Sexting Niall Horan

Chapter 36

His lips weren't as soft and warm as I expected them to be, but it felt good to have someone's lips against mine. Even if it were my exboyfriends, best friend.

Our lips moved roughly against each other's. He plopped me down on the bed, lifting my shirt up just a tad to rest his hand. My fingers were tangled so dee into his hair I would probably have to send a search party to find them.

My legs spread, wrapping around his torso. I slipped my hands into his shirt, feeling up his stomach and chest.

I suddenly grew angry. Not at Harry, but at Niall, the world.

This was so wrong. but I wanted it.

He moved his hand upward, cupping one of my breasts in his palm and massaging softy. He moved my shirt up to my neck, and pulling my bra down. Leaving my chest exposed to his eyes. When he began to kiss my chest I jolted a bit.

What was I doing.

"Are you okay?" He asked, removing his hand.

"I can't..." My voice came out barely above a whisper. He immediately got up, pushing his hair back into place and straightening his clothes with the palm of his hands. "I'm sorry, Ella." He said sighing deeply, "Maybe this was a mistake. We should keep this to ourselves yeah? If Niall finds out... he'll lose it." Harry said, shaking his head.

I nodded, agreeing with the idea of keeping this a secret.

"Maybe I should go? I've had a lovely time talking to you and erm, making out with you but I think it's best if I leave." He said walking towards the door.

"Friends?" I spoke up, in a questionable tone.

"Friends. Even though I've gotten a glimpse of your melons."

"... Did you just call my boobs melons?" I couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words.

"They are melons okay!" He said, holding his hands up in defense.

"Fine, melons. But let's forget you did. By the way, you're not a half bad kisser, styles."

"You aren't too bad yourself, Styles. Oh god why do we have the same last name." He shook his head and began walking downstairs. I followed closely behind, remembering that we did in fact have the same last names.

I walked Harry to the door, giving him a hug and a wave goodbye as he left. I immediately grabbed my phone off and turned it on. Since I had turned it off in the elevator to ignore the intense amount of phone calls I was getting from Niall.

As soon as my phone turned on it just about almost broke from all the buzzes.

N: Please. Answer me. We have to talk about this.
N: El?
N: I'm so sorry...
N: Let me explain please?
N: why won't you answer me.
N: What have I done.
N: I need you.
N: I miss you.
N: :(
N: I feel like a shit person.
N: I'm an absolute fucking idiot.
N: Please answer my calls...
N: Just one phone call
N: I know you hate me right now but let me explain.
N: Fuck.

As I read through all of the messages, my eyes grew watery and a lull formed in my throat.

I soon found myself dialing Niall's number and calling him.

I just want to fix this.