Something New 2 - Niall Horan

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And so I sat, as planned, on my bed. My legs were crossed, bare, as I laid my head back to rest on the grey-blue wall of the guest bedroom I was staying in. I had sweater paws, soft, grey knit wool.

I felt bad for not helping Maura out around the house, but I had no desire to see Niall at the moment - not after the embarrassing situation I got myself into earlier today.

How did I manage to forget? Did I want him back so badly as to block all of the bad out of my mind? I was simply sprawled there, questioning my own motives, and staring at the screen of my phone - what did I have this out for? Youtube..?

It was open to my messages, and for some reason I could not figure out why the hell it was so. Texts? Who would I ever te- Oh.

My mind stopped whirling as the clarity came over me, not exactly an epiphany - true epiphanies only occur once or twice in a lifetime - when I realized that I had meant to text Jess - and I did just that.

C: heyya

Much to my surprise, she replied almost instantly. I shifted one leg out of the criss-cross to rest lengthwise down the bed, my black- and azure-striped kneesock creating a pleasant contrast with the duvet.

J: hey girly. whats up with u & niall?

Ehm... okay? Way to cut to the chase....

C: It's... complicated. we don't talk... but im staying with him at his mums place and ive already kissed him and hugged him n idk

J: ooo! get sum!

C: dude... really not the time for that -.-

J: rite... sry. well theres something ive been meaning 2 tell u

C: ?

She was really scaring me with this. She's not acting like herself... What could she possibly have to tell me?

Knowing her, she'd gotten drunk and done something stupid-

J: Niall kissed me

...What the fuck?

J: he tried full on snogging me carebear

I was too pissed off to bother with the stupid nickname - how could he?

C: when was this exactly

J: after the thing, u kno

The thing. She must mean the thing with Chris... Had he kissed her when she'd gone to retrieve my belongings from Niall and I's flat?

Since when would Niall do this?

I furrowed my brow, shuffling on the bed and trying my absolute best to understand what Jess is trying to tell me. Perhaps it's a big misunderstanding, and I'm not understanding this correctly. Maybe I read her text wrong. Maybe she misspelled something and snogging was the replacement - maybe she meant on the cheek. Jess would work something like this up into ungodly proportions; it's Jess, after all.

But, no - nothing was adding up. I just did not understand. I tried to keep calm and replied to her.

C: actually?

..on the lips?

J: am i the kind of person 2 lie 2 u

I grumbled and continued to press her.