Forever Mine

chapter 23

-Emily's POV-

I didn't want to move from Niall's arms. It's where I belong. It's like we are meant for eachother. He smells like cologne. I couldn't help but snuggle my face into his neck and inhale the beautiful smell. He only wore one cologne. Polo Black. It was my favorite. It was musky. It reminded me of my bathroom. I shared with my brother. And he never wore it but it was always my favorite smelling one.

It wasn't long until there was a soft lingering knock at the door.

Niall glanced down to check if I was sleeping and pulled out from under me when he saw I wasn't. As he pulled himself up, he managed to place a kiss on my forehead, making me grin.

I didn't move from the couch but I positioned myself so I could clearly see the bright white front door.

Niall was wearing my favorite tanktop on him. It had a dream catcher with an eye on the front and he's worn it so many times it's stretched out. It hung low so you could see the top of his pecks.

And when he was turned away, you could see his back muscles.

All of them.

Especially around his shoulder blades. My eyes were still fixated on his mesmerizing body as he opened the door until it was fully opened and I saw Liam standing there, with his hands in his hair and red splotchy cheeks.

-Niall's POV-

"Liam? What's wrong, mate? Come in. Come in," I moved my body to the side and guided him to the couch. He had tears in his eyes and his bottom lip quivered from crying. I could see streaks of where his tears had once been. I saw Emily straighten up and scoot to the side, patting the couch for Liam to sit.

He sat down and shoved his head in his hands, mumbling words to himself nobody could understand. I doubt he even could.

I sat down next to Liam and smiled at Emily when I saw her rubbing his back gently and tracing circles with her fingers.

I could feel my fists clench in jealousy. No. This isn't the time.

"What's wrong, mate? You know you can talk to me," I patted his back and tried to make him feel more comfortable.

I've never seen him this frantic. This... Hurt.

"I.. Just.. I.. I'm an idiot, Niall," he pushed his head into my shoulder as I hugged him. "Tell us what happened,"

Liam looked up from my shoulder and began telling us. He told us about Caia, the other girl, and Harry. He managed not to cry the whole time.

"Niall. I wasn't going to hurt her. I like her. I wasn't going to use her," as the words came out of his mouth I realized where she was. She's with Harry. And Harry is Liam's opposite. He told me his plan about using her. Harry doesn't want her.

"I know, Li. I know you wouldn't do that again."

We both continued to rub his back as he stood up and wiped his eyes. "But she's with Harry now. I have to respect who SHE wants. It's her choice," he shrugged his large shoulders and put an extremely fake smile on his face.

"Liam, Harry doesn't feel that way about her," both Liam and Emily's faces dropped in confusion. I could tell Emily wanted it for her friend but it wasn't gunna happen. He told me not to tell anyone. Shit. What did I just do. I have to lie.

"Like.. He likes her as more than a friend," Liam's face returned to sadness and Emily looked relieved.

Nice cover up, dumbass. Now I feel bad. I can't lie to Emily.

But I have to.

But I can't.

As Liam opened the door I begun to open my mouth and quickly shut it. As I shut the door behind him, I mumbled a polite goodbye.

"You okay, Ni? You seem a little off?" She put her hand on my arm to show her concern. I thought about telling her. But she would tell Caia. I can't. It's between her and Harry.

I leaned down and kissed Emily's petite nose, making her giggle. "I'm fine, babygirl. Let's go to bed,"

I grabbed her legs and pulled them up, wrapping her body around me, as I carried her, princess style, to the bedroom.

-Harry's POV-

I wasn't really jealous of Liam.

Was I?

I don't like her.

Do I?

I don't think so.

But when she kissed me, it tasted sweet. Like strawberries and mint. Her chapstick was still fresh on her lips. And I could taste it on my own when I licked my lips. I kept my eyes on the road as she sat quietly in the passenger seat.

She looks beautiful. Her long hair, perfect as always. Swept across her face effortlessly. Her natural looking makeup making her look young. And her lips, oh those lips. They were soft, and plump. I just wanted to feel them-- god no shut the fuck up Harry you pervert. She's a virgin. At least I think she is.

And whether I liked her or not, I'm gunna take it.

And she's gunna let me.

I've never had sex with a virgin before.

Well there's a first for everything.

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