Just Friends?

Chapter 14:

Chapter 14:

"Yes?" I waited in anticipation. Why was I yearning for one answer?

"What if we promise each other that no matter how we feel afterwards we will leave it at that, so as not to ruin our friendship"

"Ok" I answered far too quickly. I hope he doesn't think I'm too eager.

"Because really we can't say that we're not best friends until we know we're not that" he sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

"Yeah, if anything it will strengthen our relationship."

What am I, an English teacher?

"Yes" he agreed.

But it was silent again. How did the conversation come to this. I was a little excited, ok I was pretty excited. But I was also scared. No, push that out of my brain. I'm not going to reject him, ill regret it if I do.

"So should we?" I looked up to him for the first time since we started this conversation. His eyes were now fully awake, and he was a deeper shade of red in his cheeks, he must be too hot with two people in this enclosed space.

"I guess now is as good a time as any" he smiled a half smile. I think it was an action to reassure not only me but him too.

I met his eyes and his head began to move down towards mine. I felt his breath on my lips and a second later they were met with his. A match was lit between us and a fire ignited deep within me. I was concerned for a moment, I've never felt a kiss like this before. But I liked it too much to be concerned for too long. Our lips were two jigsaw pieces, made for one another. His mouth was soft and tasted of mint toothpaste. He pulled away after a few seconds, both of us panting.

He brought his hand up to my cheek and brushed my hair behind my ear. His touch felt different than ever before. It's like a switch was turned on inside me, and I don't know if it's capable of being turned off. I caught his eyes and they looked into me so intently I thought they would explode.

I have never seen Niall like this before, sure I've seen him shifting girls. We've been to a countless number of parties together. But I've never been the girl receiving the kiss, until now. And I wanted more.

Neither of us said a word and before I knew it our mouths were connected again. To my content. He was soft to start with, slower and barely touching my lips. But then he stopped for a second, and this felt like a year. A thousand questions ran threw my head. Did he not like this? As if answering my question his mouth grew closer again and met my lips once more. This kiss was harder and more intense. A fire had started in me. A party was being hosted in my head. I could feel his warm body against me and his chest breathing rapidly beside me. I was causing his heart to beat that way. I smiled under his lips.

I brought my hands up to his hair and ran my fingers threw it. He held my face in his hands, pulling it towards him. I don't know how long it lasted but it was a daze to me. I have never kissed someone so passionately and it has never felt so good. I didn't want it to end. I was happy to live here, in this moment. Forever.

However life doesn't work like that.

We parted mouths, panting, and I searched his eyes to find his expression. I couldn't read it. It was like there was a barrier before him and I couldn't get past it. I was hypothetically jumping up and down to find his feelings. Did he like it as much as I did? Did he like it at all? What if he was shocked by how bad a kisser I was? What if he just kissed me back to let me down gently? This silence was driving me insane! What do I say to him.

And then I remembered what he had said before, and what we both agreed. What if we promise each other that no matter how we feel afterwards we will leave it at that, so as not to ruin our friendship. No matter what we felt we are still friends. My happiness slowly dissolved as I realised what I had to say.

I lay my head on his shoulder to hide my sad expression and so as not to humiliate myself even further.

"Best friends?" I asked him, foolishly clinging on to the hope that his answer would be different to the inevitable.

We lay there for a while in silence and I felt his hand slowly brush my hair from my face, still unable to see my expression.

"Best friends" he agreed

Or are we?