No Strings Attached

I was warm, taking refuge under the bundle of sheets and his muscular arms. I couldn’t sleep. I knew what was coming and yet there he was sleeping right behind me with his body molded to fit mine perfectly.

How could he sleep? I felt my soul slowly creep out from the innermost part of me. I felt empty and useless. I could feel the hot tears begin to swell at the brim of my eyes. I forced myself to blink a couple times.

I was never going to cry in his presence. Conscious or not.

I felt him stir as his hand wrapped over my midsection and clutched onto my waist. His leg slowly curled and draped over me, but I didn’t mind.

I could feel his chest heave in pure bliss as I burned from the inside.

Louis Tomlinson has been my friend since two years ago! We met through his girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. We instantly hit it off and when things between them fizzled we became inseparable.

It was Harry’s birthday bash and we were all a little smashed when an innocent dance lead to a grind to an accidental kiss to a full blown make-out session in one of the bathroom stalls. Ever since then we’ve repeated this little ritual except we aren’t smashed and it’s inside the privacy of his or my flat, not a bathroom stall.

It’s a great friendship overall. I have a great friend who I can confide in and I get the best parts of a relationship with no strings attached.