pure (h.s.)

forty nine

I close the door behind me as Hope and I walk into the room. She sits on the bed while I pull up a chair.

This is awkward already.

"Okay, let me just cut to the chase, yeah? What are you doing here... with Louis?" I ask with a confused expression.

"I-I. Niall, It's-"

"What, Hope? Tell me," I say cutting her off.

"It's complicated," she says looking down at her feet. What could be so complicated about why she's here?

"How is it complicated? I don't understand." I get to my feet and start walking around. This would be way easier if Hope just told me what the hell was going on.

"I'm- I'm. Niall, please just-"

By this time, I'm getting furious. Why can't she just spit it out?

"Hope, now," I say sternly looking into green eyes. She seemed scared for a moment, so I guess the point came across. She motioned for me to sit on the best next to her, so I did. She made eye contact with me before looking back down at her feet.

"I'm not supposed to tell you," she said doing her best to not make eye contact with me. Now i'm more confused than ever.

"Not supposed to tell me what?" I asked bringing her chin up to face me. Maybe if she looked in my eyes, she wouldn't be able to not tell me.

"Do you understand what the words 'i'm not supposed to tell you' mean? I can't tell you, Niall. I'm sorry," She said. Her eyes looked glassy, but I didn't make a move to point it out.

Hope was my girlfriend. We met when I came to LA on a vacation. I bumped into her and spilt her coffee on her white shirt, so I offered to buy another shirt and coffee for her. She quickly obliged and we kind of hit it off from there. We dated for three years. There were constant trips to the UK and to LA because I couldn't be without her for so long. I really thought that she was the one for me. After I finished my courses in college, I was planning on moving to LA to be with her. Who knows, maybe I would have proposed and we would have been married right now. She was the one for me. I know she was. Until she fucked it all up.

She cheated on me. She hooked up with her best friend at a party. I don't know if she was drunk and I don't care. She cheated on me and that's all that matters. I haven't spoken to her again, until Louis brought her here. I'm not mad at either of them. I chose to move on and forgive her. I'm just confused. I want answers and no one seems to be giving any to me. I don't want to ask Louis because he's been acting so different lately and I think he would blow up in my face if I said anything wrong. Hope needs to tell me why she's here.

Or maybe she shouldn't because now I know that Madison is the one for me and nothing-I mean nothing-is going to break us apart.

And i'm afraid that if Hope tells me she's here for me, that something might change between Madison and me.

"Hope, you can tell me. Please tell me," I practically beg. I wanted her to tell me, but I didn't. My mind doesn't know what it wants, so I might as well know. I don't make any sense right now. My mind is a complete haze when i'm with Hope.

"Louis would- wait never mind." She quickly stopped what she was saying. What does Louis have to do with any of this?

"Finish that sentence or you are never leaving this room." My mind suddenly becomes clear and my confidence comes back.

She looks at me and starts to think. She better tell me the truth and not some made up shit. I'm already getting aggravated as it is.

"Hope! What were you ab-"

"Louis would kill me! There, you happy!" she says throwing her arms in the air. Once she was calmed down she said, "Louis would kill me if I told you, Niall."

"Why, Hope? Why would Louis kill you?" I asked. I take her hand in mine and immediately regret it. Something sparks between us, but I start to think back to Madison. I think about the fire that is between us when I intertwine our hands. The electricity when we kiss. Hope is nothing compared to Madison.

"I want to tell you, Niall. I just- I can't," she said looking down at our hands.

"I just want to know why my ex-girlfriend who cheated on me is now with my best mate. I want to know why Louis would even- just tell me, Hope. I deserve to know," I say with confidence behind my voice.

She huffs in agreement, "Fine. Louis- he, uh, likes Caly."

I was not expecting that.

"What? He likes Caly?" I ask in disbelief. Is that why he's been acting so weird lately?

"Yes."

I take my hand off of hers and stand up, "So why are you dating him?" This makes about as much sense as biology. No sense at all.

"Well because he wanted a distraction, I guess, for himself and everybody else. He didn't want people to know that he likes Caly, so he distracted everybody with me. He wanted his feelings for Caly to lessen, so he distracted himself with, well, me."

I took in what she was saying for a moment. I should have known. He hinted at it from the start. It's so obvious to me now.

"So what do you get out of this? I'm sure you aren't doing this because Louis's your friend," I say with suspicion in my voice. I was going to get to the bottom of this if it is the last thing I do.

"I- Louis is, uh, doing something for me." Now this is getting weird.

"Doing what for you?" By now I am sitting back on the bed looking into Hope's eyes. Her beautiful green eyes bring back so many memories, ones that I won't ever forget.

Madison my subconscious tells me.

"He is- Niall, I can't say it." She better say it or I might lose it.

"I deserve to know why you are here."

"You, Niall. You're the reason I'm here."

That's when I lost it.

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**nialls pov !!!! HWJSHWIAKSJAHA WHAT HOPE????

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