four
"I left your side the way you like it." Niall mumbled, leading me back into our hotel room. Everything was exactly the way I left it, even the clothes on the floor hadn't moved.
"Left it the way I like it or you just didn't clean?" I retorted. He cracked a smile and wiggled his hand side to side as if saying 'both'. I rolled my eyes at him and tossed my hospital bag onto the bed and began unpacking.
He rushed over to my side, pushing me away from the duffle bag. "Don't worry about this, I'll do it for you."
"By all means." I spoke eagerly, loving getting out of tedious tasks like unpacking. I plopped myself onto the bed, watching Niall as he walked about the room, placing my belongings in different drawers and closets.
"You are whipped, boy." Harry chuckled, entering the room and taking a seat next to me.
"I am not whipped, I just believe Scar shouldn't have to lift a finger." Niall countered.
"I second that!" I added. Niall stuck his tongue out at me causing me to giggle. Harry watched us interact with a smile adorning his face.
"Don't you just love love?" Harry chirped, clapping his hands together sarcastically. He then proceeded to gag and exit the room.
"What love?" I muttered to myself, suddenly feeling upset again. I skulked out the door behind Harry and into the living room where Louis and Liam were lounging. Louis' eyes escaped the TV for a second to spot me. His arms opened, inviting me into them and I complied. His arms were my happy place when Niall's couldn't be.
"What's wrong darling?" he whispered, trying not to distract Liam from whatever show he was so intently watching.
"Everything but it's nothing." I sighed.
"It's not nothing and it will never be nothing. Your feelings are important and should be conveyed freely." he spoke. "Where's Niall?"
"In our room, unpacking my bag. I can't be around him, it just makes me depressed." I told Lou. He nodded in understanding.
"I think you two need to sit down and have a serious talk." Liam joined in from the other couch.
"He's right." Louis agreed. I groaned and stood up.
"I guess now is as good as ever." I left the two men and went back to my room where Niall was now laying sprawled out on the bed. "All done?"
"Yes ma'am." he patted the spot next to him. "Cuddle?"
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I snapped, absolutely appalled by his actions. His face fell and he sat up, swinging his legs off the bed. He ran a hand through his unwashed hair and sighed loudly.
"We need to talk." he uttered.
"Exactly what I came in here to do." I replied. "Let's cut to the chase."
"Alright, be blunt." he nodded.
"I told you I loved you and you didn't acknowledge it." I blurted. "I laid it all out on the table and you pretended nothing was said. I just tried to kill myself and you're acting as if it never happened!"
"I hired Tori to be my fake girlfriend to make you jealous because I was jealous of Ed."
"YOU WHAT?!"
