A/N
Another long chapter. Took me quite a while to write. You'll definitely love this chapter. And sorry if I disturbed you Larry Shippers with Zarry. But Zayn does play a pretty big part plus I surprised you with Perrie. Enjoy...
~ Louis Tomlinson's POV ~
Harry.
Harry.
The scene was quite quiet after Harry left. Mr. Higgins was nearly suffacting with worriness and concern over the agitated lad. He explained the consenquences Harry would get, and one detention for Marcel, who did get injured but said some private things that had gone a little to far. Once I escorted Marcel to the nurse, where we recieved a hall pass from Higgins, Ms. Lynn, our young school nurse, quickly contacted Anne, who was worried sick not only of Marcel, but Harry.
Now these days, everything usually was about Harry, the handsome boy who had a terrible, unsignificant pass of dangers and dares. He confused me about a lot of things. How he was so nice...and innocent when I took him to the office for enrollment, how sweet and gentle he was...being a cheeky bastard and all. And that all suddenly changed when Marcel infuriated with his past I had no idea what so ever. Harry also confused me with feelings I never could of have dreamed or imagined with Marcel. A simple touch of the hand with Harry would enlighten my body with sudden wonders, and sparks of numbness and feelings. Something a teenage girl would experience with a simple kiss with her boyfriend. Maybe even more.
I needed time to think and process these feelings before I hurt any sensitive things with Marcel. Marcel was my first love, my second half. He was like a brother. Always there for me. But he loved me, thinking that our relationship was okay, however it wasn't, yet he didn't know that.
And all I could think about was Harry. His green piercing eyes that could gaze into your sole, his ability to make my knees fall week; burying in the mud. And an imaginative dirty sound coming from his throaty plumped lips when I'd tug onto his curly hair. Those tight black skinny jeans that just make me vomit with excitement. Those tattoos that equipped a dedicated meaning, and how the hairs on my neck would bristle every time you spoke. A strong, broad jawline, and massive large arms.
Anne, came in minutes later with a concerned and worried pained expression on her puzzled face. Her breath uneven, and the sweats trickling down her pumped up face. " I came here as soon as I could," she breathed, eyes twinkling with tears at the sight of Marcel, his head laying frugally on my lap. I felt lonesome, there was nothing in that simple touch Marcel gave me. I longed for Harry. The need to kiss him was showing attention to my body, signalling electricity to my corrupted brain.
" It's fine Ms. Cox, Marcel is going to be okay. Ice pack would be fine, just make sure it's daily. Advil would be nice to reveal the pain. That's about it. He's free to go home if you wish," Ms. Lynn answered sending Marcel a weak smile to which he shrugged at.
" Of coarse Ms. Lynn, well be driving home shortly," Anne ushered, checking out Marcel and I from the office.
The drive home was pretty silent. Not one word of Harry was being said. I guess Anne was pretty used to this, but a sad pained expression filled her face at the remembrance of her confused son who seemed jolly a couple days ago.
Marcel was trapped to my shoulder, carrying his broken lens in one hand, placing it gently on his lap. Small sniffles were being heard from Marcel, small painful cries to which I caressed his cheek gently, taking in the awkward.
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You could hear the door slam loudly from upstairs. The door hinges cackling in an echoing sound, startling me with a beating heart in the chest. It was currently seven in the evening, Anne locked in her room, and Marcel under he covers, laying lifelessly. I decided to keep him company,which was all I could do, since here was nothing much. His thumb was placed inside his mouth like a cocoon, letting out small weepy sounds with the sound of his cute snores.
My ears prickled at the loud sound of two black laced boots pounding up the stairs, in full cord motion. The sound kind of startled me, overwhelming and sending adrenaline to myself. Another slam was heard, meaning that Harry had gone in the guest room, not even bothering to say hi.
Would it be a good okay if I checked in for a second? Minutes later I was fucked as ever, trudging my feet on the carpet, and following my way to Harry's room. My hand touched the knob gently, and I was surprised that it wasn't locked. I turned the knob gently, ears pricking at the sound of the door's loud creep.
My eyes nearly bulged at the muffled cries being let out in the wet, drenched pillow. His clothes were completely torn, buried deep onto the floor, wet and soaked with sweat. Sobbing so were being heard from miles away, making me melt completely at the sight. He must have not heard me when I walked slowly to the bed.
