I talked to Harry for about an hour before a few maintenance men finally got the elevator to work again. We went to my moms place, and now we're just sitting in my bedroom talking about... well... everything.
"Wait so you're saying, you fell OFF the roof? Because you thought SANTA was there!?" I laughed hysterically.
"Yes! I ended up breaking my arm and twisting my ankle! After that dreadful day, Christmas has never been the same." he shook his head giggling after a bit, "Then again I was 7 so times have changed." He nodded.
"You are such an odd human being." I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair. He shrugged and pulled his feet under him.
I pulled my knees to my chest, sighing deeply.
"So... what's on your mind?" He asked laying flat on my bed and doing a big stretch.
"Niall. Why would be break up with me. How could he.." My lip began to quiver, and I felt my eyes start to water. Harry quickly sat up and rushed to me, "Nope. Noooooope." He pulled me close, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
"I just, I don't understand." I cried, clinging tightly on to Harry. I just couldn't figure it out.
"In all honesty, I don't even know why he would leave you. You're absolutely stunning, you have the most beautiful eyes, and damn do you have the prettiest smile. You're an absolute catch. Niall is completely out of his right mind." He said, pulling me away from him and looking down at me. I noticed just how much taller he was than me, even sitting down. and I could see just how green his eyes were. They were so.... captivating.
Harry smiled at me, showing all of his teeth. He placed a kiss on my cheek and slightly pulled away, leaving a very small distance between the two of us. I smiled slightly and looked down. He placed the side of his index finger against my chin and raised it, making me look up. I couldn't help but watch his lips. The plumpness of his bottom lip, the slight pinkness, and the glaze of saliva it had against them. I felt myself want to grow closer to them. I felt myself want to feel just how warm they were,
against mine.
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Sexting Niall Horan
FanfictionMy name is Ella Styles, and no I'm not related to Harry Styles. I'm 18 years old and recently graduated from high school. I would say that I'm tall and fit. My dark brown hair stops in the middle of my back and I have brown eyes. I'm from Florida, b...
