Project Popular (A James Mcvey Fanfic)

chapter 16

By the end of the night I'd been quite up close and personal with Ella and may or may not have shared a few intimate moments. We were both tipsy and kind of unaware of what was happening as we clambered into the back of the car, one hand was gripping her waist and the other was on the side of her thigh.

"I know you want to kiss me." I said, grinning as I looked down at her. She leant up and grabbed the neck of my shirt, lowering me.

"I do, but I can't." I frowned at her,

"Of course you can baby, the other boys are still inside finding your friends. We've got time." She smirked at me as I pulled her closer to me,

"James, I so badly want to kiss you, but... I don't understand why you would want me to, i'm not good enough to kiss you." I shrugged lightly,

"Am I good enough to kiss you?" She hesitated before nodding, this was it, my moment. I planted a kiss on her newly exposed collarbone before planting kisses up her neck, I reached the corner of her mouth and braced myself for our first proper kiss. My lips hovered just above hers, just as I leant in I felt a small shove on my chest.

I snapped my eyes open and watched as Ella dashed out of the car, groaning as she did. I followed her out and bumped into Connor as we both turned to Ella,

"Are you o-" There was no time for us to finish, she leant forward and puked in the bush, crying a little at the mess she was in. I sighed and walked over to her,

"Get her hair out of her face James!" Hope snapped as she marched up to me,

"What difference will that make? She's still going to be sick." Hope's eyes widened and she shoved me aside, scooping Ella's hair up in her hand and using her free one to rub her back.

"Do you have any water?" she asked, we all shook our heads.

"You're useless James, you might as well just go home."

"We owe you a lift though." Tristan put his foot in the car and smiled,

"Come on, we'll leave them if they want to be alone. My mum wont mind us crashing at mine." Connor jumped in the car without hesitation and Tristan soon followed. I held onto the door frame and looked over at Brad who was crouching next to Ella,

"She's got sick on her top." He said, wrinkling his nose at the smell.

"I'm such a mess." She moaned, rubbing her forehead slightly.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

"You could be a gentleman and offer her your top." I glanced down at my top and back over to them before laughing hysterically,

"This top is worth more than you can imagine, I'm not giving it up because she was sick on hers. It's not worth the risk." Hope's head shot round to me and I was greeted by the most threatening death stare that was possible.

"You're a joke James, you got her into this mess and you're not willing to help her out of it. Just go." I sighed and climbed into the back of the car, I wound the window down however because Brad didn't follow.

"Brad are you coming?" Connor shouted, he looked over at us and nodded.

"One sec," He removed his jacket and pulled off his t-shirt, handing it to Hope.

"Here, she can take my shirt. I've got a few like this. Good luck." Hope smiled at him and he made his way over to the car, pulling the jacket back onto his now exposed body.

"Why did you do that?" I scowled as Brad climbed into the back of the car.

"What? Gave her my top? She stunk of puke James,  we couldn't leave her in that top all night." I rolled my eyes,

"So you thought you'd be the mighty hero and step up to give her yours, way to go Brad."

"Stop being a jealous bìtch James."

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I picked up my phone and sent a quick text to Ella,

james: sorry for leaving you but Hope looked like she was going to kill me if I did anything else. I know it's like 4am but I want to know that you're okay xxx

I waited a few minutes before a response came through,

ella: hey, I'm awake too. Not a good sleeper after drinking. Hope was really annoyed at you, she told me the t-shirt story too.. but yeah, I'm okay xx

james: sorry:( I just wanted you to losen up a little, you're really fun when you're not uptight. Hope's irrelevant now, just as long as you're fine xx

ella: don't apologise, I had a good time:) but I've gained a few marks on my neck from what I can only presume was your kisses xx

james: good! oh wow haha, i didn't know I was that.. aggressive? I don't know what the right word is. Send me a picture? I want to see if it's noticeable xx

ella: it's like 4am james I look like trash xx

james: I'll send you one if you send me one? xx

ella: that text sounded so rude oh my, but fine one second xx

*picture recieved*

It wasn't too bad, I zoomed in and moved the camera around, focusing on the redder areas. I frowned when I realised that she was still in Brad's shirt, surely she could have gotten changed when she got home?

ella: im sorry I look such a mess xx

james: no worries. They're not really noticeable thankfully. Night.

I set my phone down and rolled my eyes, Brad was always getting in the way of me and girls. Yes, he's a good looking lad but he should know when the right time is and it certainly wasn't now. My phone lit up and I opened up the message,

ella: hey, where's my picture mcvey?;) you can't go sleep on me now x

james: I changed my mind, night.