One of Millions

What I like about you

I will remain on this story until I say otherwise.

April POV

I sat on my bed with my phone in my right hand. I scrolled down my instagram feed but soon grew bored of it. I looked at the pictures I had taken over the past few days. Days I will remember forever. There were selfies and pictures of me and Hayes posing. They made my whole body flood with a warm feeling of happiness.

I stopped at a particularly ugly picture of myself. My wig was off centered and although my hair still looked real, it looked ugly. Awful. Disgusting. Revolting. Unattractive. Not even close to be in pretty enough. At least for Hayes to think of me more than a friend. I slid my finger to the left and examined a better picture. I was being bridal style carried into the water by Hayes. We were both laughing and I was barely pulling myself to not touch the cold river. This was by far my favorite.

I opened the instagram app and pressed the small camera on the bottom middle of the screen. I chose the picture and watched the flickering blue line indicating where your typing will start. The steady beat mocked me in a way that every time it blinked I could be closer to dying. It was a scary thought and one I chose not bring up.

And even though it was cornered into the small crevices of my brain, it's haunting existence still hung over me like a heavy chandelier; periodically sinking lower until I was suffocated under the weight.

'He doesn't know it but we're married 🎩👫💍' Was the caption I went with. I decided not to tag him in the picture for a reason i didn't know. I just didn't want to.

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I locked my phone and lied down on the bed. I was tired and who knows how I'm gonna get up tomorrow. I certainly don't. My eyes were heavy and I was finally gonna sleep.

Except for this damn bright light shining from my phone. Ugh.

Notifications were blowing up on my phone from instagram. Each comment getting worse than the preceding. (lol dont think I used that word right)

"Ew. Your wig is so obvious. "

"Do us all a favor. If your not gonna die from cancer, than please cut a little deeper tonight. Thanks. "

"Like Hayes would marry you. What do you possibly have to offer?"

"You probably used the whole 'I have cancer and I'm dying' speech for him to take a picture with you. Let alone touch you. "

No good comments. Not one. Not like there's ever been. I remember why I don't like to post pictures. It hurts.

I lied my phone down. Was it true? Did I really have nothing to offer a guy? Any guy? Especially Hayes?

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"April?"

"Go away. " I moaned into my pillow.

"April. You've got to wake up! We have to go and I wanna walk downstairs with you. "

I blushed and hid my head under the covers.

"But I'm so tired..." I grumbled.

"Then I'm coming in right now. "

I shot up out of my bed. I need my wig!

"Uh. No that's ok Im getting up. "I sprinted to the bathroom and gripped the blonde brown wig. Fixing it on my head, I launched myself back on my bed.

The door opened at the exact time my butt hit my bed and I immediately pulled the covers over my waist.

"You liar. " Hayes teased. "You are not getting up. We have to go, beautiful. " He smiled slightly tugging at my arm to get out of bed. He sat on the edge and faced me.

I laughed uneasily when he said beautiful. Was I really? I was bald.

"April?" He waved his hand in front of my face and I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"Is there something wrong?"

I hesitated before answering.

"Hayes, what do you like about me?"

"What do I like about you?" Hayes repeated.

"Yeah. "

"Well. " He sighed. "Lots of things. I like your smile. Your eyes. Your laugh. Your gallop you always do before you start running. How your smile always makes your eyes squint. You right eye being slightly bigger when this happens. I like so many things, April. "

I smiled. His words made me melt like butter on a hot stove. I got up and made my way to the bathroom as he continued with his list. I made me feel slightly self centered and conceited, but I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I let him go on.

I closed the bathroom door to change, but his words still made it through the door. Slightly muffled but remained audible.

I was wearing faded jeans, tied dyed t-shirt that I cut, and blue converse. My 'hair' was in a ponytail and my face had a minimal amount of make up.

Hayes and I started walking downstairs to the event while he still went on. He liked things I never even realized I did. He liked things I hated.

"And finally. I like your hair. " He sighed.

Instantly, I frowned.

"My hair?" I croaked.

"Yes. I love it. Its so beautiful. So natural the way it's half blonde. Half brown. A beautiful mix of the two. "

I held back tears and nodded. I forced a smile and told him I'd see him later. He agreed and joined the rest of the guys backstage.

A few hours later, I convinced myself to stand in line to 'meet' Nash and Hayes. I wanted a picture with the brothers considering this was my last day.

"Why hello beautiful. " Nash smirked.

"You are so beautiful. " Hayes also said. I made me feel weird. Nash just said that so why did Hayes just say it again? To confirm it?

"What kinda uh picture do you want?" Nash smiled putting his arm around me. "A kiss on the cheek? "

"Ok. I could kiss you on the cheek. " Hayes said weakly. Maybe I was paranoid but he said it the same way Nash said it. Almost like an echo. But Hayes doesn't sound like Nash they maybe be brothers, but they don't talk completely the same.

Something was up.