If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 22 - Coughy and Sneezey

~Nialls P.O.V.~

That girl is so damn frustrating.

If she doesn't date mates then why the bloody hell did she kiss me back?!

I hate this feeling. The girl I love not feeling the same way. It hurt so much.

Tears brim in my eyes.

That kiss was absolutely amazing. Why can't she just admit it?! I loved that kiss. I wished it never ended. But sadly it did.

The feeling of her full lips against mine. The smell of her fruity shampoo and glorious perfume was still swimming inside of my nostrils. She was such a good kisser. And her lips were so soft. I missed the feeling of her soft skin against my calloused fingertips. The feel of her body up against mine. She was so feminine. Her body was perfectly sculpted and fit so well against my own.

I was a guy, of course I've glanced at her body while she wasn't looking. She had such a generous, beautiful heart, but her bum was so... God. I love a good bum and hers was phenomenal. She was so stunning. Her big hazel eyes and long brunette hair. She had a few blonde highlights in it that made her so much prettier. And her long tan legs and adorable fashion sense. She always looked so cute in her clothes. She had curves in all the right places. And not to mention, her pretty American accent. She didn't sound like a "Yankee" as most Americans call it even if she was a New Yorker. She sounded so innocent and sweet and like an average American. I just wanted to grab her and hold her body against mine and make her fall in love with me.

I've never been so caught up like this on any of the other girls I've developed feelings for in the past.

God, this sucks.

I look up, noticing my surroundings. Okay, where the hell am I?

Water droplets start to fall. Great. And now it's raining. I have no idea where I am and it's raining. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk! I groan and pull my hoodie up, turning around and walking back, trying to find the way.

~Zayn's P.O.V.~

I honestly don't blame Niall for storming off. I would've been angry, too. With all the mixed signals, of course. Honestly, kiss here and kiss there. Get told off even if she did respond to it.

I do blame him for making Katie cry, though. He was too harsh.

Rain drops start to fall, getting harder by the second. I curse under my breath and scoop her up bridal style.

"We gotta get her back before she gets sick," Liam says, being the sensible one as always.

I look down at my cousin's attire.

He's right. She was wearing a pair of short, light blue denim shorts and a big gray jumper. She'd freeze to death with the rain so cold.

She was shaking hard as she sobbed.

She needed a hot shower and a cup of tea right now.

I can only imagine how Nia-

"SHIT!" I bark.

"What?" Everyone looks at me with curious, confused, and dumbfounded looks.

"Niall doesn't know his way around Bradford!" I groan.

He's probably lost.

"Relax. You guys stay home with her and make sure she gets warm. Harry, Liam, and I will look for him," Louis announces.

It was about fifteen minutes before we got back to the house. Katie was a shivering mess.

She sneezes just as we pass through the front door. The lads take a car and look for Niall.