Kiss Me?

Chapter 47

A/N I know, young picture of Niall but it pretty much caught how I described him. Just, much younger. Use some imagination, Niall is twenty-one now.

Tessa sat criss-cross on her bed, starring down at the ring on her finger. It had been a few days since the breakdown she had in the upstairs bathroom. Today was the day Simon got back from his trip. She couldn't wait to have her uncle back.

The ring was like a giant red flag on her hand saying look at me to Tessa. She was more frustrated now then she ever was when she couldn't remember anything in the first place. She felt like screaming.

She was so happy when he proposed. Now, with Niall... Remembering how her and Niall used to be, she didn't know what to feel. One thing was for sure, she was still deeply and completely in love with Niall. Yet she loved Lance. Her mother once told her not to marry anyone unless she loved them. She did love Lance, he asked first. Heck, Niall didn't even ask. So in her mind she had no right to turn Lance down.

She wished more then ever, and she means ever, that her mother was there. She could tell her mom all about it, and she knew her mother would be more then happy to help her. And her words would help her completely. She missed her mother.

Four days with Niall and her life seemed like a wreck. She wanted to see Lance but she turned his lunch down, saying she was sick. She couldn't see him just yet, not when Niall was so fresh on her mind. Fresh as in he was all she could really think about.

She fell back, flat against the bed with a groan. "What's with all the groaning?" Simons voice comes from the stairs, causing Tessa to jump up and practically tackle him. "Wow..." He said as he had to take a step backwards to steady himself.

"Your back." Tessa whispered, more to herself but her face was near his ear when she said it. She untangled her legs from around his waist and dropped to the floor,her arms dropping too.

"I miss much?" He chuckled, not knowing just how much he missed in the six days he was gone.

Once again, Tessa's arms wrapped around him, this time closer to his waist means she didn't jump on him. She buried her face in his white button up dress shirt.

"Tessa?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her back. Tessa's breathing was heard, she didn't know where to start.

Though Simon was dead tired from his flight, he took Tessa out for lunch. Lauren made jokes about Tessa going on dates with her husband, but Simon just rolled his eyes, promising to take her out later. Tessa vented to her uncle, she vented everything. By the time she was done she felt slight relief but more so breathless.

 After the information of her getting her memory back sunk in, which took a moment or too, Simon moved onto Her and Niall.  "I like Niall." Was all he said. In her hysteria she started laughing at his bluntness. Simon watched his hysteric niece laugh until there were tears streaming down her face. He smiled, remaining completely calm even though he was starting to become completely worried for her health.

 "You're not his type." Tessa received a tired look from her uncle, telling her he physicly had no energy to joke. "Why do you like Niall?" She became serious again.

Simons lips pursed as he thought about it. "Niall's nice, old fashioned, he's nothing like you, I know him personally, I'm his boss, he would never purposely hurt you, he's the marrying type... Shall I go on?" Simons smile was evident.

"You like him because he's nothing like me?" Tessa's eyebrows knitted together.

"No, I mean you guys are a great match."

"A great match yet he's nothing like me. Why do you like that he's nothing like me?"

Simon thought about it. If Tessa was anything like Lauren, there was no way he was getting out of this clean. He thought carefully, of things to say that wouldn't get him in trouble. "He's more, old fashioned. I heard he doesn't... You know... Do it... Until he's married."