Forgotten (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

Niall's pov

My heart started to pound as I thought about my last block class that I had with her.

She thinks I'm such an asshole.

Why did she keep adjusting her sleeves like that? She didn't... No she wouldn't.

Maybe she did.

It's all my fault.

"Hey Niall." Jess poked me in the back. Not this bitch again.

"What." I snapped, her smile was evil, she adjusted her shirt to reveal her cleavage.

Slut.

"Why don't you forget about your virgin Mary and come with me. She will never fuck you like I do." She smirked.

"Shut the fuck up. You don't even know her." I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh but I do, why are you doing it Niall, so you can say you haven't just been with sluts? So you can say you have had a real relationship? I call fucking bullshit."

She wants me to explode, she wants me to give in.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you right now and thats exactly what you are pushing for, if I were you I would shut the fuck up, before the entire school knows you have Herpes." I breathed deeply, trying to control my anger. Her eyes widened.

"You wouldn't." She challenged.

"Oh but I would." I smiled. "Goodbye Jess." I said before turning on my heel and walking away.

"She's a dumb whore who is your fucking charity case!" she called after me.

Holy shit. I'm gonna kill her.

I turned around.

"She's not my fucking charity case you ignorant slut. I like her. So shut the fuck up and mind your own goddamn business." I barked. Her eyes widened in horror.

"Fuck you!" She screamed, "I'm not a slut!"

"TELL THAT TO ALL THE GUYS YOU'RE SCREWING." I shouted. I turned down the hallway with my books. Fuck her.

I saw Charlie's beautiful face as she climbed the stairs. I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall . My lips met hers in a feverish manner. Her tongue melted into mine and it felt like perfection.

She broke away.

"Hello to you too." She smiled. People stared at us as they passed but I couldn't give less than a fuck.

"Hi baby." I purred.

"Are you always like this in public?" She groaned trying to break my grip.

"Always, I like it because the other guys know you're mine." I smirked. She rolled her eyes.

"You're very possessive do you know that?" She smiled.

"That's what turns you on, that's what you told me." I rasped.

"Shut up." She said, playfully hitting my chest. I could feel her tensing. She locked her thighs together.

She's so turned on right now.

"I like you." I whispered in her ear. I felt her shiver under my touch. Her eyes not looking into mine but at her shoes. My hands gripped her waist. Her tongue wet her beautiful lips.

"I like you too." She whispered. "I have to go or I'm gonna be late." She told me, struggling to pry my fingers from her hips.

"I have to goooo." She whined, slipping out from under me.

I just nodded. She would fight me on it if I tried to keep her.

"Bye princess." I said, before pecking her lips one more time. "Meet me in the upstairs girls bathroom at 1:30." I winked.

Charlie's POV

"Why would I-" and then it hit me. We are going to do SOMETHING in the bathroom. During school.

That's hot.

No somebody could see us.

I could feel the ache for him throughout my body. His smile was so large when I finally understood.

"No." I warned. He put out his bottom lip.

"Come on baby," his lips found my ear, "I know how wet you are for me right now." His husky voice growled. A whimper escaped my lips. My

Mouth dropped open, I gasped.

"You want to and I know it, I can feel it." He whispered. His bright blue eyes darkened. I walked down the hallway to my class, this constant battle fighting me pulling me back and forth.

DO IT. The horny side of me screamed.

DONT YOULL GET CAUGHT. The brains of my body shouted. And do you know who won?

My fucking vagina, that's who.

As I stepped into my Spanish class my teacher greeted us.

"Hola clase." She smiled. My eyes strained to see the clock from the back of the room. It's 1:15. The nerves coursing through my body were unsettling.

I want him.

He kissed me in front of everyone.

As much as I hate that, I was so glad he did because I now can finally know I'm not his secret. He seemed so angry when he saw me. His beautiful features were contorted. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes narrowed. Then we made eye contact. His face softened. And he kissed me.

I could feel the smile growing on my lips from this memory.

It's 1:25. Holy shit.

I raised my hand.

"¿Puedo ir al baño?"