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10. Moved on?

Caitlyn's POV.

The paps are so sick! I'm Niall's girlfriend? I wish. I looked at my watch, it's 9:21 in the evening. Time flies, too fast. We're in the hotel now. Paul booked our hotel room and... yeah. Same old shit. Niall and I shares the same room.

Zayn and Liam dragged their stuff and went directly to their room, they're knackered.

"Goodnight sissy, see ya tomorrow." El hugged me.

"Night sissy." I replied and broke the hug. Louis and El went to their room that leaves me, Harry and Niall in the hallway. Niall excuse himself as he dragged our stuff to our room.

I looked at Harry, "So, you're staying at?" I asked Harry. It will be awkward when he'll stay at Lou and El's room. I mean they need some time to cuddle? Talk? They have a long distance relationship. I know they miss each other and they need some time to be alone.

"I don't know. Liam and Zayn are already asleep.." He said. "and Louis and Eleanor are.. you know. Doing something..." He whispered.

"Harry!" I spat his arm.

"Sorry, sorry." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

"So, can I sleep with you tonight?" He smiled. My eyes widened. Ohmy. This guy is such a pervert.

"What the fuck, Sty-"

"What the? No, no, no! That's not what i meant! I mean, can I sleep with you and Niall tonight? At your room?" He protest.

"Sure." I chuckled.

We entered the room and Harry put his stuff down beside the couch, he excuse himself and went to the bathroom. I sat on the bed and I saw Niall standing at the balcony. What is he doing there? Is he okay? What is he thinking? Maybe the world knows.

Niall's POV.

I heard them laughing. Jealousy, why the fuck won't you leave me? I became more sensitive when it comes to relationship. I don't know why but maybe Barbara was the reason? I still have my trauma about what that shit happened. She lied and broke me. I still can't get over it.

I met her here in England because she's doing a damn photoshoot. The first time I saw her, my heart skips a beat. The way she pose, her beautiful brown hair falls perfectly. The color of her eyes, like mine, looks like the color of the ocean after the storm. The way she smile, it really kills me. I came to her and introduce myself, her voice is like an angel. I got her number and we always hang - out. Golfing, Secretly shopping, Clubs, X-Factor.. until I felt something and I confess my love for her. I didn't know that she was broken at that time and I gave her a little time to think. And she finally said yes..

Months, months, months.. she became more busy. She didn't even call or text me. We only meet twice a week and whenever I'm with her, she's always holding her phone. I don't know why. She became weird. Until one day.. she broke me. She left me. All of the i miss you, i trust you and i love you's were just part of her game. She played it really well but I'm over it. I'm over her. I finally moved on. I will just focus on my career. All the girls are the same, all they want from you is money and fame.. and this is why I became sensitive. I don't know but I'm not lucky when it comes to love.

Demi Lovato, rejected me. Barbara Palvin, broke me. Caity? Caity? Maybe she's not that kind of girl.. But I will never let myself fall for her. Maybe she's just like Barbara? Maybe she'll let me fall for her and after she get what she wants, she'll break and leave me too. But my feelings is too fucking bipolar, whenever I see her with another guy, jealousy hits me. I only like her, nothing more. I'm now scared to love, again. See? I'm too sensitive and I overthink.