STORM | Niall Horan |

Finally Confessed

Chapter 13

“What are you doing here, Niall?”

My eyes furrowed, staring at him in disbelief then gazing back at Caleb, whom seemed somehow… frozen. “I could ask you the exact same question,” the blonde replied, raising his hand and pointing at the muscular male next to me with a questioning, yet pissed off look.

He always got so damn jealous. We weren’t even dating, but then again I became envious too whenever I saw him with another girl, which was rarely, but still occasionally happened. As far as I knew, jealousy was either as sign of mistrust, or love. Or both. I wasn’t really sure.

“I can’t remember having to give you an explanation for everything I do,” I responded sassily, and even though I really didn’t want to bitch him out, I couldn’t hold myself back. I guess the events of the past few months made my personality a little less friendly.

But who could blame me? I lost my boyfriend, almost got raped, met Niall, almost kissed Niall, then made out with Niall… Holy shit. What would come next? I was afraid because the answer seemed obvious, yet I refused to mention it, even in my mind.

“Um, I need to go, the others are waiting for me…” Caleb spoke up, nervously scratching the back of his neck while looking over at me with an apologetic smile. “I’ll text you later, okay?” I nodded and he turned around on his heels, hurrying back into the restaurant while I was left alone with an angry Irishman.

“I’ll text you later, okay?” He mimicked Caleb’s deep voice and made a grimace, stepping forward towards me, glancing down at me with envy and hatred sparkling within his eyes, but the hate was not directed towards me, now was it? It somehow didn’t feel like it.

Grabbing my wrist, he lifted my hand, pulling me closer into his chest as I tried to refuse, but ended up pressing against him anyways. “We need to discuss some serious business, Jolie,” He suddenly murmured into my ear, and my eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Out of all the things I would expect Niall to say, this was basically my last choice. I looked up at him with an anxious expression and he placed his hand on my cheek, cupping it while I remained quiet, letting him do as he wished.

He offered going to a café to speak, but I refused, too curious to wait until then. I wanted to know what it was. Now. Noting that he couldn’t change my mind, he pulled me to the side of the pavement, scanning the area to make sure no one was around and pushing me softly against the wall, placing his hands at each side of my head.

“I told you already, I’m not good for you,” he began, and I interrupted him. “Hey, I thought we were past this whole ‘You shouldn’t be around me’ shit you pulled off months ago.” His words from way back then when we were at the Millenium for the first time entered my head, and kept replaying like an echo.

“Yeah, but I mean it, Jolie. You don’t know all of me, and there are sides of me I wish you’d never find out about, but the deal is, I’ve told myself that I would make you mine in another life, but not this one. Everything’s just too complicated.” He let out a small sigh, gazing down at the ground, his breathing was brushing against my skin.

His words caught me off guard. When the hell did Niall learn to express his actual emotions except for hiding them behind that monotone mask he pulled off most of the time, to everyone except for me? I remained silent, and then decided to give him a simple answer.

“Just trust me, and I might be yours in this life.” My brown irises glanced at his face as my hand arose; the fingertips of my digits were placed underneath his chin, slowly pushing his head up so that he would face me again.

His facial features were puzzled; he seemed like he was completely speechless and didn’t know what to do. His ocean blue eyes stared deeply into mine and I felt my heart melting, which only verified that the little crush I was supposedly having on him turned out to be more.

No matter what it was, I was completely sure that I wanted Niall to take a bigger part in my life than he previously had been. I smiled hesitantly as we stood there in silence, my back was still pressing against the wall. His lips curled up as well and he showed his teeth, the crinkles under his eyes became visible as he smiled widely.

No words were spoken; just the silence and our eye contact basically did all the work for us. We looked at each for what seemed like an eternity when both of his hands moved away from the bricks behind me and one arm wrapped around my waist.

The other was gently tracing my cheek as I could feel both of them heating up, my pale arms slowly wrapped around his neck as we came closer, our eyes shut when our lips finally found each other, his fingers pulled my head further towards him as we shared our first real kiss.

My heart began to bump incredibly fast against my chest and I knew that this was definitely the right feeling to have during an action like this. We didn’t go further by getting our tongues involved, pulling away while staring at each other with loving eyes.

“Ever since that night I saved you, I knew that you would leave a permanent mark on me. Guess what? You did.”

“Yeah, and where?”

“On my heart.”

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Sorry if the chapter is short, I just thought that this was a really good time to end it. C: Their feelings are finally official, and what a surprise, both feel the same way (Note the sarcasm). Anyways, as I mentioned in the previous chapter, the drama is slowly going to make its appearance, and you'll find out shocking things about Niall and the people who surround him.

Everything is not what it seems. ;) x

Oh, and I'm dedicating this chapter to @writetospeak. She's like the only person I actually have had a proper conversation with on wattpad and yeah. :B Ily but don't tell anyone, k?