A/N okay i am so sorry that i havent uploaded in forever but i have a good reason!!! i was in Destin for a soccer tournament WHERE IT GOT FREAKING CANCELLED IN THE MIDDLE OF IT DUE TO RAIN. R A I N. Freaking unbelievable...
Anyways, im having a bit of a writers block so sorry bout the short and crappy chapter!
I was shocked, to be honest. Niall Horan, the boy I was pissed at, thought kissing me would get me to forgive him. How many sappy romance movies was that boy watching? My brain and my body were definitely not on the same page, because when I was screaming ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ in my head, I was kissing him back. I brought my hands to his head and started playing with his golden locks while he held my lower back and pressed us closer together, if that was even possible. Our lips moved in synch, molding perfectly together.
“Wow.” Niall muttered when we pulled away, his breathing heavy.
“You screwed up.” I said quietly. I looked down at our interlocked fingers and thought about how much I missed this.
“I know, and you don’t know how awful I feel for hurting you.” I looked up into his eyes and saw that he meant it. I pulled him into a hug, leaning my head against his chest when he hugged me back. I breathed in his scent and found myself calm down.
“So, where does this leave us?” I asked.
“I want you back.” He muttered into my hair. I looked up at his pleading face and sighed.
“Niall Horan, this is your last chance. But I swear, if you do something like this again, you won’t be so lucky.” I threatened. He grinned widely before grabbing my hand and planting a soft kiss on my cheek. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him before he pulled me back the way he came.
“Sweetheart, don’t ever run from us again!” Zayn yelled when they finally saw us. The boys pried me from Niall and pulled me into a huge hug.
“Can't breathe Lou!” I choked out. The boys let go and Louis removed his arms from around my body before smiling at me. I smiled back, and before I knew it, we were in the car and on the way back home.
“Hey babe! Wacha doing?” I asked when I skipped into Harry’s bedroom. He was sitting on his bed and waving frantically to his computer screen before noticing that I was in there. He smiled up at me and pointed his laptop in my direction.
“And this, people of Twitter, is my beautiful girlfriend Lauren.” He said, his sexy voice bouncing off the walls.
“You're doing a Twitcam?” I asked. He nodded and I ran over and jumped on the bed next to him, landing unsteadily on my knees in the process.
“You alright, love?” Harry laughed while steadying me. I nodded and smiled, and he started laughing again.
“Do I amuse you, or something?” I asked, unable to wipe the smile off my face.
“Your adorableness amuses me, yes.” He chuckled before kissing me on the cheek. My face burned bright red and I turned my attention to the laptop, where comments were blowing up on the screen.
“Wow, you have a, uhm, very… extensive vocabulary! Almost worse than Elise-” I slapped my hand over my mouth when I read a very mean comment. I turned to Harry. “Can we ban people from these?”
|Niall Horan||as Self|
|Liam Payne||as Self|
|Harry Styles||as Self|
|Louis Tomlinson||as Self|
|Zayn Malik||as Self|