The Fighter

Chapter Sixteen

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"Hey Niall," I smile weakly as he takes a seat next to me.

"Long time no see," he grins.

"Yeah, what's up? How have you been?"

"I've been great. I really miss you," Niall pulls my hands from out of my lap and holds them in his.

"I miss you too," I smile.

I don't even know if I miss him. I've never really thought about him when I was with Harry or Liam. I guess I just said it so I wouldn't see him sad.

"So, do you wanna hang out or something?" Niall's cheeks turn light pink, like they always do when he gets afraid I'll reject him.

My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket and it startles me, causing me to jump. I pull it out halfway so I can see the screen. It's Liam. I push the 'off' button on my phone and turn my attention back towards Niall.

"Sure," I smile as I pick up my bag and stand up.

* Liam's P.O.V *

"What the fuck Emily?" I push her off of me, making her gasp in surprise.

"I thought you said I was amazing," she grins as she runs her fingers across my shirt.

"That was a few days ago," I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Well how about we go into the bathroom," she pulls me down by my shirt and whispers in my ear.

Fuck. I can't do this to Vanessa. I don't even know what we are. We said 'I love you' last night. I don't even know if I meant it.

"Come on baby. Your curly haired friend left with another boy. They're probably fucking right now, so we should too," she nibbles on my ear.

I sigh in defeat as I walk off into the one person bathroom. After about a minute or two Emily walks in and locks the door.

"Lets do it from behind this time," she winks.

She bends over the sink and raises her shirt, tight dress, revealing her bum. I should've known she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Come on baby, I'm waiting," she giggles as she blows kisses into the mirror.

I unbuckle my pants and walk over to her.

"Lets do it hard," she says as soon as I enter her.

I start out slow until I hear her plead. I slowly pick up the pace when I hear her moan.

She isn't as tight as Vanessa. She probably gets rammed into by hundreds of boys.

What the fuck? Why am I comparing her to Vanessa?

"Come on Liam," she tries to move her body back and forward.

* Vanessa's P.O.V *

Niall casually tries to hold my hand, so I place them into my pants pockets. I don't want him to catch feelings for me again. Now that I think about it, I want Liam... Or Harry. Either one would be amazing.

"So, where have you been?" he starts to ruffle his perfect blonde hair that is raised into a small quiff.

"Just hanging out," I half lie.

He doesn't know about Liam and I. Or at least what we use to be. I'm still not sure about it, so I don't want to tell anyone until I know for myself.