Red Lipstick

“I still can't believe that Harry Styles likes you,” Bridget said to Una as they walked into their flat they shared.

“You make it sound like I'm some unlikable witch,” Una said rolling her eyes as she walked towards the kitchen.

“You know I didn't mean it like that, it's just he's Harry Styles. He literally one fifth of the worlds biggest boyband, and he's got a crush on you,” she said following Una into the kitchen.

“He's doesn't have a crush on me,” she said opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water out.

“Una he got another tattoo just so he could see you, and then two nights ago you went on a date with him,” Bridget said smiling.

“Okay maybe he does like me, but lets be honest the only reason he likes me is because probably thinks I'll sleep with him soon.”

“Why do you think that?” Bridget asked raising his eyebrows.

“Because I know his type,” Una said rolling her blue eyes as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“I feel like you shouldn't judge him” Bridget said with a laugh.

“I know but I can't help him,” Una said crossing her skinny legs.

“Wait so after one date you're done him?” she asked. “I mean I thought you said you had a great time with him?”

“I did but I don't want my face plastered all over trashy magazine.”

“So you really aren't going to give him a chance?”

“At this moment I don't think I should.”

“I think you should give the kid a try, don't judge him by his past,” Bridget said walking out of the kitchen. “I've got date tonight Marshall so I won't come home tonight.” Una just shook her head and stood and walked towards Bridget's bedroom.

“Where am I suppose to go?” Una asked with a laugh.

“Why don't you have a sleepover at Thomas'?”

“Alright I'll sleep at Thomas' tonight so you can have wild crazy sex with Marshall,” Una said walking towards her room with a laugh.

Una looked at the clock to see that it was seven o'clock and she had nothing to do for the rest of the night. Una grabbed her purse and decided to go down to the pub to grab a drink.

• She walked into the pub and found a familiar blond boy sitting at the bar. She smirked and decided to go talk to him. “I haven't seen you since you tried to sneak out of my bedroom,” she said sitting down next to him.
  
  He looked over at her and gave her a smile. “I'll have you know I didn't try to sneak out.”
  
  “You were trying to sneak out, and don't worry you didn't hurt my feelings,” she smiled. him staring into his blue eyes.
  
  “Well I'm glad I didn't hurt your pretty feelings,” he said with a small laugh.
  
  “I didn't know my feeling were pretty” she said making him laugh.
  
  “They're pretty just like every part of you” he said before taking a drink of his pint.
  
  “That was the cheesiest thing I think I've ever heard” she smiled. “I mean if you wanted to sleep with me again you don't have to say stuff like that,' she laughed.
  
  “So if I want to shag you do I just have to say your place or mine?” he asked.
  
  “Yep,” she said leaning her head to the side.
  
  “So should we go to your place or mine?” he asked standing up.
  
  “We should go to your place, my roommate asked me not to come home tonight,” Una said standing up.
  
  “Let's go my cars outside,” Niall said reaching down and grabbing Una's hand.
  
  Niall led Una to his car in the parking lot and then drove them to his flat. The two of them walked down the hall towards Niall's flat and Una couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite for going with Niall. She had just told Bridget that she wasn't going to sleep with Harry and then she runs into Niall and she makes implosive decision to go off with him to have sex.
  
  “I'm am the slag Bridget thinks I am,” she said to herself as Niall open the front door.
  
  “What?” Niall asked pulling her inside.
  
  “I said I'm a slag,” she said before pressing her lips to Niall's. Niall moved his lips in sync with Una's for a minute before pulling a way from her. “I don't think you're a slag,” he said hoping to make her feel better.
  
  “Not to be mean but you don't really know me as a person, I mean we've only met twice. The first time we talked for about an hour before we had sex, and second time we talked for less then ten minutes before I went off with you to have sex,” she said staring into his blue eyes.
  
  “I still don't think you're a slag,” he smiled before pressing his lips to hers.
  
  “Thank you,” she smiled as she pressed her lips to Niall's again. “So I think we are both wearing too right now,” she said slipping off her plaid skirt and kicking off her black heels.
  
  Niall took her taking her shorts off as a sign for him to take his shirt off. When Niall got his shirt off he looked over at Una who was standing in front of him in an over sized Bob Dylan that was long enough to be a very short dress and a pair of black thigh socks. “You should take everything off, but those socks,” Niall said reaching down and grabbing the him of her shirt.
  
  “Well I think you should take your pants off,” she said reaching down and buttoning his jeans.
  
  Niall got his skinny jeans off and Una pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She stood in front of him bare chested and in only in a pair of cheeky pink panties and her thigh high socks. “You are gorgeous,” he said before pressing his lips to her right collarbone. Una couldn't help but moan as Niall started to suck on her collar bone.
  
  “I hope you have condoms,” Una said with a moan.
  
  “I have plenty,” he said moving his lips to her neck.