Red Lipstick

Una sat on her couch with Harry leaning against her. She couldn’t help but enjoy her time with Harry, it always seemed to make her smile. “Harry,” she whispered.

“Yeah, Una?” he said looking up at her.

“I like how easy things seem between you and me,” she said still whispering. She was about to admit to Harry how much he really meant to her. Una was never one to tell a boy she thought they were special or anything like that.

“Does that mean you pick me,” he said sitting up so he wasn’t leaning against her.

“I thought Niall and I could really have something going between us the other night, but it’s so different between you and me,” she said looking into his green eyes.

Harry swallowed deeply and kept he blue eyes locked on to Una. “Una what does that mean?” he asked hoping that meant she picked him.

“I think I need to talk to Niall,” she said standing up.

“Una does that mean you picked me?” Harry asked quickly standing up.

She just gave him a smirk before walking towards her flats front door. She could Harry start following behind her. “Harry yes,” she said turning around and smiling.

He had a huge goofy grin on his face, “what made you pick me?” he asked honestly wanting to know.

“Because things between you and I have been so easy, and I don’t have to try with you. I don’t see a point in trying to see if I’ll have the same thing with Niall when I already have it with you.” She smiled and closed the distance between her and Harry and gently pressed her lips to Harrys chapped ones. “I’m going to go tell Niall things can’t keep going on between us, and you stay here,” she smirked.

“Why do I have to stay here?” he asked confused.

“Because when I get home I’m ripping your clothes off,” she smiled before walking out the front door.

Una called Niall and let him know that they needed to talk. Niall could tell by her voice that this was going to be the talk he knew was going to happen. Una knocked on Naill’s front door, and he answered it in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that sat low on his hips. She couldn’t help but admire his shirtless body.

“Erm,” Una said trying to gather her thoughts. “Niall I don’t know how to say this,” she said following Niall into the kitchen.

“Una I know you’re here to tell me you picked Harry,” he said sitting down on the couch.

She looked at his sad blue eyes and felt so bad. “Niall,” she said sadly.

“Una lets be real I honestly never stood chance against Harry, you two actually have something. I mean all we really had was great sex,” he said trying to make them both feel better.

“We did have awesome sex,” she said with a small laugh. “Niall please don’t let this ruin your relationship with Harry,” she said placing her hand on his thigh.

He gave her a smile before pressing his lips to hers softly giving her their last kiss. “What was that for?” she asked smiling.

“That’s our goodbye kiss, and don’t worry about Harry and I. We’ll be fine,” he smiled.

Una left Niall’s place and went back to her flat to find Harry sitting on her couch watching some trashy TV show. She walked over quietly and sat down next to him and smiled. “How did it go?” he asked looking away from the TV.

“He took it okay,” she said before pressing her lips to his.

“So what does that mean for us?” he asked.

“It means we can officially be together,” she said before pressing her lips against his again. Their lips moved in sync for a moment before Una pulled away from him. “Just know that I’m not the relationships.”

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine,” he smiled.