the Philippines for more than three years now. Coping up and even adjusting myself to their culture was such a struggle to me. Good thing, I met Tricia who helped me to adjust. She even taught me how to understand and speak their language until I became comfortable with it.

By the way, 'nakakainis ka na' most likely means that I'm already pissing her off.

"Why did you stop here?" She asks me as I stand against the door of Niall's room. Without any doubt, I knock on the door. "Who are you meeting?!"

The door slowly opens and a blonde head pops out of it. "Stop teasing! Get out of there!" I tell Niall with a laugh.

"Hi." Niall smiles and closes the door.

"What the fu-?!" Tricia looks like hyperventilating on my side. Her eyes are wide open, staring at Niall. And slowly, tears are forming around her orbs. "I can't breathe!" She gulps.

"Tricia, right?" Niall extends a hand at Tricia with a no-trace-of-crooked-teeth grin. I missed those crooked teeth, though.

"Yes." She replies in a question as if she's not sure if that's her name. With a satisfied smile, I push this nervous as hell Tricia towards Niall.

"Hug her!" I tell Niall without a sound.

"I know." Niall rolls his eyes at me and opens his arms for Tricia.

"Niall!" With a squeeze and a squeal and a lot of teardrops, Tricia hugs her most favorite person in the world, Niall Horan. He's my fave too, Trish!

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"Baby, what's wrong?" Kevin sits up beside me, cupping his hands on both sides of my face. He looks so worried and I can't answer his question right now. "Is it about Niall?"

"Maybe." I utter as I shake my head in complete shame and guilt and I swear I should not have said it. It's 5:30 in the morning and I'm leaning against the head of our bed, still wide awake.

"Are you confused?" He whispers.

"I love you." I tell him. I love him, it's true. But I love Niall, too.

"You're confused?"

"But I love you." I hold his hands tightly. "I really do."

"I know, I feel it." He replies and I nod though I wanted to hear him to say it back to me, too. "Tell me what worries you, I'll listen."

Kevin is one of a kind. He's smart, outgoing, naughty and nice. We've been together for a long while now and he did nothing but make me feel special and happy in any and every way he could possibly do. He spoils me with his time-even if it is a spare one; with his love-even if he is loved and admired by other girls; with his attention-even if I don't need it; and he spoils me with every food he cooks. And he made me forget about what I felt for Niall but now, he's the one who is recalling what I really feel for Niall.

"I love you but I feel different when I'm with you. Like I'm a totally new different person but in a good way." I cry and I try to cry quietly so that I would not wake up Troy and Tricia.

"Then?" He asks with teary eyes while he's rubbing my back.

"I feel totally myself, my old teenage self when I'm with him." I admit.

"I need some air." He stops rubbing my back and the other hand that was holding my other hand loosens.

"Are you mad? Please be mad at me." I look up at him as he stands up and make his way to the balcony. Please be mad at me! Please be mad at me!

"I'm not." He replies without looking back at me. "I guess I just have a big competition."

"No, Kevin." I whisper.

"I'll just have to think what to do to win the competition against that Niall."