" Harry..." I mumbled setting my hand down to his shoulder, immediate sparks replacing my body, and a small gasp leaving my applauded mouth at the excitement coursing through my body.
His head footed up, a pained expression inviting his face in like a corrupted mess, his green eyes crunched with red, dug-gin deep in the white and red spots of his eyes. Long, black circles were shown under his eyes from the crying and weeping. A cold icy expression replaced his normal happy expression. " What the fuck are you doing here Tommo?" He tried sounded tough, but whimpers were being let out constantly, making me overpower him with some type of protection.
" I-I..." I had a huge bobbing lump in my throat, my voice croaked at the sight, and I was nearly on the verge of tears. And that's when I did something unexpected.
I crashed my pale pink lips to his purple wet ones. His eyes nearly popped at the sight, but he suddenly relaxed when I tugged on his hair in a sensual way. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. His eyelashes fit perfectly under his eyelids, like a puzzle, and I couldn't help but let out a throaty moan when he pulled my body down with him. Kicking off the sheets as fast as he could, not wasting any time, before he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss was wet and heated, filled with constant moans being throated out, and the pumping adrenaline being showed. Our tongues were rolled together on one roll, exploring each others mouth with saliva being thrown and tested. And for once I felt safe. Letting the sparks and fireworks exploding out inside of me. Feeling the emotion of the kiss burying into my prickled, goose bumped skin.
He grabbed my broad shoulders, his large hands squeezing them tightly; me hovering on top of him. His hands and fingers crawled slowly down, being placed onto my lower back. They moved lower towards my bum, squeezing it lightly. Me letting him touch me sexually. Our breaths were short, and we pulled back slowly, our eyes being held to each other like soles. Blue eyes meeting green ones. His green eyes looking back at me, warming my body with different varies of feelings.
He shot me a playful smirk, to which I giggled endlessly back. His eyes spread an open twinkle, with sparks of emotional happiness. I suddenly attacked my pink, bruised lips to his neck, kissing it up and down, and feeling the sexual tension build up. Harry wrapped his legs around my waist, tugging my shirt with a round bottomed fist. I sprayed wet and endless kisses down his jaw and collarbone. Swirling my fingers around his nipples to which he growled at. His legs were wrapped tighter around me, feeling a small erection starting to form in the corners of his boxers.
I sucked onto his neck, nibbling on the skin particles of his now purple bruised skin. I blew onto the fleshed skin softly, and letting my tongue dart across, feeling his hand rub gently into my feathery hair, massaging it with his long fingers.
" Louissss," he moaned, laying his curly head onto the messed up, demented pillow. He closed his eyes softly, sending me a lopsided smile and a toothy grin. I shoot him a smirk, black lust in my eyes, and crawly sensual fingertips. Harry lifts his hands up to my face, caressing it gently with his caressing fingertips. He traces the lines on my forehead back and forth, he moves his fingers towards my nose, tracing the bridge and finally to my lips. Pressing my pink watery lips, letting his fingers linger there longer than we both expected. His eyes are still close, letting his eyelash fluster with innocent.
This is the time and place where I'd freeze time. Just Harry and I. I and Harry. Louis and Harry. Harry and Louis. The perfect picture to remember, with tender touches and positive outcomes.
Harry grabs my hand, tracing the lines on my palm, the front of my hand, and then he brings the back of my hand to his pink, juicy, lingering lips. Kissing it lightly and softly. He then intertwined my fingers to his, like the whole of a pie. Sliding his fingers with mine, he leaves them onto his rapid beating chest. He smiles heartwarmingly to me, opening his eyes lightly to send me a flirty sensitive wink.
" So beautiful..." He murmurs. But then a frown encapsulates his face immediately with a sourly expression.
" What's wrong?" I ask. " Are we going to have to sneak like this behind Marcel's back?" He asks. And then all the immediate regret and guiltless comes back to me like ecstasy. And I realise that I just cheated on Marcel with his brother. Harry. Who I am falling in need and love for.
" I-I don't know Harry. But I'm going to try and work this out with you." I answer him, shooting him a hopeful smile. He grins back, meeting his eyes, and like the conversation never happened he crashes his lips to mine again. But this time it's sweet and tender.