Louis’ POV
“N-nicole?” I managed to stutter out. I couldn’t believe this, the lads told me to go to Ed’s because he “Had something important to tell me.” Why the hell did I fall for that? I should’ve known what they were really doing. I’m an idiot. She looked just as shocked as I was. She just stood there in front of me; scanning me up and down, with a deer in headlights look on her face. She stayed silent. It looked as if she was about to say something but Niall interrupted before she got the chance.
“Shit. Lou, I thought you already left to go to Ed’s?”
“Seriously Niall? This is why you all wanted me to go to Ed’s?” I asked; the anger overpowering my tone. I don’t know who to be more mad at; the lads, or me for believing them.
“Louis, don’t be mad with the boys…I sort of requested that you not be here when I came…” Nicole chimed in meekly. I should’ve guessed that too. When did I get so dumb? I had a feeling the only reason she requested that, is because she hates me now.
“But why? Do you seriously hate me that much?” I asked, disparity drowning me. After all we’ve been through, I don’t blame her for hating me.
“No.” she stated simply, as if it should’ve been obvious to me.
“What?” I asked in utter confusion. She doesn’t hate me?
“No. I don’t hate you at all.” she informed me, only causing my confusion to grow.
“Then why didn’t you want me to be here?”
“Because…” she paused. She looked, I don’t, almost embarrassed?
“Because why?”
“Because Lou, I thought you hate me. I thought if I showed up here and you saw me, you wouldn’t take a second look…like you moved on too fast to even remember me.” she finally answered, leaving me shocked. Maybe this is it, maybe this is our second chance. I’m not letting her slip away again. I need to talk to her alone.
Nicole’s POV
“Nicole, can we please talk alone. Like now?” he asked, but it came off more as a demand. I didn’t know what this talk would turn into…but I needed answers for our unresolved problems. I needed closure.
“Yes.” I responded, and he took my hand in his, leading me down the front steps past a nervous/shocked looking Niall. I slipped my hand out of his when we reached the bottom of the stairs. I would only fall right back into his trance if I let him to that any longer. We slowly approached the other boys, hoping to make it past them without any comments or questions. But that didn’t work out quite well…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Louis I thought you were going to Ed’s?” Harry asked in confusion. The other boys mirrored his reaction, yearning for answers.
“Nicole and I need to talk privately. I promise I’ll give her back to you, and leave you all alone after.” he stated, no emotion whatsoever in his voice. Louis started walking down the street, and I was about to follow him, but someone pulled me back by the arm.
“Nicole, are you positive you want to talk to him?” Harry asked, letting up his grip on my arm.
“I need to Haz. I promise I’ll be back in a bit.” I informed him before catching up to Lou. We walked in complete silence until we reached an empty park. It was dark out now, so no kids were there, only us. We both took a seat on the swings, and stayed silent for a few moments longer. How do we even go about discussing this?
“Nicole what happened to us? We can’t even have a civil conversation anymore?” he finally cracked the silence, leaving me to analyze his question. Or, in my case, overanalyze it. So much happened between us so fast…and now I just don’t even know what we are; who we are. I tried my best to organize the thing I used to call my mind. Now it was more like a jumbled mess.
“Louis…everything happened to us. When I left…I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you as bad as I did. Honestly it killed me too. I just I needed my space. I still don’t know if I’ve had enough space. And you were just getting way too out of hand. I was beginning to feel more like your mother than your girlfriend.” I informed him, sounding a little too harsh. He deserved to know why I left. He looked down at his feet, kicking a pile of dirt around, slowly swaying back and forth in his swing.
“I swear I didn’t mean to get that fucked up. It’s just I didn’t know how excited I was about the baby until she was gone. I honestly didn’t mean anything I said to you when we fought. I wasn’t myself. I’m still not myself.” he stated, sounding defeated. Sounding crushed. Did I really do all of this to him? Did I change my best friend so much that he’s not even happy with himself anymore? What kind of monster am I…
“I’m sorry. I’m truly, truly sorry.” I confessed, tears were starting to well up, but I wasn’t going to allow them to fall. These past two months away from him have made me stronger and weaker at the same time. I missed him, I still miss him; the old him. And…I still love him.
“Love, don’t apologize, I was at the wrong in this whole mess. I screwed up every extra chance you gave me and I hurt you. I ruined our relationship and our friendship. I’m sorry. I cannot stress that enough.” he informed me his voice becoming a bit shaky. Well, shit. If he cries I’m going to cry.
“Can we both be sorry and both except each other’s apologies? I miss you…” he admitted a tear starting its way down his cheek, he quickly wiped it away just as fast as it came.
“Lou, I want so badly for us to be okay and be together like nothing ever happened…but I, I just don’t know. We can’t push something this big under the rug and act like we’re some perfect couple living a perfect life, who haven’t lost a child.” I stated. What am I really suppose to do in this situation? Run back into his arms and tell him I’ll never leave him again?
“Why can’t we?! Why can’t we just start over! If it’s what you truly want, if you truly love me then just come back. Stay with me.” he shouted.
“Stay with you? Look at us, we’re already fighting!” I yelled back. Why can’t we go one conversation without ending it with screaming.
“Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.”I cannot even believe he just said that.
“The Notebook Lou, really? You’re quoting the notebook to me in the middle of an argument? What is it with you and copying scenes from movies? First you copy a scene from The Vow when you asked me to move in, and now you’re quoting me lines from the notebook? I don’t know whether I want to kiss you or slap you!” I shouted in pure frustration. Quoting freaking movies to me? Did he think it was going to make me forgive him right then and there? The notebook. Unbelievable.
“What? Now you’re not even going to answer me? Ya know what Louis William Tomlinson I’m done wit-” I was cut off by his lips smashing against my own. He held my tightly to him, as if he didn’t want me to run away again. Okay…that sort of made me want to put everything behind us. I missed this so so much. This kiss was full of emotion; love, hate, anger, disparity, passion. It seriously was like a kiss you see in the movies. But was I really ready to be back with him?
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A/N: Hello lovebugs! Well this is sort of what you wanted! Atleast they’re talking again…and snogging! But will they get their happy ending? Life can’t always be a movie! :P. And that’s exactly why I left you with a cliff hanger! :D. Pwwwweeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeeee comment/vote/fan! PWEASE PWEASE PWEASE PWEASE PWEASE?! PRETTY PLEASE WITH NIALL ON TOP, COMMENT & VOTE! Please&Fank you :). Love you guys to bits! xx
