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?


6. Too Late to Apologize

That whole week I ignored Niall. He tried, he tried so hard to talk to me. He’d stop me in the hallway and I’d just brush past him. “Juli, please listen to me.” I ignored it. I ignored it all. I hated him. I didn’t want to see him and I definitely didn’t want to talk to him or about him. I started getting closer to Harry, and I spent more time with Louis.
I felt more relieved ignoring Niall. I had no more problems. I wasn’t feeling depressed, and I felt free. I wasn’t worrying about him. I didn’t want him anymore. My feeling for him changed. I didn’t know if I loved him anymore. Did I even love him to begin with? Did I really want to be with him? I didn’t know anymore.

We got back from an interview the Friday after the concert. I was so tired.

“Juli, go take a nap, you seem tired.” Harry smiled, “You won’t be missing much.”

I laughed,”OK, later guys.” I ran up to my room and fell asleep peacefully on my bed.

I woke up and went downstairs. No one was home. “Guys?” I called. I check the living room, everyone’s bedroom, and the backyard. Where were they?

“Hello?” I called again, thinking no one had heard me the first time. I walked into the living room.

An older woman was sitting. Who was she? She turned to face me.

“Mum?” I asked walking towards her. I now stood in front of her. “Mum, what are you doing here?”

“You don’t notice,” She told me. She reminded me of what I had told Niall a week ago.

“Didn’t notice what, mum?”

“It’s right in front of you. You need to notice.” She smiled lightly. “He’s good.”

“Mum, who?” I begged. “Who?”

“Him, that boy.” She smiled happily, “He loves you, I can see it in his eyes when he looks at you! He loves you!”

“Mum, please! Tell me.”

“Sweetie, you need to see it for yourself,”

“Mum.” I asked. She just looked at me and smiled. “Mum?”

“It’s time to go, sweetie.” She stood up and brushed off her skirt. She opened the front door. “I love you, Juliet.” She turned and left, closing the door behind her.

“Mum!? Mum, wait!” I ran to the door, and opened it. It was sunny outside, beautiful. “Mum?” I looked around She was gone.

“Mum!?” I screamed. I kept calling for her, but I couldn’t find her.

“Juli!” I heard someone scream. I turned around.

I shot up from my pillow, and looked around I was in my room. It was a dream.

“Juli,” Harry pulled me into a tight hug. I felt so confused. “Mum?” I asked myself.

“What’s wrong? I’ve been trying to wake you up, you’ve been screaming and crying in your sleep.”

“What?” I felt my cheek, dried tears. “What time is it?” I asked.

“A little past 8.”

What did my mom mean? He loved me. Niall? He loved me?

“I saw her,” I tried to hold back any tears, “I saw my mum.”

“What? What happened?”

“I woke up and everyone was gone. I went looking for you guys, and then I found my mom in the living room. She talked to me, but I didn’t understand what she meant.”

“What did she say?” Harry asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” I put on a fake smile so he wouldn’t worry.

I got up and walked out the door. Harry followed behind, “Where is everyone?” I asked, noticing the house being so quiet.

“Well, Liam, Danielle, Louis, and Eleanor are on a double date. They left about 10 minutes ago.” He smiled.

“Zayn?” I asked, still smiling.

“Out.” He stated. He was hiding something.

“Out where, and where’s Niall?” I looked into the kitchen, the typical place to find a hungry Horan.

“Uh,” Harry scratched his head.

“Harry,” I walked up to him, “well?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know?” I asked feeling worried.

“He told is he needed some air after you went to take a nap. He hasn’t come home yet. Zayn’s looking for him now.”

Where would he go? I asked myself. Where? I remembered something he told me once. I ran up the stairs to my room, and threw on a pair of skinny jeans.

“Juli, where are you going?” Harry asked as I opened the front door.

“I know where he is.”

“Wait, let me get my keys. It’s late.” He went to the kitchen and came back a minute later.

“Let’s go.” He smiled, gesturing for me to go.

I gave Harry directions, “Stop!” I said, as Harry found a place to park.

I opened the door and got out, Harry followed.

“No, you stay here. I need to do this without you.”

“OK, I’ll be here if you need me. Just call.” Harry sat on the hood of his car to wait for me.

I walked threw the park, to the swing set. There he was.

“Niall..” I said softly, sitting on the swing beside him.

“Niall, I’m sorry for ignoring. I couldn’t handle it.”

He didn’t look at me. I’m not even sure if he was actually listening either. “Niall? Say something.”

He didn’t move. Was he dead? I poked his shoulder. He looked at me. No he was alive. “Are you gonna talk?” I stood up. I became angry of his silence, but I guess this is what he felt like when he tried speaking to me.

“Niall, If you don’t say anything I’m gonna leave.” I felt tears slide down my cheeks. “Just say anything.”

He ignored me.

“You know what? You’re a jerk, I hate you.” I screamed at him. I ran back to the car, still crying.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, jumping off the hood of the car.

“He’s a jerk. He didn’t say anything, not one word. I stood there apologizing for being an ass this past week, and he sat there. He probably wasn’t even listening. He’s a jerk, and I hate him. I don’t know what I ever saw in him. I hate him”

“Juli, relax!” He placed his hands gently on my shoulders.

I kept rambling,”Maybe my mum was wrong. He’s a jerk, I never want to speak to him ever again.”

“Juli,” Harry said before he crashed his lips against mine. I was surprised, but I didn’t pull away.

Was it Harry who my mother was talking about?
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