texting niall horan • [lowercase]

chapter thirteen

olivia's pov

one week later:

It has been one week since I confronted Nigel... or should I say Niall.

It literally blows my mind that I have been talking to my favorite member from my favorite boyband for two months. I told him things that I wouldn't tell much people. Like when I said he was sex on legs, or that I wanted to run my fingers through his hair... now I'm completely embarrassed. I don't even think I can talk to him ever again without thinking about that. I can only hope he forgot about it...

On the bright side, I got a new phone for Christmas... from myself.

Yeah, I obviously don't live with my parents anymore. I'm a 21 year old woman, so it would be very embarrassing if I still did. So that is why I bought myself a new phone because I felt like I deserved it. I've been saving up for it for a long time since my job at the cafe pays me very little.

All of my contacts were erased when I got my new phone and I was super pissed off. Not that I had a lot of contacts, its just really hard to enter them back in. But on the bright side, that permanently erased Niall from my phone.

I also made a new Twitter account so Niall couldn't DM me on there. Hopefully he can't find my new one..

I do still follow him, but thats because I want to see what he's up to. It's not like he'll notice... thousands of people are blowing up his notifications so he couldn't possibly see me.

As I scroll through my timeline I notice a tweet from Niall;

@NiallOfficial: lost one of my best friends , still not over it :(

That shady fucker...

Ugh, I need to get out.

I get out of bed and take a quick shower. Probably the quickest one I've ever taken compared to my 30 minute showers...

I pull on some darkish jeans, an old black sweatshirt, and some vans. To finish off the look, I just pull my hair into a messy ponytail and put on very little makeup. Don't wanna scare people away...

Walking into my room, I pull my phone off the charger and put it in my pocket. When I get to the door of my apartment, I grab a small shoulder bag and sling it around me, making sure I had my keys and wallet. I shrug on a heavy coat to protect me from the cold London air, and I'm out the door, walking downstairs because the damn elevator is broken... yay..

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i think there may be more chapters like this now because niall and oliva aren't texting right now.. next chapter will be in niall's pov :) vote and comment if you liked!