Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction) (*ON HOLD*)

Chapter Six

Amy's P.O.V

I got up from my rumpled bed cover and thumped down the stairs lazily to get myself some cornflakes. As I ate them, last night’s happenings dawned on me. Niall Horan had kissed me and we might have been going out! I shovelled down my breakfast hastily and charged up the stairs to check the time.

It was only eight o clock in the morning. But I was wide awake and remembering the way his smooth lips felt against mine and the warmness of his hand when he held mine. It was one of the best feelings in the world. I should have gone back to sleep seeing as I probably looked a horrible sight right then, only just up out of bed. My pillow seemed to create me new hairstyles every day! I looked at my hair in the mirror: one side was flat and ecstatic and the other side was messy and sticking up.

I sat on my bed with a thump and lay down trying to think. My thoughts were clouded with the amazing memories of Niall holding my hand and kissing me and not knowing what was going to happen next. I knew what I wanted to happen next, but did he? Was it just a one off? And if so, then what would happen to our friendship now?

Or did he actually want to be with me? I suppose I'd just have to wait for him to text or call me. Every time I thought of last night I smiled. It was actually happening to me! I might have found someone who was the one for me! I was sure from that first day we met that he was the one for me. But I was unsure as to whether I was the one for him. Maybe I was.

I went back to sleep for an hour or so. I fell asleep thinking about Niall and the possibilities...

Niall's P.O.V

I woke up, turned over and groaned. I was such a damn heavy sleeper! I then turned onto my stomach and put my head in my arms trying to clear my head.

FREAKING HELL! I had kissed Amy! I had finally done it! And she had kissed me back!

I got my phone off the bedside table. The first thing that came up was loads of notifications from Twitter. I scrolled my way through them, scanning them quickly. Nothing important. I deleted them all and clicked 'compose message' and started typing to her.

'Hiya!'

I couldn’t think of anything else to put so I just left it at that for now. Her reply came back almost instantly as if she'd been waiting for me to call or text her.

'Hey xxx'

I replied back to her.

'Um, about last night. Was that nothing or do you really like me? Cos I like you xx'

Again, her reply came back only barely a minute later.

'Of course I like you too! I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t! xx'

I suddenly had an inspiration of what to write. I needed to hold the conversation. She was just so breath takingly, amazingly, beautifully perfect. I didn’t want someone 'model perfect'. Amy was just perfect in her own way. Every time I was near her, I got a warm rush go through my body and I knew it was early but I think I was falling in love. I so wanted to make this work and I was determined not to mess it up. I attempted to text back to her.

'Good, I've liked you for ages anyway. Which I'm sure you were highly aware of. Do you want to-?'

I got cut off by my phone vibrating from another text. I opened it:

Hey mate! Can we all meet up today? We need to plan for the tour! See you in half an hour ;)'

Well it looked like I wasn't seeing Amy then. I'd have to message her and apologize. What impression was I making now? Did it look like I didn't have time for her now? I messaged her.