"I'm just going to shower and change. Won't be long." Harry spoke before kissing the top of my head.
I had stayed and watched him train until the session ended. The hall was nearly empty as equipment was packed away. Harry obviously enjoyed his job. But I had a feeling he longed to be the one in the ring, instead of watching from the side lines. But I wasn't surprised they didn't allow him to fight. Just the thought of what his opponent would look like at the end of their boxing match brought goose bumps to my skin.
I watched as he turned away for a second. But it startled me as he quickly spun again. Harry's body backed me up against the wall. Big green eyes sparkled as large hands held my hips. Hot breath puffed over me, dark curls tickling my cheek as his plump lips moved to my ear.
"That's if you don't want to come and help me." He whispered seductively.
His raspy voice sent shivers through my body. I struggled to compose myself. Harry always left me a little flustered. I giggled as his nose brushed my neck, my hands batting him away.
"Alright, alright. Wait for me, Love." Harry laughed.
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Harry's POV
I hauled my bag onto my shoulder, checking I had everything before making my way out of the changing rooms. Louis was right where I left him but Niall was now sat next to him. They didn't notice as I stood leaning in the darkened door frame. They were talking; Niall swigging water from his bottle. I watched as Louis brought his hand up to his mouth, trying to stifle a laugh at something Niall had said. My jaw tensed at their interaction. I didn't like it. Louis was mine.
He smiled shyly at him, cheeks blushing slightly. My bag dropped with a thud to the floor, both of them sharply turning their heads towards me. But I noticed neither of them made an effort to move away from each other. I strolled over to where they sat. Louis smiled up at me. But my attention turned to Niall.
"Alright, mate?"
I gave him a tight nod.
"Louis, we're going." I told him.
He didn't argue, lifting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Niall swiftly stood up by the side of me. When his hand reached out to help him up I couldn't stop my fists from clenching. I desperately tried to keep calm for Louis' sake.
"I've got him." I spoke sternly.
Niall frowned in confusion but withdrew his hand anyway.
"Harry?" Louis questioned.
I gripped his smaller hand in mine, tugging him into my side. He barely had enough time to say goodbye to him before I had guided him over to the door, swiftly picking up my bag and leaving. We walked at a fast pace across the tarmac to my car. The night was drawing in rapidly, street lights beginning to flicker on.
"Harry what's wrong?"
I felt Louis tug on my hand, attempting to get me to stop. My heavy duffle bag slid from my shoulder to the floor. He let out a surprised gasp as I gripped his hips, lifting him up onto the bonnet of my car. Louis' legs hung off the edge, my body moving in between his thighs. Removing his bag, it was placed on top of my larger one. I caught hold of his wrist, bringing it up to my mouth. My lips pressed wet kisses to the soft underside. His breath became a little sharper with my touch. My gaze hardened on him.
"Do you like him?" I asked between kisses.
"W-What? Who?"
I smirked, knowing my actions were jumbling his thoughts. My body moved in slightly closer, free hand resting on the top of his leg. I slowly ran my touch up and down his thigh, squeezing every so often.
"Niall. Do you like him?"
I nudged the sleeve of his hoody up higher, allowing me more access for my lips to trail up the inside of his forearm. Louis' long eyelashes were fluttering with the intimate attention he was receiving.
"Yeah, he's sweet." He spoke.
Anger washed over me. I gripped his thigh tightly, keeping him on the bonnet. My mouth pressed hard to his skin, sucking harshly at his words. My eyes stayed locked on his, Louis' lips parting in surprise and discomfort. He whimpered trying to break his arm free but I tightly held it to my mouth.
"Harry." He winced.
I released his arm seconds later. His fingers brushed over the red mark and he grimaced at the sore skin. Louis raised his head looking questioningly at me, not sure why he deserved such a harsh response. I felt my jaw clench as I leant into him. Small hands were placed on my shoulders but his attempts to keep me away proved unsuccessful. My lips brushed his neck before I spoke.
"Do you want him to kiss you?" I whispered. "Take you to his bed?"
He gripped my hand still holding his thigh, prying my fingers from him.
"Let me down." He huffed, moving his hand to press to my chest.
He slipped from the bonnet as I took a step back. I looked down at him, Louis' face expressing annoyance. It surprised me when he pushed me up against the side of the car.
"Ugh, God. You're so possessive and you overreact, Harry." Annoyance hinting in his voice.
I watched as he huffed, stomping away from the car across the tarmac. My jaw clenched, feet moving after him and round to the back of the vehicle. The boot was unlocked, carelessly chucking our bags in. I slammed it shut before swiftly walking in Louis' direction. Once I reached his small frame, my fingers wrapped round his wrist tugging him to me. I smirked, holding hiw body to mine. A sigh fell from my lips with the feeling of his back pressed to my chest. Louis squirmed slightly as I dipped my head down to his ear.
