Sexting Niall Horan

Chapter 13

"Please answer me... I've called so many times and I KNOW you're mad but please talk to me. I'll tell you everything." I stop the voicemail and delete it. I don't care what he says. I'm not going to get overly attached to him. I won't let him win.

N: *come on babe.*

E: *go away already.*

N: *Please talk to me.*

E: *no.*

N: *okay. Whatever. You'll see.*

I close out of kik and sigh. I hear the microwave begin to beeb. Yay! My hot pocket is ready. I jump out of bed and run to the kitchen. I open the microwave door and slowly pull out my wonderful and delicious item. I lay it on a paper towel and lick my lips.

Before I can even bite into the steamy goodness, I hear someone knock. Must be Cam. She said she was coming over whenever she had free-time. I sigh and wipe my hands on my shorts. I jog towards the door and open it.

"Hey Cam-" I stop when I see Niall. I try to shut the door but he wedges his foot into the door.

"I'm not leaving." He says and pushes the door. I try with everything I have, to try and keep it closed. But I fail miserably, Niall over powers me. He opens the door and slips in.

"Get out before I call the cops." I warn and reach for my phone.

"You won't call the cops."

I huff and put my hands on my hips. "Don't tempt me." I say and snatch my phone off of the counter.

"Don't." He grabs my wrists in his hands.

"Niall get off of me that hurts." I pull and tug and my hands but I fail... again.

"Let me talk and I'll let you go."

"Fine." I give in. He let's go of my wrists. I groan and slump on the couch.

"The other day. I was drunk-" He starts off

"Okay you've explained. Bye now." I stand up but he pulls me back.

"No. I'm not done." He rolls his eyes and takes his sunglasses off. "that girl, she threw herself at me. We were very drunk and when she kissed me, it caught me off guard. I didn't know she was going to do that. Whenever I saw you, is whenever I told her to get off of me." he sighs and leans against the arm of the couch.

"Okay." I say blankly and shrugging my shoulders. "You can leave now." I wave goodbye and smile.

"Jesus you have an attitude." Niall huffs and looks at me.

"Good." I cross my arms and smirk.

"Makes me wanna... do bad things to you. Teach you a lesson." He presses his hand against my thigh and starts to go up.

"Now is not the time for joking around." I swat his hand away and move away from him.

"Who said I was joking." He smirks and scotches closer.

"Niall. No." I try to look away but I can't. His eyes are so mesmerizing. Anyone can so very easily get lost in his ocean blue eyes.

He chuckles and places his hand against my thigh again. I can't help but to bite my lip.

"You like that don't you? I'm not even doing anything to you and you're going crazy... down there." He nods his head towards my area. He's right. I am going crazy. But I'll never admit that to him. It'll make him have a big head.. even though he already does.

He eyes my low cut tank top. "I like that shirt." He says, his fingers slowly reaching into my shorts.

"Niall. S-stop." I say and remove his hand. He's so close now, I'm leaning against the arm rest. He holds my wrists and pins them to the couch.

"I could do anything I wanted to you right now," he stops and chuckles. "And you'd let me."