Nobody knows

Juliet, also known as Louis Tomlinson's best friend since they were younger, goes to live with him and the boys. She's loved Niall since she met him when Louis was on the X Factor. Niall doesn't feel the same. How will Juliet, or Juli as everyone calls her, deal with this?


7. Feelings

I didn’t feel like leaving my room. I didn’t want to go downstairs and act like everything was fine and that I was OK, because everything wasn’t and neither was I. My mother’s words burned in the back of my mind.
He loves you. I see it in his eyes when he looks at you. You need to see it for yourself.

~Knock Knock~

“Peaches, can I come in?” It was Louis.

“Yeah, come in LouLou!” I smiled, sitting up from my bed.

He came in and shut the door behind him and walking towards my bed.

“Are you alright, Juli? You’re getting quiet again. You haven’t been as happy as you usually are.” He looked worried.

“I’m fine, just,” I stopped and thought about what I was going to say. Should I tell him, he is my best friend after all, “there’s a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?”

I’ll tell him, “Promise not to tell the boys?” I asked.

“Pinkie promise!” He bent his pinkie and put in next to my hand, and we pinkie promised. I giggled.

I hesitated before telling him, “Last night me and Harry went to find Niall. I knew where he went, he told me he goes there when he needs to think.”

Louis smiled, looking like a little kid when someone was reading them a story.

“I was trying to apologize to Niall for ignoring him, but he wouldn’t answer me. He just sat there. I got so mad, and when I got back to the car where Harry was, I started ranting.”

Louis looked confused, “OK, so that explains why Niall is so quiet too.” He tried fixing his bed head with his hand, “Ya’ know he is only acting like that because he feels awful for letting Alexa do that to you.”

“Yeah, I know.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, and wrapped my arms around my legs.

“Then, why is Harry out of it too?” He asked, watching me closely.

I sighed, and leaned my head on my knees. “When I wouldn’t stop ranting about how Niall was being a jerk, Harry he, he, he.” I started to repeat myself, something that also happens along with my stuttering.

“He what?” He sat closer to me.

“He kissed me.” I spoke into my legs.

Louis didn’t say anything, his expression changed. He mumbled something to himself.

“Louis, do you know something?”

He turned to me, “Promise you won’t tell him I said this?”

I smiled, and laughed. “Pinkie promise!” He smiled, and we pinkie promised again.

“Go on!”

“He loves you, like, loves you loves you.”

It was Harry. My mother was talking about Harry, but why would she tell me this?

“She was talking about him,” I mumbled to myself. Thinking out loud was a bad habit of mine, most of my life I had gotten in trouble for the things I’ve said but didn’t mean to say out loud like that.

“Who?” He asked.

I told him about my mother visiting me in my dream. I told him that she told me someone loved me and I didn’t notice, and I had to figure it out for myself.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked him.

“Sure, peaches.”

“How long?” I spoke quietly, looking up at him.

“How long what?”

“How long has he been in love with me?” I got quieter as I spoke.

He sighed, laying back onto me bed horizontally. “He told me that he liked you when One Direction formed. You were always hanging out with us because you were supporting me, and then us.” He trailed off.

I stared at him, “And…?”

“And once you left to help your mom, he realized how much he loved you.” He turned his head to face me.

“Really?” I asked in disbelief.

“Well, I wouldn’t lie about something like that!” He smiled, “Now, let’s go eat. I’m hungry!”

“Do I have to?” I still didn’t want to leave my room, I wanted to stay in here until everything was back to normal.

“Well, I could get Zayn to come get you, but he’ll do what he did last time you did this.” He shrugged casually.

I laughed, “OK, sure.” He wouldn’t do that.

“Your choice!” Louis said skipping out of the room.

I sat there thinking about what Louis told me. I heard someone walking up the stairs, it was probably Louis again. Someone was standing at the door way of my room. It was Zayn.

He smirked, “Your choice, love.”

“You won’t!” I smiled.

He started walking towards my bed, I jumped up and ran to the back of my room. He ran over to me, “Come on!” He said.

“No!” I folded my arms and stood there like a 5 year old.

“Suit yourself!” He said before lifting me up, and putting me over his shoulder. I tried kicking him but I couldn’t. He was carrying me upside down, down the stairs.

“Zayn, put me down!” I yelled.

“No, you’ll run back up to your room.”

“I’ll puke on you!” I threatened.

“We all know you have a strong stomach. Being upside down won’t hurt you.” He laughed.

This wasn’t funny. I thought about it. I smiled, grabbing the waist band of his sweats and his boxers and pulling them down the exact second he walked into the kitchen.

“What the hell!” He screamed, dropping me in the process. I was fully prepared, stretching out my hands so when I fell I would do a handstand and then run away. I got up from the floor and looked at the kitchen doorway, Louis was blocking the way.

“LouLou, move!”

“No, sit!” He smiled.

I wasn’t going to fight it anymore, “Fine.” I sat down in between Liam and Zayn. Niall was sitting across from me, and Harry was next to him.

“Do I have to stay?” I asked.

Louis nodded. I looked over at Harry he was looking at me. I smiled and looked down. I realized that I do have feeling for him, but I guess I never realized because all I wanted was for Niall to like me back. Which I’ve now realized that would never happen. Maybe, just maybe I could have a chance with Harry. I looked down at my lap, thinking. But what if I lost out on my chance. I ran away from Harry after we kissed, I ran home not wanting to sit with him the drive home. He probably hates me.

Someone kissed my forehead, “Good morning, love.” It was Liam. I hugged him, I was glad he wasn’t mad at me for some reason. He is always so calm.

“Morning.” I smiled.

“Are you alright?” He said.

I looked down again, “I will be.” I whispered.

Harry was still looking at me, I felt like I was going to cry. I saw Harry stand up and leave quietly. I watched as he left. I looked over at Louis, he nodded as if he could read my mind, and I followed Harry. He went out back.

I stood behind him, thinking of what I was going to say. He turned around and noticed me.

“I’m sorry.” I told him.

He was now standing in front of me. “Why are you sorry?” He asked, “You didn’t do anything.”

“I ran away from you, I just left without saying anything!” He was looking into my eyes as I spoke. I looked away.

“I should be the sorry one. I kissed you, even though I knew you don’t like me back.” He said looking down.

I didn’t know what else to say. I stepped closer to him, “How do you know that?” I asked nervously. Waiting for his reaction. He looked at me, “What?” He asked softly.

“how do you know that I don’t like you back?” I asked quietly, but with a slight smile on my face.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“My mother told me in a dream that someone loved me. She said he was good, and that I wasn’t paying enough attention to know who it was….” I started to blush. ” At first, I thought it was Niall, but then when you kissed me…” I trailed off noticing that he was staring at me.

“You knew it was me.” He finished my sentence.

“Yeah, and honestly,” I smiled taking a step closer to him. We were only a few inches away from each other, “I think I like you too.”

He smiled slightly, “Do you, do you think you’ll ever love me as much as you loved Niall?”

I looked at him, and I smiled too, “It’s possible.” I said honestly, “Maybe some day.”

He shrugged,”Good enough for me.” He laughed before placing his hand on the back of my neck and kissing me.
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