Misconstrued Emotions ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Five - Now

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Niall chuckled. 

"Well, that would explain Lou's little...attitude about the show then." 

I cocked an eyebrow at him, confused. 

"He seemed...very eager whenever you came on. It was interesting..but none of us really pieced it together. I mean....we had suspicions, but nothing was really...able to be proved." 

I felt my face flush up a little bit. 

"Well...it was just...I don't even know. I just really liked him Niall.." I admitted sheepishly.

Niall chuckled again. 

"Looking back on it now, and now that I actually sort of have a clue on what was going on; I think he really liked you too. It's nice to finally have a clue what was occuring. Even if it is two years later..But uh...how did you two stay in touch anyways? Because me and the boys; we were all with him. And we never saw him with you. Or heard him talking to you. Or anything of the sort. How the hell did you work it?"

I chuckled at little at the memories. 

"See. Me and Lou WEREN'T careful though. I have no idea how the hell you didn't catch us..." 

"Care to elaborate on that?" Niall asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

I sighed, settling my chin in my hands, my fingers just barely raking through my hair.  

"Have you ever really been in love with somebody?" I asked him, meeting his eyes.  

Niall sighed too.  

"To be quite honest, I've only had a couple of girlfriends, and the relationships weren't very....lengthy. I can't really say I've been in love with a girl, when I havent had the chance to truly know one to love one." he told me.  

I nodded, understanding his words. And I thought it was..quite amazing how deep his answer was.  

"I...I loved Louis. I LOVE Louis. I'm...still in love with him. I think. I just...dont know anymore. I..I thought that I meant something to him. And now...I..I just don't know what I am to him anymore..."  

I could feel tears threatening to spill over but I refused to let them fall. But a person can only be so strong.  

Niall reached over and wiped the few stray tears with him thumb, his skin warm against mine.  

"Do you want something to change into? I'm sure it'd be more comfortable than what you're wearing." he said, motioning towards my not-so-wisely chosen outfit. I nodded and stood up, he took my hand in his; and led me down the hallway, past closed doors, to what I assumed was his bedroom.  

"Here, these shouldn't be too big on you." he said, handing me a pair of black Jack Wills sweatpants and a long sleeved white shirt, which would undoubtedly not fit properly; but at this point I didn't care. I just wanted something comfier.  

"I'll be in the living room when you're done." he told me before shutting the bedroom door, giving me my privacy to change. 

I swapped my outfit quickly for Niall's clothes, and surprisingly, they weren't bad at all. And I immediately did feel 3182371829378 times more comfortable.  

"I'm baaaaaaack." I sang, flopping myself fown onto the couch next to him.  

He had been watching something on the telly, but as soon as I was situated on/next to him, he switched it off, turning his attention down to me.  

I was seated so my body was on the couch next to him, but my head was resting in his lap, turned in so that I was facing into his body, and up at him.  

"So, do you want to start telling me again then?" he asked me, gently running his hands through my hair, and I smiled a little bit at the comforting gesture.  

"Mmm alright." I told him, scrounging through the memories of Louis and I, thinking for a few moments before picking a good place to start; where things weren't...confusing.