We Found Love; A Niall Horan Fan Fiction.

Chapter 5- Worthless

Yawning, I wake up to the sound of soft peaceful snores from beside me. I sit up from my sleeping position. Feeling quite tense, I stretch out, and wiggled my body around until it felt comfortable again. I blink a couple times until my eyes focused then examined my surroundings. Niall was lightly snoring as he slept, most of the passengers on the flight were like him, snoozing comfortably in their seats.

Unbuckling my seat belt, I stand up and carefully scooch past Niall, not wanting to wake him. I make my way to the airplanes loo, satisfying my peeing needs, before looking into the mirror.

I sigh, making a face as I saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair was all over the place and my eye makeup had smeared underneath my eyes. 'At least my curls were cute while they lasted' I think, lifting up a piece of hair where the curl became flat.

I quickly leave the loo, making my way back to my seat and grab my makeup bag. I skip back to the loo, and patiently wait outside the door since the sign above the doorknob stated it was occupied.

Nonchalantly, I hum the chorus of Justin Bieber's “U smile”, tapping my foot as I wait. I hear the door click before it opens to reveal Hayes walking out of it.

“Oh hey Adds.” Hayes says to me while sending me a sweet smile which makes my heart flutter. I blush and flirtatiously tuck some of my hair behind my ear. Why was this boy so cute?

“Hey Hayes.” I croak. My voice had reverted back to how it sounds when I wake up in the morning, low, slow and raspy, causing me to blush even more.

“Your tired voice is quite sexy Addie, I wouldn't mind waking up to that in the morning.” Hayes says before coolly winking at me.

“You cheeky bastard.” I say to him with a smile while lightly pushing his chest.

“Well it's true, you're real fit Addie.”

I bite my lip, the sexual tensionin the air was so thick I could cut it with a knife. I look into Hayes' eyes. They looked hungry, lustful. “Can't a girl be fit without being a slag?” I ask him innocently.

“I dunno.” He says pretending to ponder my question like he was the most important thing he'd ever been asked. He looks into my eyes before adding, “Can they?”

With one swift movement, Hayes crashes his lips down on mine. He grabs me by my hips and leads me into the washroom, closing the door with his foot.

He holds me against the wall, his hands traveling across every part of my body. I was surprised about the situation, and wasn't thinking clearly when I kissed him back. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip, demanding entrance into my mouth which I accepted.

As we snogged, thoughts started to flood into my mind. What was I doing? I'm not a slut, so why was I kissing Hayes in the airplanes loo? Our lips molded together in a way that just didn't feel right. This kiss wasn't right. I knew I liked Hayes a lot, I couldn't deny those feelings. He made me feel good about myself, made me feel warm inside, made me happy. Maybe it was the fact that we were sharing our first kiss here in the washroom that made it feel so off. Maybe it was the fact that we were about to go all the way... but I knew for a fact that this wasn't ok to me, and it was making me feel horrible.

I pull away from the kiss, feeling out of breath. “Hayes stop.” I say breathlessly, trying to compose myself.

He ignores me and begins planting soft kisses up and down my neck. I let out a soft moan when he reaches my my “spot” and feel him smile during the kiss, finding what he was looking for. He begins sucking on my spot, more forceful, sending waves of pleasure through me. His index fingers wrap around my front belt loops, pulling me closer to him, my hips now touching his.