Niall’s POV.
I vaguely remembered Harry getting up, mumbling something about going home, before I fell back asleep. When I finally woke up properly, it was well after 12. I rolled over onto my stomach, pulling the pillow over my head. i started to think of last night.
I’d been about to go and speak to Amy, before that dick Ashton had whisked her away. I don’t even know what I was planning on saying to her. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. And then there had been Lucy. So sweet and innocent, when really she’s just as easy as the rest of them. And then Amy, again. Thinking about her whilst i was in Lucy. What the fuck is wrong with me? I ended up cumming over a girl I didn’t really like, and who didn’t like me. The fuck is wrong with me?
it was then i realised i grown harder just thinking about Amy and the thoughts I’d had last night. Before I knew it, my hand was inside my boxers. Images were flashing through my mind, things that hadn’t ever happened and probably never would. Amy. Amy moaning my name. Amy, down under me. Amy, on top of me. Amy, it was always Amy. My orgasm hit me hard, completely unexpected. “Fuck.” I muttered to myself, rushing into the bathroom to clean myself up. Turning the shower on, I hopped in. The bonuses of having an en-suite bathroom.
As I stood under the warm water, I thought up a plan. Lately, I’ve been thinking of Amy more and more, to the point where I was apparently cumming over her. I needed to do something about this. I couldn’t keep getting boners every time I thought of her, she didn’t even like me, for fuck’s sake. If only she was one of the easy, slutty girls. That’s it. All I needed to do was shag Amy, then I’ll be over her! The only problem would be getting her to sleep with me, but if we were both drunk enough… well, let’s just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve for seducing girls.
Happy with my decision, I walked downstairs, not bothering to pull on a top. There were giggles and laughter coming from the living room, so I poked my head round the door. My younger sister, Sarah, ( PRETEND GUISE) and three of her little school friends were sitting on the floor painting each other’s nails. “Morning, girls!” I said cheerfully, trying to hold back a snort when all Sarah’s friends stared open-mouthed at my lack of t-shirt. I sauntered past into the kitchen, just catching one of them say “Oh my god, Sarah! Your brother is so handsome!” Handsome. Bitch, please. ‘Fit’ or ‘hot’ describe me better than handsome. Urgh. Kids.
I was just making myself a breakfast/lunch consisting of smoked salmon and cream cheese on toast, when the phone rang. “Yeah?” I answered, resting the phone on my shoulder as I put the food on a plate. Mum says I should answer the phone politely, like’ Hello, this is the Horan household, Niall speaking,” Yeah right. It was Harry, wanting to see if I was up, and what we were doing today. We arranged to meet at the park, as usual, so that I could tell him my plan about Amy. I could just see him rolling his eyes at me.
I went back upstairs and got dressed, pulling on my favourite pair of black skinnies, a tight t-shirt and leather jacket. After spending about ten minutes on my hair, I picked up my phone, left the room and jogged down the stairs. “Sarah! I’m going out. Dunno when I’ll be back. Tell Mum!” I said, shoving my feet in my old white trainers.
Once out of the house, I walked down to the park, hands buried deep in my jacket pockets. It was only September, and absolutely fucking freezing. Haz was waiting for me in our usual spot, on a bench just inside the park. “Alright, mate?” I asked, getting my packet of fags out and lighting one. I’ve been smoking for a little over a year now, and as hard as I try to stop, I just end up going back to it. I’m not a chain smoker, I probably get through a packet every few days, but it’s just a good way to pass the time. I held out the packet to Harry. “Thanks.” He said, taking one. (go along with it)
I sat down beside him on the bench. “What the fuck were you going on about on the phone? Something about Amy?” I nodded vigorously. “Yeah. I thought of a way to get her off my mind.” Harry raised an eyebrow as he let out the smoke. “How?” He was only asking to humour me, I know I get on his nerves going on about her all the time. I can’t even help it… there’s just something so intriguing about her. “Well, basically, I’m gonna fuck her.” I began. Harry burst out laughing. “Yeah, good one mate! I can see that happening!” I frowned. “What? If we get drunk at a party or something… I’ve gotten loads of girls to sleep with me!” He shook his head, still grinning. “Sorry mate, but I don’t think Amy will get with you even if you were the last man on earth.” I sat back moodily. “Doesn’t know what she’s missing.” I muttered. “Can’t you just forget about her? Get with another girl, or something?” he suggested. “I’ve tried that! I told you, it doesn’t work” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Fuck.” Haz sat back on the bench, taking the last drag of his cigarette. “Do you know what? I think you’re only like this about Ams because you know you can’t have her. It’s being attracted to something that you know you can’t have or something you know you shouldn’t do. Get me?” I nodded slowly, considering. He had a point. I was probably never going to get her into bed, as much as I hate to admit it. That’s never happened before with a girl. “That was deep, man.” I said. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Deep was not something Harry and I did.
A couple of hours later, Harry and I decided to call round at Louis’. We wanted to go to McDonalds for food, and Lou’s was on the way. Joe answered the door, telling us that he had gone round to Amy’s. We detoured through a tiny side street to the next road on, walked past Lou’s house, and finally arrived at Amy’s. Sheanswered the door. Smiling at Harry, they get on quite well, since they’re both into all that music crap and stuff. She just looked at me and turned back inside. We followed her through the house into the living room, where she and Lou had obviously been snuggling on the sofa. Haz went straight over to Lou, telling him about how he’d finally figured out some new drum thing for a song they were working on.
That left me and Amy standing awkwardly in the hall outside. “So, been getting up close and personal with Loueh, huh?” I said, winking at her. She turned towards me and frowned. I knew it wasn’t true, but anything to piss her off. “Suck my dick, Horan.” She practically spat at me. I raised an eyebrow, standing in front of the doorway. “Didn’t know you had one.” I saw Amy clench her hands into fists. “Get out of the way.” She tried to push past me, but I didn’t budge. She shoved against my chest, pushing with all her strength. I laughed, knowing it would just infuriate her. “Ugh!” She hit me in the chest. That was it. I grabbed her by the wrists, and moved round, so I had her pinned up against the wall. Our bodies were touching in just about everywhere imaginable. My breathing had quickened at being this close to her, and I noticed hers had too. She was looking up at me, her gaze locked on mine, her eyes wide. You could’ve cut the tension between us with a knife. The sexual tension. I eventually moved away, and Amy spun on her heel, practically running into the living room. I could tell she was a bit flustered by the way she was running her hands through her already messy hair. I couldn’t help but grin to myself. Maybe screwing Amy wasn’t going to be as hard as I’d thought.
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this is awkward, amy.
