I Wish I Could Say It Was a Mistake

Chapter 20: We'll call this what you like

I probably should've tidied my apartment before letting a celebrity walk in. Is this how Harry ended up sleeping next to me?

"Sorry, I really needed to do that.", I apologise, as I take my heels off. Finally, I can feel my feet again. "Make yourself at home, please."

Niall sits on one of the sofas and I turn on the speaker and play some music. Then, I go to the kitchen to get two spoons.

While alone in the kitchen, a thousand thoughts fill my mind. So many things happened in the last 24 hours I can barely think straight. I don't know how I ended up here with Niall, but I just know he makes me feel a little less wrecked. 

I walk back to the living room and find Niall staring at a picture of myself as a little girl.

"Is that you?"

I let out a soft laugh and nod, "I definitely had a glow up, right?"

Niall laughs loudly and shakes his head, "I think you looked cute."

I sit next to him and grab one of the Ben & Jerries buckets and open it. I offer a spoon to Niall, who sticks it in and brings it to my mouth.

"You taste it first."

"Why? In case it's poisoned?", I joke.

"The first taste is always the best one."

I'm not sure if that makes any sense but it sounded so cute. I blush a little and put his spoon in my mouth.

"Delicious.". I grab my spoon, take some ice-cream, and put it to his mouth. "Your turn."

I can't help stare at his mouth while he takes it in, licks his lips and then smiles satisfied.

"Truly delicious."

I look back at his eyes, and then back at his lips. He notices, so he bites them and smiles. Then, he leans forward and before I realise we're kissing.

It's just a soft, gentle kiss, but it's enough to make my interior burn. He slowly pulls apart, grabs the ice-cream and puts it on the floor. I move closer to him and he grabs me and pulls me on top of him so I'm sitting on his lap.

We kiss again, this time not so gently.

Wait, Layla. Wait. Control yourself. What about Harry?

Niall's hand goes from my face to my hair, and I start unbuttoning his shirt.

This is not right. This is not right. This is not right.

The words keep repeating in my head as he kisses my neck.

I shouldn't be doing this. It's just not right.

His hand pulls me closer as he presses his lips against mine.

F*ck, he kisses so well.

I brush my fingers through his hair and feel his other hand go from my lower back to my behind.

What will everyone think? Emma's going to kill me if she finds out I'm kissing this One Direction member.

The music is so loud I can't think clearly.

But there's only one thing on my mind: this is not right.

"Wait, Niall.", I say, pushing him away from me.

He lifts both eyebrows and looks at me with a confused glance, "What's up?"

He looks so sexy with his messy hair and I doubt for a few seconds.

Focus, Layla. This is not right. You're better than this.

I open my mouth to speak, but a sound stops me. Sh*t, it's Emma. Se's just arrived. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. She can't see me with Niall or she'll behead me.