take care

eighteen

So I just had sex,

That's a great way to start a letter, isn't it? It's kinda odd considering the letter I wrote yesterday and now here I am telling you about how I had sex with Harry.

Oh yeah, I probably should have mentioned that it was with Harry. I mean, who else would it be? I'm not one to sleep around but I guess Harry's an exception. I don't know, just let me tell you the story and it will all make sense.

Well it all started after Harry came out of the bathroom. I had literally just finished the letter I wrote to you. He looked like absolute shit and I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. He wrapped his arms around me and bawled into my shoulder. He kept on saying that he couldn't believe that I had had to deal with all of that and that he should've been a better friend but I just shushed him and told him he did nothing wrong and that he should stop freaking.

I could tell that Harry wasn't one hundred percent okay, but he agreed anyways. He then kissed my cheek, then he kissed my other cheek, then my forehead, nose, chin, then everywhere on my face other than my lips. When he stopped we were staring at each other and I found his gaze focused on my lips. I couldn't help it, he was just so attractive at that moment and I kissed him.

I was so happy when he kissed me back. This kiss wasn't like our last one. Our last kiss was cute and passionate while this one was hungry and angry. He pushed me against the wall and I ran my hands through his hair as he bit my lower lip and slowly slid his tongue in my mouth. A moan escaped his lips as he started to tear my shirt off. I put my arm on his toned chest which caused a moan to escape from him and...

Wait, no I can't do this. It feels wrong to tell you the details of our makeout scene, especially since you used to have a little crush on him (don't even say that bullshit about how you didn't because honey, everybody knew that you liked him). So to very briefly tell you what happened, we managed to make it to our room with most of our clothes in tact, found Louis's birthday present to me, and simply enough had very rough sex.

Ugh, I'm not sure what we were thinking, Pen. It's nine am right now and Harry hasn't woken up yet after last night's encounter. I'm sore everywhere and extremely confused. Harry and I are just friends, nothing more. I mean for crying out loud Harry is straight! Why did we have sex last night?! We have no excuse this time, both of us were very sober, not a drop of alcohol in either of our systems.

I'm having some sort of de aj vu moment right now. Just like the last time, I trapped myself in the bathroom and waited for him to wake up. Shit, I can hear him waking up right now. He's calling my name... he's walking somewhere. Ok, now he's knocking on the door asking for me. He sounds upset right now and... shit I need to talk to him, don't I?

I'll update you later, Pen.

Take Care,

Niall

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A/N More Narry sex, yay! The next chapter is uneventful but very important! I can't wait for it. How do you guys like the Friday update? I'm already liking it better this way. So before I dedicate this to anyone, I'm going to be giving some shoutouts. I would like to thank narryscloset and notwakingup for helping me yesterday. Last night I started freaking out and panicking and I was on the verge of cutting myself. I posted something about it and these guys were quick to respond and really helped me. I messaged them for a couple of hours and it really helped me out. Thank you guys so much ♥ Also I would like to clarify that I didn't self harm and that if you ever feel the need to that I'm here for you. Today I'm dedicating this to britishidiot because her stories are amazing please check them out

Next Posting Date: February 14th (Valentines Day ♥)