"He could never make you feel as good as I do." I whispered.
My lips made contact with the skin just below his ear, sucking gently. I loved to pleasure him. The feeling I received whilst watching him writhe with my touch was something indescribable. I wanted to hear him gasp and whimper. But I wasn't getting the reaction I desired to see this time. Even when I nipped at the warmth of his neck, Louis still remained stationary, refusing to give in to me. His resistance towards me made me chuckle.
"Let's see how long you can hold out, shall we?" I challenged quietly.
My tongue licked a hot stripe up his neck before my arm knocked his legs out from under him. Louis' wide blue eyes made contact with mine. My arms held him to my chest and I winked at him before walking over to the car. The back door of the vehicle was tugged open. I placed Louis down onto the dark leather. He reluctantly shuffled away with my close proximity as I climbed in, shutting the door behind me. I laughed, gripping his ankles, tugging him to me, Louis' body laid back on the seating. My hands rummaged in the bag of clothes I kept in the back of my car before tugging out a thick jumper. I folded it, Louis' body tensing as I leaned over him. I gently lifted his head up, placing the clothing under.
"I want you to watch." I whispered.
It surprised me how well he was doing so far. Louis' defiance not faltering for a second. But then again, I hadn't really started yet. My hands pushed his legs up so his knees were bent, allowing me to rest in between them. His own body was letting him down at this point, his arousal straining hard against his jeans. I could feel it on my stomach, but I wont let on for now.
"I know you like this."
I started to kiss down his neck, taking time to gently suck every now and then.
"Bet he wouldn't know you have a sweet spot just here." I whispered, before nibbling on the small area where his neck met his jaw.
I drew back smiling, his eyes were obviously closed as I carried out the lingering actions of my lips. But they flew open just in time to meet mine. He made himself appear uninterested, bravely holding my eye contact. His eyes widened slightly as I brought his hand up to my mouth, pressing my lips to the back. I fiddled with his fingers before sliding them into my hair. Louis knew if he made any attempt to play with the curls, I would win. I also knew he was dying to fist my ringlets between his fingers but he remained stubborn. I liked this game.
"I'll make you forget about him, Baby" I mumbled.
He intently watched me unzip his hoody to reveal his vest underneath. The bottom of Louis' top was nudged up to uncover his stomach and his little snail trail. The softness of his skin was one of the many features I loved about him. I don't know why but it reminded me of how innocent he was. My head dipped, lips barely touching over the expanse of his middle. Delicate kisses were pressed to him, but the only response I received was a slight increase in breath. I smiled when my nose grazed just above his belly button, Louis subtly flinching, fingers lightly twitching in my curls.
I raised my head smirking at him. His face stayed emotionless. I moved forward to lean over him. Louis' hand slipping to the back of my neck. I placed my weight on one arm to the left of his head. My free hand hovered over his chest before my index hooked into the neck of his vest. I slowly dragged the material down lower, revealing more of his soft skin. My tongue wetted my lips as I stared down at him. His stomach and top of his chest exposed to me. But he still stayed frozen looking up at me. I smiled, fiddling with the pendent round his neck; he hadn't taken it off since I gave it to him. My teeth caught hold of the chain, playfully tugging at it before it fell to his chest.
"Mmm, you smell good." I moaned as I dipped my head.
My tongue darted out, leaving wet spots all over his chest. It was when I blew over the cool dots that his fingers slid back into my hair, tightly fisting my curls between his fingers. The beautiful sound of him gasping filled the quiet backseat. I'd won. Smiling, my face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. I playfully growled, lightly biting at his skin. His body flinched when my hand skimmed down his front, grazing over his stomach. The hold in my hair tightened as I attempted to pop the button of his jeans.
"Harry." He breathily spoke.
I didn't stop until my head was tugged up.
"We were talking about you...I asked Niall about you."
I stared at him for a second, taking time to absorb and process his words. My mouth opened to say something but closed moments later as I remained speechless.
"I don't want him." He protested.
Louis surprised me with his dominating actions. I lowly moaned as he pulled me up by my hair, my face level with his.
"It's only you." He whispered.
I smiled, resting my forehead on his, inhaling his trembling breath. Our lips continually brushed but we didn't kiss. Louis' words were something I'd never heard before. Despite the amount of people I'd been with, not one had told me I was their only one. My fingers entwined with his free hand, squeezing gently. When our lips did finally meet in a kiss my heart was thumping heavily against my chest.
I didn't want anyone else, it was only Louis.
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