The Unlucky Pick // Sequel to TLP

Chapter 24

Niall Horan's POV

It had been almost two weeks since Meg and I had first kissed since our break-up, and since then she had been messing with my head and was really beginning to stress me out.

She would kiss me and act as though she loved me, but whenever I asked her if she loved me or if we could be a couple again, she would reply with a simple "no" each time, and every time that "no" left her lips, it made me one step closer to having a breakdown.

I don't know if she even noticed, but it was beginning to really get to me when she said she didn't love me. I didn't know what she was trying to pull or what was going through her head, but it really hurt me. Not only emotionally, but sometimes I would get an actual feeling of pain in my heart out of sadness. Her tone whenever she said it made it worse. It was so simple and blunt, as if she couldn't have been bothered how I felt. I kept telling myself to never kiss her again, but whenever she kissed me, it was practically impossible for me not to kiss back.

It seemed as though she was purposely trying to hurt me and fuck with my emotions, and if she was - she was sure as hell succeeding.

"Niall," Meg's voice snapped me back to reality and I looked to her to see a small smirk on her lips. I couldn't help but sigh, knowing what was coming next.

"Come here," she murmured in a sultry tone.

"Why?" I said, my voice coming out in a slightly harsh way.

She rolled her eyes in a playful way and then asked, scooting closer to me, "What are you thinking about?"

I shrugged and scratched the back of my neck. "I dunno. Just... everything."

I glanced back to her to see her staring at me with a smile.

"I love the way you talk. Your voice, and the way your lips move. It's perfect," she informed me, the smile staying on her lips.

"Oh." I wasn't sure how to react to her words. "Well, thanks I --" I was unable to complete my sentence, as Meg put her lips against mine. Usually, she would kiss me in a desperate kind of way - full of intensity and passion, but this time, she kissed me softly and slowly. 

As anticipated, I found myself unable to abstain from kissing her due to the feeling that became apparent in my stomach when her lips were against mine, and although I had previously told myself countless times to resist her, I melted into the kiss.

The kiss remained soft and unhurried, and it wasn't long before I pulled away to look at her.

"Meg?" I asked, my voice quiet because I wasn't confident at all about what I was about to ask. "Do you love me?"

A small smile came upon her lips, and she shrugged. It was as if she was enjoying seeing me so stressed out about her.

"No, Megan, answer me." My voice was firm and I looked at her seriously, determined to get a proper answer out of her. If she said no this time, I was done. Done with lying to myself and convincing myself she truly loved me. It wasn't that easy, though. I couldn't - no matter what - let her go, and I wasn't sure why. It frustrated the hell out of me.

She simply shrugged.

I didn't want to make her angry, because she had been acting really moody and cranky lately, but I was finding it hard to contain the anger and frustration that had been building up inside me for the past two weeks. Through gritted teeth, I muttered, "Answer me. Yes, or no."

She looked as though she wasn't phased at all by the frustration in my tone. She smiled at me and said, "no."

I let out a deep sigh and shut my eyes in pain - emotional pain - and ran a hand through my hair. I lightly pushed Megan away from me and shook my head as I stood up, feeling the need to cry as well as a lump form in my throat.