Forget Me Not (Nouis)

10th Petal: The Ginger Bread (Haired, srry) Man!

All through out the ride, Harry had been holding my hand. I feel awkward and I siriusly want to take my hand away but I can't. Because somehow, somewhere about feeling so uncomfortable and wrong it also feels so right.

We arrived after 20 minutes to another hotel. There are also fans outside but not a lot like that crowd outside the hotel the lads are in.

"Fans?" I asked.

"Yeah. Probably Sheerios." He answered.

Sheerios? What Sheerios? Is that some kind of a name for chips or crackers?

I just furrowed my eyebrow and didn't tell Harry that I don't know what 'Sheerios' is. I shrugged and turned on the window again. We're about to go inside the parking area.

"Ni, do you have your shades with you?"

"Uh, no. I didn't know I'll be needing that when I go to your hotel."

He smiled and let go of my hand. He reached something on his side and ta-da! A pair of shades; one for him and one for me.

"Would you put this on please? We can't risk people knowing we're here. Sheerios and Directioners? It's a bad combination... For us celeberities I mean."

I just nodded at whatever he's saying. For the second time, he used an alien word. What's that again, Direct... Directors? Oh, whatever.

I put it on and we got outside of the car. We arrived immediately in the 5th floor, avoiding people we walked by.

Harry knocked on the door of a hotel suit three times before someone opened it. A man with ginger hair with green eyes faced us. He's looking at Harry first and he's smiling but once his gaze turned to me, shock replaced the smile.

"N-Niall? Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay!" He exclaimed and then he hugged me.

I'm confused. Who is this man? Do I know him? We sure seem pretty close, I can see the sincerity in him when he said he's glad I'm fine. Did I met him somewhere in the last three years I forgot? I can't remember him.

I just let him hug me, without hugging him back until Harry cleared his throat and the man moved away.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot you got an amnesia. You don't remember me, do you?" He asked.

Harry answered for me, seeing that I'm still a little shocked. "No, he doesn't Ed. Can we all come in please? We just sneaked here."

"Oh, right. Sorry, come in guys."

We entered his suit and wow, it's kinda big man. It has it's own living room.

We sat on the long couch and Ed, as Harry call him, walked towards the small fridge and got us some drinks. He gave us both a can of Coke (really, Coke) and sat down in front of us.

"How are you guys? I missed you!" He said.

Harry smiled, "We miss you too man. The lads were really excited when they heard you're in town. They wanna see you."

"You should've brought them with you."

"Uhm, maybe tomorrow. We have a different business with you. Me and Niall."

Ed looked at me like he's studying me. Is it possible for a stare to pierce through you? 'Cause I swear to god, his stare did. To me. I just looked away, awkward. I feel uncomfortable yet comfortable under his gaze. Was that too metamorphosis?

"Hey Niall. I'm Ed. Ed Sheeran. Glad to meet you. Again." He stretched his hand in front of me and I took it.

"H-hey Ed. I'm uh, Niall. Niall Horan. Same here." We shook hands.