24 Hours | n.h.

Fourteen

During the day, I couldn't get my mind off of Michael and Niall. The way his hands were on my bum, the way he kissed, I melted into the kiss. The fact that I'm spending the night with Niall at a party with no one from our school or his friends.

Just us.

"Where are you going?" Ashton says, as he walk down the stairs.

"Hm? Oh, no where," I shrugged.

"No where? You put extra perfume, I can smell it upstairs. That's why I came down here,"

"Really? Oh," I mumbled.

"Just tell me," He laughs, poking my sides.

I let out a squeal, pushing Ashton away. "I'm just gonna hang out with a friend,"

"Who? Michael?" He asks, pulling my hair back.

"No," I mumbled again, fixing my shirt.

"Who?" Ashton says, his voice suddenly changing.

"Just with a couple of friends," I shrugged, hoping I won't get on his bad side.

Ashton rolled his eyes and threw himself on my couch. "Anyways, can I hang out here for the night? I'm really enjoying this pillow," Ashton says.

"Don't you have parties to go to?" I chuckled, placing a long necklace around my neck.

"Honestly? I'm tired of parties," He shrugged.

"Oh," I squeaked. "How's you and uh... Tas-"

"Besides, I wanna know how it feels like to be in your shoes, staying home. It seems like you're in my shoes," He says.

"Am not," I fought.

"Whatever." He laughs.

"Alright well," I mumbled, noticing I got a message from an unknown number, reading Come out. "I'm gonna head out now." I said, ruffling his hair.

"Alright. I'll be here," He says.

"Hey, don't you dare go through my things,"

"Or what? Am I gonna find a vibrator?" He teases.

"Ew! Stop, no." I screamed, running up the stairs.

"Love you!" He yells.

I slammed the door shut, suddenly feeling nervous that I'm gonna be with Niall. Alone.

I hopped in, slamming the door shut. "Hey," I said.

Niall just ignored my greeting, started driving. I put my seatbelt on, looking over his lap, trying to read his phone.

It was an hour drive which made me wanna throw myself out of the door because I can't be in the car full of silence. I let out a sigh, hoping I don't mess anything up.

He'll probably leave me alone, in the middle of a party.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Good," He shrugs, paying attention to the road. I nodded, knowing he didn't ask me back. I took the chance to take a look at his outfit. He wore his ripped black jeans with a black shirt, covered in a black sweater.

"Are you gonna get hot in that sweater?" I asked.

"I'm gonna take it off before we enter the house," He says, pulling up to a red light. I hummed in response, not knowing what to say.

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a bit. What's gonna happen tonight?

Sam, stop getting your hopes up. Just because he kissed me like twice, doesn't mean anything.