Forgive and Forget

Prolouge

Prolouge

        I wake up to light kisses being placed all over my face. I sit up and give the beautiful blonde boy a big morning breath filled kiss. Ew. I kind of regret that, but whatever. I look around the white room being showered with the morning Ireland sun. I take a glance at the boy lying down next to me on the bed.

           “Good morning beautiful” he cheekily grins at me.

        Before I can respond to him, I remember the events of the night prior. The arguments, the yelling, the cheating, and the horrid words being said to one another in while he was in his drunken state. A giant wave of anger and hurt washes over me. Before I can even respond to his daily good morning coo, I get a splitting headache and groan in pain before I shoot out of bed.

        I run into the bathroom, my head hurts so much! You know that kind of headache you get where it feels like you have another heart pounding in your head? Yea I have that times ten! I took Advil in hopes that it would make this torturous head pain wash away. Clearly it’s not going to work. I can’t think of anything better to do then to ball myself in a corner and cry. So that is exactly what I do. Then everything just went black.

        My eyes slightly open with a little extra force to find myself balled up in the corner of a bathroom. Is it my bathroom? I think it’s mine. I mean why would I be in anyone else’s? I haven’t left my house… Not that I can remember anyway. I just sit in my corner, and look down at my exposed body, and I notice something that I never thought I would see on my own body.

        A tattoo? No, scratch that. Three tattoos! When did I get these? Why don’t I remember getting these permanent marks down my, what used to be bare skin? What the hell is happening to me! I can’t breathe and I feel like the world is closing in on me, and then I hear my door open and an unfamiliar face walks into the room. Who the hell is this? I see the mystery man’s deep sapphire eyes make their way to my own, and I notice that his eyes are rimed with tears threating to spill over them.

        “Who are you and why are you in my house!” I yell at the stranger.

        “No! N…no baby please not again” What the hell does he mean not again, and why is he calling me baby?

        “What do you mean not again? You know what I don’t care! Just get out of my house you creep!” I start bawling with frustration towards the man.

        I don’t know what is happening. My head is spinning and there is a random tall ass, feathery blonde haired, blue eyed man approaching me in my own bathroom! He walks towards me and tries to grab my wrist. I jerk my arm away from him and glare.

        “Who the hell do you think you are? Get out before I call the police!” I scream at the bawling boy in front of me.

        I realize now that I probably do not seem very intimidating considering the fact that I am balled up on the floor in tears, but somehow the amount of fear on the boy’s face resembles what I would expect to see if someone was being held at gunpoint. I don’t understand why he is so afraid of me I mean he definitely towers over me and could probably kick my ass in a heartbeat, so I’m not at all complaining that he looks so terrified.

        “Angie please… Don’t do this… you need to try to remember! I cant go through this again ang! Please! It’s me! Niall! The man that you have been dating for the past two years! I’m the man that cuddles you to sleep at night and kisses you awake in the morning. I make your tea every morning and night with sugar but no cream because I know that you think that putting cream in it ruins the taste of the tea, and you taunt me every time that I put even the slightest bit of it in my tea. I’m the man who is hopelessly devoted to you and only you and I know that you feel the same way about me! This isn’t your house… this is our house! We have been through this before… We will make it through this again! Please just let me explain it to you!” What is he talking about? How does he know how I like my tea?

What am I even supposed to think about this? The lad is on the floor sobbing his eyes out, and honestly I feel really bad. That quickly washes away. I am not in a relationship. I just got out of one a few hours ago. I definitely did not move on that fast and there hasn’t even been two years since we broke up! I swear the nerve this… this asshole has coming in here saying this is our house and that we are in a relationship! What the absolute hell is going on!

        “Listen I’m sorry but I have no idea who you are… Are you sure you’re not drunk… maybe high, because I most definitely am not in a relationship. As a matter of fact I just got out of a relationship a few hours ago.” I say as calmly as I can, standing up slowly and trying to help him to his feet because honestly he looks quite pathetic right now.

        “I’m going to make you love me again Angela! I always do! We are meant to be together, you are my world and I’m not going to let you slip away because of some stupid brain problem!” he yells to me as his big eyes go wider than I thought humanly possible and he forcefully covers his mouth with his hand to assure him that no more words spill out.

        “What did you just say?” I ask wearily.

        “N…n…nothing I… um I… should um probably… um leave… Sorry about this all…” he tells me with saddened and worried eyes whilst carefully moving his arms around gesturing towards the rest of the bathroom in which the most confusing and semi terrifying experience of my life has taken place.

        He gets up out of the bathroom and walks towards the entrance of the house, refusing to look at me. I hear his feet padding slowly out of my house. Can I even call it my house? After what just happened I don’t even know what to call this place I’m in anymore. I notice that he slowly opens the door to the house slamming it shut shortly after. I then hear a deep voice faintly yelling vulgar language out front. I peek out the bay window of the big house to see him throw himself onto the ground and pull at his hair screaming into the brisk air of fall? It looks like fall… I could have sworn it was winter. Okay. I focus my attention back to the blonde beauty in my front yard… wait. Really? After all that, that’s what you have to say about him? You don’t even know him! Dammit Angie get your shit together! I take one last glance out of the giant window to see this… Niall? Yea. Niall. Guy force himself off of the ground that he was kneeling down on and just run, and I mean literally sprint away from this house. He takes long and fast strides down the street as if he wanted nothing more than to just get away from the place he came from. He didn’t even spare a glance back in the direction of the house before he disappeared onto another road, officially out of sight.

        What just happened?

A/N So yea this is my first story ive ever written so sorry if it isn't very good but im going to be trying my best so if you are reading this bear with me haha. For those reading thank you for reading and im going to try to keep updating as often as I possibly can! Thank you!