Hi //: n.h (COMPLETED)

-Chapter 16- ✔️

-Chapter 16-

...His lips were only millimetres away from mine, I could nearly feel their presence on mine.

Was I really about to kiss Niall Horan? Was he really about to kiss me? As much as I really wanted to kiss him, I can't be that girl. I can't be the girl who kisses someone's boyfriend.

I pressed my forehead against his, and let out a sigh.

"Niall, I can't." I whispered.

"Ok." Niall whispered back, pressing his forehead harder against mine.

"You have a girlfriend." I murmured.

"I know." He murmured back.

"But I want to." I admitted.

"I know."

"I just can't be that girl."

"I know."

"You know a lot." I laughed softly.

"I know." Niall breathed. "I know that you have feelings for me. You sent me a recording where you confessed it."

Shit.

"Oh." Was all I could manage.

Niall pulled away from my face, and cupped my cheek. I pressed my cheek into his hand and looked into his eyes.

"I like you too." He confessed.

"Barbara-" I started.

"It's complicated." He whispered.

"I don't like complicated." I murmured.

"I know."

No more words were exchanged. We just looked, no stared into each other's eyes, like we were trying to search for a way out of this situation. Niall knew that I liked him, and I now know that he liked me. Apparently his relationship with Barbara is complicated, and I hate complicated. I'm not sure, but I'm guessing that he had been forced into it, by his management. The same thing happened to me, well nearly happened to me. I threatened to move to another record, and once I had my lawyers at the ready they finally let it drop, but I'm guessing it's not as easy for Niall to do that as he is in a band.

"I really want to kiss you." Niall admitted.

"Then kiss me." I whispered.

A small smile spread across Niall's face, and he brushed some hair out of my eyes. "I wish it was that easy." He smiled sadly.

"It could be." I replied.

"How?" He sighed.

"Kiss me." I answered softly, but boldly.

And then he did.

His soft lips locked with mine, and moulded into them perfectly like a key fits in a lock. His hand still cupped my cheek, so I moved mine onto his, and cupped it as I slowly pressed my lips against his hard. Our lips moved in perfect harmony against each other, and I could taste the salted tears running down our faces. I don't know why I am crying, maybe because I know that this is probably our last time we will kiss.

Niall pulls away, but keeps his forehead next to mine. I close my eyes, and pressed my forehead harder against his.

"I should go." He whispers, his voice coming out hoarse.

"I know."

"Can I stay?" He asked, pulling away from me, and looking me deep in the eyes.

"Ok." I forced a smile on my face.