Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

Its been about three weeks going on four since I've told Niall and Louis. Neither will talk to me. Even if I have a homework question, they shoo me away to Liam or Zayn's room.

"Please, Niall. Talk to me," I plead. He looks down at me, an angry frown on his face, and shakes his head. I get on my knees.

"Please please please please please please please please!"

He walks away. I sigh, I'm getting nowhere with either. I think Niall took I the hardest, though.

I knocked on the door of his room. The Irish flag on his door obviously drawn by him. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad. He opened the door, wearing basketball shorts and a hoodie.

"Oh, hey Jace!"

"Hey Niall, can I come in? It's important," I say, not meeting the icy blue eyes thrown my way. He steps to the right, allowing me to pass by.

His room is awfully... 'Blah,' 'meh.' Nothing out of the ordinary. His walls are a beige color with specks of chips in the paint. I sit on his bed, as I did Louis's only moments ago.

"What is it, Jace? What's bothering you?" I look up at him. His childlike face, the little brown roots in his hair while the top is blonde.

"I...." I traile off. I looked anywhere but the boy in front of me, how he would always look me in the eye no matter what the situation was. Now it was my turn.

I look up, strait into those sky-blue eyes. I cringed a little, scared of his reaction.

"I kissed Lou," I said, still looking t him, a little less confidently.

"What," he whispered. He sounded broken. Like a TV turned down on volume of 2.

"I..." I looked down. "Kissed Louis on the day I kissed you. Before that, too."

He stood up, making his way to me. When he was only inches away from me, he stopped. I couldn't tell what his facial emotions were, for his eyes and face were just looking at mine.

"Please, leave," he said after maybe five minutes. I nodded, understanding he needed time, just as Louis.

I left the room. With a sigh of relief.

Notes

So there was the update. A little flashback!