Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 18

A/N: Sorry guys, I missed an update becuase I flew home from holidays today and I'm so tired, I probably should be sleeping but I'll do it for you guys!
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~L.

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*Trinity's PoV*

'Small party my pale English ass'

There were long, rectangular tables lined up across the hall of the house, each one laden with different types of food and drink, which I'm sure were mostly, if not all, alcoholic. Not that I minded.

There were about fifty people, just in the hall area. I didn't even recognise most of them. My wandering eyes came to a stop on the familiar figure leaning against the door leading int the kitchen. He was grinning, invested in conversation with some other black-haired guy that I'd never seen before. 

The conversation obviously came to an end, as the black-haired boy walked off to one of the tables, leaving Louis on his own. I saw his eyes search the room, obviously looking for me. They stopped when they hit me and they widened, his mouth dropping open slightly while his tongue darted out and swiped across his lips quickly. 

I walked towards him and he met me halfway, not even giving me a chance to issue a greeting before sweeping an arm behind my waist and kissing me roughly, pulling me so close to him that I could feel his body heat through the black shirt he was wearing.

I let a small moan into his mouth and that only encouraged him further, giving the kiss everything he could. It was so intense, I could feel myself getting physically weak. It took me a minute to remember that we were in the middle of the crowded party, my crowded party, at that. I pulled away, looking up at Louis. 

He had a look on his face I couldn't place. His pupils were dilated, his breath staggered and his hands shaking. Whatever was happening to him, I had caused it and I couldn't believe it. 

"That's a nice dress," he puffed, breathless. I smiled, I knew he would like it. 

"Was it expensive?" he asked, playing with a piece of my hair softly. I shook my head. It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't expensive either. He smiled, as if happy with the answer.

"Good, then it won't matter if I rip it off later," he growled. I was shocked at the comment, but he didn't seem to notice. He pulled me by the hand in the direction of a group of people.

"Now, let's socialise briefly so I can kick them out of my house and take you in my bed," he muttered, so only I could hear it. I couldn't believe the things he was saying. His statements were so strong, bold and he was unashamed of them. If I was honest, it was one hell of a turn-on, and I wanted the people to leave as much as he did, even though I had only gotten there a couple of minutes beforehand.

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"Thanks for coming, yeah it was good fun, safe home," Louis uttered countless farewell messages as people piled out the door. It was 3am and if they didn't leave soon, I would have had to gone to sleep at my own party, and that wouldn't have looked very good.

It had been good. I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to everyone there, mostly because I didn't know half of them in the first place. Louis refused to let me drink more than 2 cans, for fear of memory loss the next morning.

"Thank fuck for that," he muttered as he slammed the front door shut after the last person had exited. He wasted no time in tugging me by the hand and pulling me up the stairs. You could say anything you wanted about him, but you couldn' t say he wasn't determined.