What We're Gonna Be- Niall Horan (Sequel to I Wanna Save You Tonight)

Chapter 15

Niall and  I spent the whole day in bed, just loving eachother. We were in bed, as we spooned, as my phone went off. It was off Curtis..oh god I had forgotten to reply to him.

"Shit," I muttered, unlocking the phone as Niall lifted his head, to see the problem.

The message read 'Hey Soph, seeming as you're not replying...I just need to drop something off? Be round in 10 minutes xxxxxxx'

"What is it?" Niall asked, kissing my shoulder.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck. Curtis is coming round in 10 minutes." I sighed, panicking.

"Ugh, why?! Let me see that text," Niall sighed, holding out his hand as I gave him the phone, his eyes widened at the amount of kisses Curtis had put aswell. “Oh Jesus, what does he need to drop off?”

“Some book that I let him borrow for his English I think..” I murmured.

“Mehhh, I wanted the day in bed with you…” Niall pouted, pulling me back down into the bed.

“That’s all I wanted aswell. I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s not your fault, but seeming as he is coming round, do you mind me testing something out? Just to put my mind at rest?” Niall asked. What on earth could he be talking about?

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t fully trust him around you. I think he wants to be more than friends if I’m honest. So I was thinking that you could pretend that I’m not here and I could hide up here, and I want to see how he acts around you alone..” he explained.

“What the fuck, Niall? No! He’s only my friend, he’s hardly going to try anything is he?” I told him sternly.

“Soph, please? I just feel he’s hiding something, pretty please?” he asked, making a pouty face.

“Right. Okay.” I sighed. “Come on then, he’ll be here in like 5 minutes.” I sighed.

I rolled out of bed, walking over to my drawer and taking a pair of knickers and a matching bra, putting them on. Niall whistled at me, giving a cheeky wink. I just stuck my tongue out in return, winking back. I went into my wardrobe and took out a small pair of Hollister shorts and I found Niall’s football jersey which was huge on me, it came down to my mid thigh. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and wiped my face with a make up wipe, quickly applying some foundation, mascara and lip balm. When I was done, Niall had changed into some sweatpants and an Ireland t-shirt. There was a knock at the door, I mentally rolled my eyes.

“If  you need me, just shout me okay?” Niall told me.

“Niall, he’s not some sort of physco-rapist, you know,” I scolded him.

“All the same,” he sighed as  he sat on the bed on his phone.

I jogged down the stairs and opened the door to Curtis. I was immediately greeted by a warm hug from me, a little too friendly for my liking.

“Hey hun,” he grinned.

“Um, hi,” I slightly smiled, ignoring the nickname he just gave me. “Come into the kitchen, do you want a drink?” I asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll have a coffee please,” he smiled. I nodded my head and walked over to the cupboard where the coffee was kept. I had to stand on my tiptoes to get the coffee jar out of the cupboard, which when I did, my top rose, showing my small shorts, and I could definitely feel Curtis’ eyes burning into me. If Niall was down here with me, he would probably already have Curtis by the throat.