He ( Niall Horan )

Chapter 3.

This chapter will be a little bit awkward so if you don't like awkward scenes skip this part ♥ xx

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Charlie's POV

When I said that I am a virgin, everyone started laughing, except Niall. Well, that's surprising. I burry my face in my hands and start crying. I stand up and run out of the house. I sit on a stone infront of the house and start sobbing like a maniac. Rain begins to fall. It is raining cats and dogs. After a few seconds I am soaked to the skin. Illing will be. I felt someone's hands on my shoulders. I twitch and turn around. It's Niall.

"What do you want from me? You came to laugh at me too?" I say angrily and push his hands off my shoulders. He sits down next to me and leans on his knees so he can see my face.

"Getting sick here huh?" He asks and chuckles. I look up at him and look back down again. He's the last person I want to talk to.

"Niall, please. Leave me alone. I need to be alone now. You'll only hurt me more than I am now." I say and wipe the tears away so I can see clearly.

"Last thing I want to do to you is to hurt you" he says and glances at his shoes.

'What did I just heard?'

"C'mon let's go inside. No one wants to be ill last week of school"

I take his hand and slowly stand up. We walked into the house and Niall pulls me upstairs.

"Niall! I am not going to that room again! I don't want to see any of them there" I shout and he stops.

"We're not going there. Trust me."

Can I trust him? Can I trust the guy who hates me and I hate him even more? What the hell is going on in my head?!

We run upstairs and entered in a room. I think it was Toms' parent's room. It has a black walls. Bed is covered with beige and white sheets. On the bed are four pillows. Two large pillows and two small pillows. Curtains are also beige. There's a little glass table and white leather couch on the left of the room. On the right side of the room is a huge bookshelf full of books. Niall releases my hand and I walk to the bookshelf. It's full of old british novels and poems. Too bad they are all destroyed and full of dust. I hear footsteps and I know that Niall is coming closer. Suddenly I feel his arms around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I ask confusly and look at him. He turns me around and cup my cheeks. "Niall don't please I don't kn-" he cuts me off by pressing his lips on mine.

I lift my hands to shove him but I put them back down. Our lips are moving in sync, again. I don't know what should I do with my hands so I put them on his chests and slightly move them to his shoulders and back. He presses me on the bookshelf and couple of books fell down. I smile into the kiss and Niall moves me back from a shelf and walk towards the bed. We fall on it, not breaking a kiss. He slowly plays with the hem of my shirt, lifts it up and than puts it back down. Finally he pulls back from a kiss just to take my white shirt off. A water is pouring out of the shirt. Niall throws it on the floor and look at my upper body. I am only in my black lace bra. My cheeks got red. I cross my arms to cover myself but Niall takes my hand and kiss my wrist.

"You don't have to hide, love. You're beautiful. I didn't know that you have that under your stupid one size bigger shirts" When he said 'that' he showed on my breasts.

"Well, thank you Mr.Horan. But I still hate you" I say and he laughes.

"Of course you do" He adds and kisses me again.

This time, the kiss is harder and not so sweet. He lays me down and climbes on me, not breaking the kiss. How many girls he has kissed like that? A hundreds.