Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 3

Emily is still mad at me by Friday night. I don't know if I blame her, not entirely at least, but I wish she'd give me credit for being a good person. I'm not helping Harry because I want less time with her, I'm helping him because he needs it—and because I might get expelled if I don't.

I follow the rest of my teammates from the locker-room and onto the field where the bleachers are full of students. I grab Emily by the hand before the game, then bring her with me under the bleachers where no one can hear us. 

"Louis, I don't have time for this."

"I know," I say, slipping my hand into hers. "I'll be quick, I just... I need you to not be mad at me."

"I'm not mad, I just think it's annoying that you're choosing someone like him over me."

"First of all, you need to stop referring to him like that—he's a person like everyone else. And second of all, Im not choosing anyone over you. I'm just helping him out."

"Have you ever considered I might need help, too?"

I frown. "No, because your grades don't suck."

"They do in math."

"Then why haven't you asked for my help?"

"Because I know how busy you are. And I don't wanna depend on my boyfriend to get me through."

"If you had asked me sooner, I would absolutely have helped you, but it's too late now. I can't possibly find the time."

"No, I know. I will ask someone else."

I take a step closer to her, pulling her in by her waist. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

I press my lips against hers, forcing my tongue past her lips and into her mouth. I can feel her melt into it, melt into my body while she reaches behind herself to move my hand onto her ass instead. I squeeze gently, forcing myself not to take it further. I can't fool around under the bleachers when the entire school is above us, not to mention I have a game to play.

"Let's save this for later, yeah?"

She grins. "Yeah, okay."

***

Liam throws a party after the game, much like he always does. Niall is already asleep with his head in Lily's lap—she's Emily's teammate and best friend, and she's gladly running her fingers through Niall's hair. Liam is currently watching Zayn from afar, which... okay. He can absolutely have his moment of admiration without being judged. I'm getting rather tipsy myself, taking sips between make-out sessions with Emily.

I've changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but Emily is still wearing her uniform and is currently making me slide a hand underneath her skirt—and she has apparently taken off the shorts she wears underneath while cheering. I tilt my head to the side when her lips travel along my jawline and down my neck. Her tongue is trailing patterns along my skin, teeth grazing over my pulse point. I sigh softly in response, feeling her lips brush against my ear.

"I need you to fuck me," she whispers. "Right now."

I bite back a groan, then gesture for her to get up before I lead us across the room and up the stairs. I know Liam wouldn't under any circumstances appreciate me having sex in his room, but at this very moment, I don't give a flying fuck. I push Emily onto his bed instead, grinning back at her when I crawl up between her legs. I bite my lip when she lets them fall open for me, desperately needing me to touch her.

I don't waste any time. I don't even bother to get her undressed, because what's the point when she's wearing a skirt? I watch her while she reaches down to move her panties to the side, all while I get my cock out and make myself fully hard. I then reach down to make sure she's wet enough before I steal one of Liam's condoms. It doesn't take long before we're at it, but Emily seems to get there long before I do. I assume it takes me longer because I'm tipsy, that that's why my orgasm doesn't feel quite as good as it usually does.