Desire

Chapter 2

      I groan loudly and the sunlight slips through the curtains of my bedroom. I hold my head in my hands, grimacing from the massive headache that I have. Practically dragging myself to the kitchen of my apartment, which I share with Liz,  so that I could take some aspirin in hopes for some relief , my eyes grow wide with shock as I pass a mirror. I cringe, running my hands over the purplish, sensitive mark that lies on my neck. I half-chuckle to myself and I decide that I am never going to drink again. Suddenly, I am overcome by memories of last night. His hands, his lips, his sharp, blue eyes. I shake my head and accept the fact that I will never see him again. Although, I wish I could because I'd give anything to have his hands all over me again.

    I sigh and reach for my phone. I quickly punch in the digits to unlock it, and it vibrates signalling that I put in the wrong numbers. I type it again and it says it's wrong again. What the hell? Maybe, I am still drunk, it is beyond me how I manage to press four numbers in incorrectly. I try again and I throw my hands up in defeat. I don't understand why this happening, I've been using the same pass code ever since I have had this phone. I throw my body back onto my bed and whine into my pillow.

I jump as my leg begins to vibrate. A number that I recognize as my own flashes across the screen and I stare at the screen with confusion in my eyes. Why would I be calling myself? This makes absolutely no sense. Am I dreaming? I take a deep breath and accept the call.

" Hello? " I say softly into the phone.

" Hey Carter "

I rub my forehead in confusion; I know this voice. I've heard it before.

" Look, last night, I think we switched phones somehow. I need it back, so can we meet up somewhere? " he continues on. Wait, holy shit! It's him, the guy. Memories of  him nipping at my skin flood my mind and I close my eyes, reminiscing. I begin to wonder how he knows my name , but these thoughts are intterupted when he speaks yet again.

It all starts to make sense now. We must have the same phone because his is exactly identical to mine. I almost laugh aloud at the entire situation but decide against it; he probably doesn't think this is funny at all by the tone of his voice.

" Hello? " he says, with a hint of annoyance clear in his voice. I break from my thoughts and try to come up with an answer quickly.

" uh y-yeah sorry, we could meet by Denny's on Washington street" I suggest nervously. I'm not entirely sure why this is making me so anxious. After what we did last night, you'd think I'd be able to have a simple conversation with him. He accepts my offer and I end the call quickly.

I run my fingers through my messy hair, a habit I have picked up over the years, and look around for some decent clothes to put on. A small feeling of excitement mixed with uneasiness bubbles in my stomach as I make my way to the bathroom to get ready for my second encounter with this mysterious man.

Niall's POV

I grab her phone from my pocket and smirk to myself. Before she left, I subtly grabbed her phone from her clutch that clung to her side as she so sexily danced on me, and replaced it with mine. This way I had a reason to see her again. I wanted her , and I wasn't going to let her get away so easily. I found it a bit humorous that we had the same phone, picturing her puzzled expression on her face as she tried to unlock her phone amused me a bit more than it should have.

There was no doubt that she was beautiful. However, I was drawn to way she reacted to my body. I love how she responded to my touch, it satisfied me to see how good I could make her feel just by touching her slightly. She practically melted into me, letting me take control of her entirely.

I run my fingers over my lips, almost irritated with how good it felt to kiss her. I could have taken her home, if it weren't for her friend interrupting us. I wipe off the angry expression that has formed on my face due to the memory of her leaving.

I find my work cell, and quickly dial my number. It rings three times and I finally hear her voice again. I exhale a breath that I didn't realize I wasn't holding in and greet her.

" Hey Carter" I say confidently. There is some silence for a while so I just continue to speak.

" Look, last night, I think we switched phones somehow. I need it back so can we meet up somewhere? " I say trying not to sound too eager and more uninterested if anything. That's not my style; chasing girls, until now I guess. I just need to have her in my hands again. I know that once I fuck her, this little obsession will fade.

She still doesn't answer, probably taking some time to put the pieces together. After a few more moments of dead silence I speak up.

" Hello?" I ask, a bit rudely, my patience wearing thin. She is taking way too long to answer a simple question I think to myself.

She takes a breath in and answers me finally. She agrees to meet me at a Denny's and hangs up. Her nervousness causes me to smirk , I am entertained that I have this effect on her. I grab my leather jacket, pack of smokes, lighter , and head out to my car to see this girl.