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24. Storm doesn't lasts forever.

Caitlyn's POV.

It's been three days since the 'cut incident' and my wrists still hurts. Niall helped me to take the bandage off and clean my cuts, deep cuts who ruined my skin. Well, I don't blame anyone here but myself. This is my fault and I wanted it from the first place. I wanted this, to ease the pain. To forget the world thinks, for a moment.

Since the incident, I still haven't open my twitter account and Niall told me not to open it. I didn't argue, I just agree with him. I don't want him to be mad at me though.

Today was their break and we're now at the hotel. Alone, with Harry. The boys went out and Niall went to gasoline station and full tank his car, he told me we're going somewhere.

"Hindi ko alam k-kung paano at bakit pero iisang bagay lang ang alam ko, mahal na mahal kita." Harry finished as he looked at me and cheekily smiled. It's been decade since the last time I teach him.

"You got it." I laughed at him.

"Thank you so much for this. Anyway, I gotta go. I need to put this on my journal." He pinch my cheek and ran out of Niall and I's room.

"Ouch! I hate you, Styles!" I yelled and heard his and Louis' room door closed. "But I love youuuu!" He shout, their room was next to us, by the way.

"Shut up." I mumbled, I laid down on the bed and looked up the ceiling.

Harry's voice quickly occupied my brain, there's something behind those words. English is the universal language and everybody will understand him. But, why do he wanna translate that in my language anyway? Weird.

I heard my phone vibrated and I flipped over to grabbed it. Niall texted me,

In the parking lot, iloveyou .x

Is it weird that he didn't put any space between 'iloveyou'? Well, he told me that no space so that no one will come between us. He's such a sweety weird idiot sometimes.

I quickly got up and grabbed my cardigan. I went down the lobby and when I was about to open the glass door, a guy around my age, aprroached me.

Niall's POV.

Ten minutes passed since I texted Caity. Where the hell is she? Maybe she didn't notice my text? Brah, I need to pick her up then.

I hopped out of the car and I'm now making my way to the lobby. I stopped from walking as I saw her talking to a guy.

"I gotta go, my boyfriend is waiting for me. Thanks for asking though."

I quickly ran towards my car and hopped in like nothing happened.

"Sorry, I was kinda late." She said as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Where are we going anyway?" She looked at me and still, I didn't respond.

I started the engine and pulled out of the driveway still not saying any single word.

"What's wrong?" She lean closer to me and put her hand on my thigh.

"Nothing." I said, not looking at her. My eyes were just focusing on the road.

"You'll tell me or I will open this door and hop-" I cut her off by automatically locking the door.

I looked at her with a smirk as she rolled her eyes at me and cross her arms over her chest.

"You were talking to that guy earlier." I said, rolling my eyes. You can't take jealousy away from me.

"Niall, he was just a staff at the hotel and he asked me if he'll still deliver our food and what room are we in."

"That's all?"