Sexting Niall Horan

Chapter 10

*Ella's P.O.V.*

"She's... she's dead. Natalie killed her self just a few hours ago. I-I knew I had to call you."

Suddenly, the phone falls to the floor. Natalie. Dead. Gone. No.

My knees hit the floor, tears rushing out of my eyes. My best friend. The one who knew everything about me... Is gone.

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!" I scream at the floor.

"WHY WHY WHYY?!"

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"Ella? Ella are you okay?" Hands grab the sides of my shoulders and shake me. My eyes fly open, my hand flys up and hits Niall in the face. He jerks back and moves his hand to his face. I sit up and cover my mouth

"Fuck I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to!" I quickly get up and rush to him.

"Hey it's okay. You didn't know it was me. Why were you screaming?" I relax and then time back up.

"Just a bad dream" I'm not lying. It was. But it wasn't just a 'dream'.

"Okay... You okay ?" He asks concerned and sits down onto my mattress.

"Yeah I'm fine. When are you leaving?" His concerned look drops and his lips turn into a straight line.

"I don't know. Do you want me to go?"

"Oh no no you can stay, I was just wondering." He nods and stands up.

"Hold on one sec." He stands up and leaves the room. Time to change quickly. I hop off my bed and rush toward my dresser. I unclasp the itchy bra and dig through my drawer to find a more comfortable one. As soon as I find one the door creeks.

"Niall is that you?" I ask without turning around.

"Yeah. Do you not have a bra on?"

"No Niall I don't can you leave so I can change."

"Okay" the door closes and I turn around. Thank god he didn't use his boy mind and think about staying in the room while pretended to close the door.

I snap on the bra and put on a Nirvana tshirt and shorts on. I look in my body mirror and frown. I hate my body. I hate myself. I'm so ugly. I stare closer at my face and pick out my flaws. My nose is shaped funny. My teeth are crooked. My eyes don't line up right. My lips aren't smooth enough. I frown once again. I'm fat. Why can't I be pretty... I need to release this... but without Niall here so he won't hear me cry.

When I walk in the living room Niall is sitting down on the couch on his phone.

"Knock" I say annoyed and sit next to him while pushing my feet under me. He chuckles and locks his phone.

"I wish you would've been turned around" He smirks and scoots closer.

"Whatever." I punch him playfully on his arm.

"Why'd you do that last night? Leave me hangin' all horny?" He fake pouts. Which might I add is fucking adorable.

"I wasn't going to strip completely for you. While you weren't looking I spit the vodka in that cup beside you." He turns over and stars at the glass cup.

"So you weren't drunk?" He asks stunned I would do such a thing.

"Nope. Maybe a little tipsy but not drunk" I laugh quietly and smile.

"You suck."

"You suck" I copy him in a manly voice and stand tall, like a man would do.

"Stop." He says and rolls his eyes.