The Outcome Of Our Summer Love (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

23: What's Wrong With Niall?

I really hope you like it because I don't think I've ever been so excited for a chapter. Enjoy!!!

*Important author's note at the end, please read or I will stop playing Fireproof*

*Absolutely kidding ;)*

"Niall?" I call out. I walk into the living room, my heels clicking against the kitchen tile. "What are you doing? We have reservations in fifteen minutes and you're in your boxers."

"I'll get ready in a minute." Niall mutters.

"We have to leave now." I tell him.

"Ten minutes won't kill anyone." Niall puts it off.

"What the h*ll?!" I shout, my blood boiling. "What has been up with you lately?! Ever since the premiere a month ago you've done nothing but sit on your a*s! Tell me when you're done with your man period!" I slip off my heels and walk out of the house.

What did I just do? 

I'm being stupid. In a matter of two seconds Niall will run out after me, ranting and apologizing a thousand times until I kiss him in a nice way to tell him to shut up. I stand in the driveway for about five minutes, becoming more scared with each passing second. He wasn't going to come out.

I fish my keys out of my purse, walking down the pavement to Melanie's place. I pick the correct key and push the door open. Mel and Harry were on the couch chatting away while watching...Hannah Montana?

"What happened?!" Harry brings the attention off of the TV and onto me.

"Oh my God!" Melanie squawks. They bounce off the couch, running over. I hadn't even noticed I was crying until now.

"Niall is stupid." I choke out as they hug me.

"What did he do?" Melanie asks.

"We had reservations for tonight and he was just sitting on the couch in his boxers watching football. He kept putting it off like it was nothing and that it didn't matter if we were late." I explain while they drag me to the couch. "He's been like this for almost a month. I don't get it. I don't understand why he's being so d*mn difficult."

"We all know Niall wouldn't do this unless he had a good reason." Harry states the obvious. "You should talk to him."

"I don't want to talk to him!" I cry. "I'm not dealing with his stupid man period!" Harry chuckles. Melanie smacks his arm.

"How are you really feeling Jules?" Mel asks with a sympathetic smile.

"Ever since Niall and I started dating, I'm not sure about myself." I shake my head. "Every time I kiss him I think about Louis. Louis and I are constantly flirting with each other and when we do I feel like I'm cheating on Niall but it feels so right." My voice was thick and heavy with tears. My voice wasn’t how it is usually. Now it was sad, depressed, and lifeless. "I convinced myself that I didn't like him anymore. It's true. I don't like him. I love him. A lot." I swipe away the water droplets but they continue to cascade down my face along with make-up. "The thing is...I don't think he loves me back anymore. I think I'm too late."

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*Louis' POV* 

Were the flowers too much? Would she say yes? Will she want to come with me? Am I even going to be able to say the words? Can I take the memories? Is this going to change the way we feel about each other? 

A million thoughts rush through my head but soon disappear when Juliet pulls open the door. She looked gorgeous as always, her black hair flowing past her shoulders and her eyes sparkling. The yellow tank top she was wearing looked perfect on her. Yet again, everything looks perfect on her.