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I looked over to Nick, whose face turned burning red. Awww, he was so cute!
"Yeah, that was kind of awkward...", he admitted and i gave him a comforting smile. We arrived at his house and silently went inside. I hadn't been in there for ages. The last time was before the tour, before my mental breakdown. Everything was still the way i remembered it. There were family pictures, some cute paintings the boys had drawn when they were younger and pictures of them on stage. I went down the corridor, searching for a special pic, unsure whether i would find it or not. It wasn't there. Disappointment took over my body as i thought of the many reasons why it had been taken down. Had he not missed me at all? I felt like I've been stabbed in the chest, a familiar feeling that returned everytime i thought that he hadn't missed me at all. He walked up the stairs and i silently followed him.
We were just walking down the hallway to his room and it was then I realized how much i'd missed this place as my second home. I loved how it smelled here. I loved how you could hear Denise working in the kitchen [A/N: it's about the sound, not liking denise working xD] He opened the door to his room and we walked in. I concentrated on putting on foot behind the other or else i probably would've fallen as a result of the confusion and sadness that i was reminded of everytime i was around him.
His room hadn't changed a bit. He had the same huge bed we used to sleep in, the same wall color we'd painted together and the exact same pictures were there. Only the ones I was in had been removed. And again, my heart was the punished one ; the one paying the price for letting myself dig up the painful memories.
"Wow...", i breathed out , feeling completely overwhelmed. I'm pretty sure i haven't felt this many emotions in a year as i had felt today. And it wasn't even over yet.
"So, this is my room as you may remember?", he joked, in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, i think i've been at this place before", i turned to him smiling. We would've been making out right now if we were together. Wait a minute. I shouldn't have been thinking like thar. It was wrong...
"I like that we're hanging out again, i really missed you", Nick admitted.
"Yeah, i know."
"But i hoped you wouldn't cry again!", he teased.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"How could i ever dare?", he sarcastically said, joking around in the sole purpose of getting a comeback out of me.
"Aw, I hate you!"
"Come on, you know that's not true!", he pouted and i almost went weak, admitting that that was really not the truth.
Luckily i was able to stop myself from doing that and shook my head, "it's the truth."
"You want me to do it the old fashioned way?", he smirked and i knew what he was about to do. just as i predicted, He started tickling me and of course he knew my most ticklis spot. I immediately started laughing hysterically, "Nick, stop pleassee!", i begged.
"I won't until you admit that you don't hate me."
"Ain't gonna happen!" I managed to say in between my laughter.
"Say it...", he smirked, still tickling me. I knew it was only a matter of minutes till i would start crying. Definitely not what i wanted to do!
"Okay, okay! If you'll stop, i'll say it!"
He stopped, looking at me and waiting for me to say it.
"Haha! It worked!", i said and ran away as fast as i could, only to be chased by him not a second later. Of course, he caught me. With his arms around my waist from behind, he continued tickling me.
"Nick! Please...!", i begged.
"You wanna say it?"
"No!"
"You don't give me a choice!", he tickled me harder and made me fall to the floor with him on top of me. The tickling immediately stopped. I looked up at him. Blue met brown. Like hypnotized i stared him in the eyes.
"Wow..." I breathed out.
"You...--", he began but never finished. His arms were at both sides of my head, holding him up, so he wouldn't fall on me. We just layed there looking into eachother's eyes for a few seconds. How i had missed being lost in his eyes. Maybe i should just admit it. This seems like the perfect opportunity. Not only was I going to admit that i didn't hate him, i was about to admit my deepest feelings...
"I", I began, my heart racing, "I lo--"
Malin xx
