Forget Me Not (Nouis)

22nd Petal: .... Speechless ...

"I'm sick of all the insincere
I'm gonna give all my secrets away..." ♫♪

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I'm walking on the long hallway of the current hotel we're in. It had been two days when I saw Jaden and Judielle and since then, my mood hadn't improved. Not at all. I may or may not ignored the boys for two full days but whatever. I don't care really, I'm not in the mood. But now I am.

I'm being unfair to them. Specially Harry. He'd been looking at me like he want to approach me but I guess the vibe I'm giving made me unapproachable because he didn't made a move. So now I will.

I stopped in front of Harry's room and sighed. Will he accept my sorry? Hope he will. I don't wanna look like a gobshite seriously. But if he doesn't well I guess I deserve it? Oh c'mon Horan. Stop over thinking. Just freaking do it!

I knocked twice and I heard his raspy voice.

"Come in."

Will he not ask who am I first? What if I'm a psycho trying to get inside his room without force so we wouldn't attract a lot of attention? What if I'm one of those Directioners who are crazy enough to get inside the hotel and knock on doors trying to test whether the voice that'll answer is his or ours? What if I'm a murderer?! Oh God Harry.

I twisted the knob and opened the door. I didn't get inside quickly, I poked my head first to see where is he and he's there. On his bed with only a boxers on messing with his phone. He didn't bothered looking up!

"Hey Haz." I said softly and that's when he finally faced me.His eyebrows are furrowed, puzzled as to why I am here.

"N-Ni? Come in. What're you doing at the door?" He leaped up from his position and grabbed a shirt that's on the floor. Not really caring whether it's clean or not.

"I," I started and closed the door behind me. "Uhm, came to said sorry?" Fuck Niall why did it sound so unsure?

Harry's mouth formed an 'O' and he smiled awkwardly. "Right."

"Haz I'm, uh really sorry."

He waved me off and grinned, now more genuine.

"Nah, it's okay. Don't worry Ni, I understand. I'm sorry too."

Nothing more, nothing else. That's all that happened. I started to walked out of his room not really knowing what to say or do next. I don't know. I don't know what happened. Like I'm not relieved or happy that we made up. No sparks, no cheerfulness. Nothing.

And I think I'm kinda disappointed at that.

But what can I say? I guess you should really just expect the unexpected. Because a hand slipped on mine and suddenly I'm holding the right hand of none other than Harold Edward Styles. And I felt weak in the knees, tingly all throughout my body, and like butterflies are all having a frenzy inside my tummy. I know it totally sounds all like cliche and everything but it's true. I really felt it.

He smiled at me so cheesily I actually think I could melt. His dimples showed on both of his cheeks and his green, green eyes is glinting with happiness. I bit my lip, suppresing my cheshire grin from showing out. Hey I don't wanna look like a creepy cheshire cat in front of Harry okay?

"Movie marathon?" He asked.

"Movie marathon."

And before I closed the door that I opened earlier, I caught a glimpse of a brunette-haired, blue-eyed boy standing at the door next to the room that's in front of Harry's. Scowling, unhappy... Jealous?
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The sun was already set, the cold wind is blewing everywhere and I'm out right now, standing on the roof top of the hotel. Alone. Thinking things. I hate being like this. Like I don't know what to do, clueless as to what is happening. I wish I can have my memory right now, then maybe everything will be clear.

"You look sad."

I flinched when I heard the voice from behind. I turned around and saw Louis standing there with all his glory. Both hands tucked inside the back pockets of his pants, his hair swept by the wind, his facial expression unrecognizable.

And I remembered what happened earlier.

"Perharps I am." I answered.

He walked towards me and started to speak, "I don't know how to tell you this Ni so... I'll just tell you."

He held both my shoulders and bit his lip, as if pondering if he really should tell me what he's about to tell me.

My heart keeps on beating. Fast. Like it knows what Louis is about to say next. Like it had been anticipating for Louis to say the next words. I clenched and unclenched both my hands and it's both all so sweaty and shaking.

What's he about to say?

Why does he seem so nervous? If earlier his face is unreadable, now I can clearly see the nervousness. The uneasiness. The doubt. The... Excitement.

"Spit it out Tomlinson. We don't have all day."

I'm suprised my voice didn't falter when I said that. Because I swear I can feel my own uneasiness on my gut, choking me. Blocking the air from coming in and out of my body.

Creepy. Creepy feelings.

"I... We're dating Niall. We're actually boyfriend-boyfriend. For three years now."

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A/N

Sudden and short. I hope it doesn't look like rush because honestly, it's not. I really mean it to just come all of a sudden like all you can say is, "what? Did Louis just...?"

Anyway, enjoy lovelies. Vote and comment if you like. Update will be tomorrow because first semester is over and one month break, yay! Thanks for reading :)

Sorry for the typos and grammatical errors.

P.S.: I love how Louis looks at Niall :3