Two Ghosts [h.s]

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"Sit still." I giggle and he leans his head back groaning.

We're back at the hotel in our room seated on the couch with me straddling him. It's one of those couches with a built-in recliner that acts like an L.

The hotel we're in is all black like the others. Dark wood paves the floors with black furniture and counters.

We just got back from the soccer field leaving everyone down there. I didn't even come up willingly. Harry had to carry me before I pounced on Louis.

I was so close to chasing after him to give me back my phone. Harry had to hold me down.

That little shit was stealing my friend.

Harry only laughed at my every reaction but whenever Louis was close enough for me to hear the conversation he was sweet and caring... It was confusing.

That assholes still talking to her on the phone. My phone may I add. I like Louis, he's a great friend but he's Louis. He better not break her heart.

Well... To be honest I think that's a fair statement for both.

Oh god. Wait?

They're oddly perfect for each other when you think of it.

Goddddddd.

Their attitude and sass complement each other perfectly and I know for a fact Louis's a soft teddy bear.  Still thinking about it makes me widen my eyes from how similar they are in a completely different way.

Okay well, I take that all back then. Call me the love doctor.

Sitting on Harry's lap I drag my fingers through his growing hair in admiration. His hands are right against my back. Studying the length in the pads of my fingers my jaw drops in a laugh from how much I failed to realize.

"Harry, your hair has grown so long." It comes just below his ears now and I brush my hands through it in amazement. I dont think I've ever realized how much hair this guy had until now. "You should grow this out, I like it."

Harry wraps his hands around my ass pulling me closer on his lap. With my hands around his neck, I comb and twirl his hair between my fingers.

"Give you something to grab or..." He smirks and I only lean forward.

"That's not a bad idea."

Widening his eyes he pulls me closer and I shift my hips upward to remain tall. When a groan leaves his lips I place my lips on his cheek softly.

Harry pulls forward for a kiss but I shift my head to the right.

"Get back here." He grunts.

"Let me braid your hair." I giggle and he pulls back with furrowed brows.

"Kiss me and I'll think about it."

With an idea, I pull on his hair and his head turns upwards resting below mine.

Eyeing me pridefully I lean down pressing our lips together and the taste of the orange he just ate explodes on my tongue. Brushing softly against each other I deepen our lips as his hands brush down my legs creating a shivering sensation through my spine.

Gasping, I pull my head away but he leans forward meshing our lips together again roughly.

His dick grows hard on my cunt and he grunts when I roll my hips by accident. Pulling my lips away with a smile he tries to part them again but I show him the elastics on my wrist. "Please?" I laugh and he wipes that hurt look across his face.