Gone

I wasn't sure why Josh was still here. I stopped myself from saying anything I'd regret later as I motioned for him to get out. He didn't budge. In fact, he just came closer. I slipped out of bed and backed away, heading for the door. But he was too quick. He caught me by the arm. There was a bright pinky-red mark where his hand was.
"Let go of me!" I yelled.

I tried not to panic but it was hard considering he wasn't usually this forceful. As I struggled to break free from his tight grip, Niall's phone rang. Both of us suddenly stopped and looked over in that direction.
"Who's phone is that?" He demanded.
I kept my mouth shut. If I told him, I knew exactly what he would do. He'd go through Niall's phone without any hesitation, trying to prove me wrong. Of course he wouldn't though. Because there was nothing to find.

On the other hand, there was a chance it could be him, calling his phone to let me know he had left it here. And by not answering, he might get the wrong idea. That I'd gone through his phone or something. I didn't want that, not this early on in the relationship.

I walked over to it slowly but Josh got there first, picking it up to check who it was.
"This is your boyfriend's phone isn't it?" He raised an eyebrow.
I tried to snatch it from him but he had already pressed answer.
"Oi, who's this?" Josh yelled into the phone, putting on a Bogan accent for some unknown reason.
Oh my fucking God. I desperately hoped that it wasn't Niall. That would be beyond awkward, having Josh answer his phone.

"Josh, please just stop screwing around and hand the phone over so I can speak to him,"
"Ha! No way," he said to me with a smug grin.
"She's too good for ya," he continued, "You fucking lucky you are. Better treat her right, aye,"
Shit! It was him. I couldn't believe he had just said that. Actually, I could, considering the circumstances. He towered over me like a giant, making it next to impossible for me to grab the phone off him. My head literally reached his chest.

"Seriously, stop!" I shouted, frustratedly.
But nothing I said made any difference. It was like arguing with a brick wall. I hated it when I wasn't listened to. It was an awful feeling. I hit him on the arm, trying to hurt him. He just glared at me with his liquid brown eyes.
"Give me the phone Josh or I swear to God-"
He dropped the phone onto the bed.
"You know what, fine! I was just trying to help. Don't come running to me when he breaks your heart. I really do like you. And deep down I know that you feel the same way. You're just too much of a pansy to admit it,"

Notes

YAY I'VE FINISHED THIS CHAPTER!!!