A Lie Is A Lie (Niall Horan)

19. Sex, Lies & The Videotape

Rosie's P.O.V

Those words kept playing over and over in my head. Niall is still a virgin. I cannot believe this. Wow. Just, wow. After all this time.

"What?" I finally spoke after a minute of silence.

"You're lying," I'm trying to deny it, he told me he isn't, so how does she know he is?

"I'm not," She replied, sounding sincere. Shit.

"How did you find out?"

"You'd be more comfortable if you sit,"

"Okay,"

I then walked over to the couch, Nikki following me. I sat down and was facing her. "Spill, immedietly," I demanded her. It's gossip time.

"Okay. It was two weeks ago. I had to go to Niall's apartment and see if I left a Jesse's bracelet the day before Niall went to America. I was searching underneath the couch and saw a tape. I couldn't resist," As she was speaking, she was rumuging in her purse. She then pulled out a video cassette labelled Niall + Denise's Tape. My eyes were popping open. I couldn't resist either. I snatched the tape and bolted to the TV. I rammed that tape into the VCR like no tomorrow. I then ran back to the couch, grabbed the remote and changed the channel. "Wow, you'd be a great Olympian runner," She exclaimed. I shushed her and kept my eyes glued to the TV.

*On the TV*

It was a pitch black and the only noise heard was loud rustling. There were some low moans and whispers, but no true words. There is the sound of a switch being flicked and it is light. It's in a bedroom with bright blue walls and a bed on the right side of the room facing the right. The bed is simple with a cream coloured blanket and matching pillow cases. It has a wooden headboard which looks vintage. There are double glass doors which lead out to a balcony. The camera is shaking and there is laughter going on in the background. "So, here we are. Niall and I had a CCCCRRAZZZZYYY night!" Denise's slurry voice filled the room. The camera was guiding through the bedroom and finally stopped as it was being placed onto the bedside table. Niall was standing next to the bed, checking out Denise as her hands were leaving the camera. She was stumbling back, but didn't tip over. "Woah!" She shouted. Denise laughed and then walked over to Niall. There faces weren't shown but everything from the neck down was seen. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and there were sounds of kissing going on. Niall's hands were slipping down to Denise's bum and she was chuckling. She then hiccuped.

"Niall?" She whispered, still in a slurry matter.

"Yeah?" He shouted in an American accent.

"You wanna do it tonight?" She asked a bit louder than her previous answer.

"Yeah!" He shouted back. They stopped talking and went back to making out. They fell on the bed, Niall on top. They continnued to make out for a long time. The camera hasn't moved from it's place. "Let's go under these sheets," Niall shouted. There legs weren't able to be seen. Only a small edge of the bed was in view of the camera. The sheets were moving up and down and the only other noise was a few moans and there lips attacking each other's. Clothes were getting thrown all over the room. It started with Niall's shirt and Denise's dress moving down to Niall's pants and then his socks. The sheets stopped moving and there wasn't any make out sounds going on. "Hold on, I have to pee," Denise says. She got up and could see she was only in her underwear. She walked out of the bed and was seen in view of the camera. She walked in the left direction and opened a door. It was quite silent for a few minutes. The sound of the toilet being flushed was the first noise heard in a while. The door opened and Nikki stepped out. "Here I am!" She shouted as her hands were up in the air. Her hands then dropped to her sides and she was still. "Really?" She shouted. her hands were resting on her hips. Her tone of voice sounded annoyed. "Fuck this shit, I'm sleeping in the couch," Denise's hand grabbed the camera and the screen turned pitch black.