Red Lipstick [editing]

Chatper 13

Harry POV 

I lied, I wasn't going to see my mum. I was very much going to be in town this weekend, but I was going to be tending to my secret.

*flashback 1 1/5 years ago*

The party was loud and intense with black lights and paint everywhere, I saw them from across the room. I walked up to them, and they turned to look at me, our eyes locking on each other. My heart started to flutter as they flashed a cheeky smile towards me. They grabbed my hand and it felt electric, like this is where I needed to be.  We went to a room up stairs, I was shoved in as they closed and locked the door behind them.

“Time to stop playing theses fucking games” was whispered as they walked up to me.

Then our lips crashed into each other, it was instant passion. I felt my knees go weak and my temperature rise, the cool mint breath washed all over me; I never wanted this to end. We fell together on the bed and my shirt was instantly ripped off my body and our lips smashed into each other again. I sat up with them straddling me as their hands flew down to my pants and began undoing them…

I slipped up… this was wrong…

*present time*

I went home and just laid atop my sofa, I was drained having to deal with Leighton, and having to keep my secret calm.

Why all the sudden everyone wanted to freak out was beyond me.  Fuck! I kept thinking as I ran my fingers through my hair. I rolled over and yelled into the couch, “FUCK MY FUCKING LIFE!!! WHY DID I EVEN START THIS! IF I COULD ONLY TURN BACK TIME”

I guess at some point I fell asleep because I woke up to a pounding on my door and then I realized it was pitch black in my flat. Frustrated, I walked to the door flinging it open, but my frown instantly went to a smile as I stared into those beautiful eyes.

Leighton POV

I got home around 5 am; I went to see if Lou was here. Of course he wasn’t, he was probably with whatever girl he was shaggin.

But, I don’t care. I’m in too good a mood, I’m almost euphoric. I wish I could explain the feeling and the rush tonight gave me. But words would do no justice, nothing could compare.

I limped over to the shower; I think I pulled a muscle during tonight’s events. The shower felt so good I watched my makeup and paint from the party as they ran down the drain. I was standing under the shower head starting to drift off to sleep when my phone rang.

It was Harry, I picked up but he didn’t say anything. All I heard was some shifting and movement as if he was walking around with the phone in his pocket. I was about to hang up when I heard a deep ‘mmmmm’ merge forward from the back of his throat.

I instantly fell to my knees on the bathroom floor, I couldn’t breathe! Was this really happening? I threw on a pair of sweats and a shirt and sped to Harry’s flat. His car was there it didn’t make any sense, what happened to seeing his mum. My blood started to boil as I unlocked his door and let myself in, I instantly became engulfed in the sound of loud music, moans and passionate screams.

I ran up the stairs and down the corridor to his room, I stood in front of his door and flung it open.  They didn’t hear me so I walked over to his stereo and knocked it to the floor breaking it into a thousand pieces.

His head snapped and turned to look at me, his mouth dropped and I stood there frozen, Harry hurried to climb off top and quickly pulled on a pair of shorts.

Whoever he was with stayed hidden under the covers, they had their head under a pillow when I walked in and when I broke the stereo they stayed under hiding from me.

“you aren’t gonna show your fucking face of what stupid bitch?”

I started to run towards the bed when Harry took a step closer to me, but before his foot even finished the first step I was gone.

I needed out before I snapped.

Niall POV

I got home around 4am, my parents we’re out of town so I was alone, I walked in the door kicking my shoes off and leaving them where ever they landed. I went to the kitchen and grabbed some stuff to make a sandwich, I was hungry. I had worked up an appetite, this mystery girl was amazing.

I kept thinking about how she moved on top of me, how her lips felt against mine. I thought about how her tattoo moved as she clinched her thighs, the color her skinned changed to as our body heat started to rise, the way our bodies moved in sync with each other.

I was just getting out of the shower when I heard a knock at my door, I pulled on my basketball shorts and walked to the door, it was almost 6 am, who was showing up this early? I hadn’t even gone to sleep yet, I was exhausted.

I opened the door and took in a gulp of air as Leighton crashed into my arms, tears running down my bare chest. I was taken aback at how tight she was squeezing me; I quickly wrapped my arms around her and walked her to the living room. She dug her feet into the floor “I just wanna lay down Niall, please?” she said barely audible, she was shaking and I didn’t know what was wrong or what I could do to make her feel better. I wrapped my arm around her waist as I led her up to my bedroom and laid her in my bed.

She rolled to her side and grabbed a pillow clutching it tight, I just sat there and watched. I felt helpless, this girl had become one of my really good friends and seeing her like this was killing me.

Her phone started to buzz and she pulled it out of her pocket opening the text.

‘From My babe<3:

Please come back Leighton, I can explain everything. Just give me a chance.’

She groaned before violently tapping her phone her fingers moving at record pace.

‘To My babe<3:

Fuck off Harry; keep pumping into your little bitch!

I AM SO DONE!’

She sent it, turned off her phone, and then threw it into the wall. She chipped some of the paint she looked over to me sitting on the edge of the bed

“I’m s-sorry N-nia-ll” She struggled to get out

“It’s okay Leighton” as I finished saying her name she pulled me down to her making my lay next to her. She buried her face into my still bare chest and continued to cry.

I felt so bad for her…