Moments With You {Hiatis Until Further Notice}

The Red Headed Twins

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**Kylie's POV**

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 I agreed to let her dye my hair only if she helped me unpack, because there was a lot to unpack, and I'm lazy.  Rylee was apparently really excited about doing my hair, as she whipped out my suitcases and dumped all the clothes onto my bare bed.  She ran over to the stereo and turned it on, the music soon flowing through the room, adding to the energy. We bounced around folding my clothe and putting them in drawers and in my half of the closet.  We made my bed with my neon green zebra striped duvet, not without noting the fact that we had yet another thing in common, and danced around putting picture frames and anything else we could find around the room.

"Ooooo! Girl! Who is this?" I walked out of the bathroom where I had been putting away my hair straightener into the room where Rylee was holding a picture frame, studying the image.

"Who's who?" I ask walking towards her.  She faces the frame towards me and I stop in the track.  It was a picture of Niall and I from the day he took us to the beach.  The same picture that was my back ground until I caught him with Olivia.  The same picture he brought to me as an 'I'm Sorry' present after thee rumor got out.  We were sitting in the sand watching the sun go down. I was wearing my favorite strapless purple bathing suit top matched with white bottoms that had some complicated purple designs on them. I was in Niall’s lap, laid back into his chest, smiling for the camera, while his head was turned so that he was kissing my cheek.

I felt my face fall and my knees crumble.  I sat on the ground, letting the tears of my past fall.  I'm supposed to be over him...I'm not supposed to care anymore....Why did I even bring that picture....Why am I crying again....I'm supposed to be starting over, not reminiscing on what was....

I heard Rylee drop the picture frame and rush by my side.  She wrapped her arms around me in a supportive embrace, but I gently pushed her off of me briefly while I reached across the floor and gathered the cracked picture frame. Removing the picture from the broken glass, I leaned back into Rylee's chest and cried for all I had held in. I cried because he cheated on me.  I cried because I let Olivia win.  I cried because I miss Arianna and Louis.  I cried because I never wanted things to change, and that's exactly what happened.  I cried for everything.  Someone from back home told me that people cry not because they are weak, but because they've been strong for too long. 

Rylee wrapped her hands around me once more and cradled me on the floor, telling me everything's going to be alright, that she's here when I want to talk.  She rubbed circles on my back with the tips of her fingers, but it only made me cry harder.  It reminded met to much of Niall.  He would always do that to calm me down, and it wold always work.  Now all it did was send memories rushing back, making me continue to cry.  She stopped rubbing circles, instead she just sat there and held me.  I calmed down a bit in her comforting embrace.  I felt protected and cared for again, which further calmed me down.  I picked my head off of her chest and looked at the picture in my hand.  "This is Niall Horan, my best friend, my boyfriend, and my ex-boyfriend."  I sniffled and wiped my cheeks with my sleeve, regaining my composure.  Rylee rubbed her hand up and down the arm she was still holding, letting me know it was alright if I continued.  "Long story or short story?"

"Whatever you want." I thought for a couple seconds, and decided that I might as well tell her the long story.

"He moved to my elementary school in Georgia when we were in kindergarten and were instantly best friends.  There was just something about him that always made me want to be around him.  We were completely inseparable. We had the Hollywood type of friendship.  We were so close to each other that we considered each other siblings, but our parents and our parent's friends all thought we would eventually get together.  When we turned eight, we would just shake our heads and giggle whenever someone brought that up and reply with what you would expect a normal eight year old to say. 'But girls have coooties!!' 'Ewwie! He's my brother!'  Then we went into middle school.  He discovered girls didn't have cooties and I discovered the same went for boys.  We were still the inseparable best friends we had always been, but he talked to other girls more than he used to.   A lot more than he used to, and I found myself getting jealous of the girls.  But I would let it slide and enjoy the time I was able to spend with him.  It stayed like that through middle school, but every girl eventually realized I was his best friend, and that if they hurt him, I would hurt the in return, so he remained an unbroken Niall through middle school and freshman year of high school.  Sophomore year, he started growing out of his childhood stature and into a more developed one.  All the girls at school noticed it, and flocked to him, leaving me in the background.  But he never forgot about me.  Actually he did quite the opposite.  He hug out with me more, and less around his 'friends' who we found out in the middle of junior year old hung out with him for the girls that hung out with him..but anyway, we both dated, threatened each other's dates, and protected each other, just like true siblings would.  One of his girlfriends actually broke up with him because I scared her so much and she didn't want me to 'ruin her beautiful face'."