1dsmut_just4u

Louis

**NOT OURS**

I was feeling peculiar tonight. I needed attention. I craved attention. Louis's attention in particular, because Louis was the one who wouldn't let feelings get in the way. The other boys would make a fuss out of it at first, but not Louis. Louis would just get on with it happily. That's what I needed. I needed him now more than ever. But I didn't have the courage to see him. So I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, like I did every night.

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It was a little past midnight, and I was yearning for it again. The attention. The feeling of being cared about. And the sensation didn't want to leave.

Slipping out of bed, I tiptoe to his door, determined to do something about it this time.

"Hey Louis?" I peek into the older boy's room, squinting at the lack of light. The only source of light was the modest chandelier over his bed, which allowed seeing contours, shapes and a little colour. I stay silent for a couple seconds, my eyes getting adapted to the dimness of Lou's room. The latter which turns out to be particularly clean today. Weird. "Louis?" I whisper again, leaning on the door. I was uneasy as hell. What if he refused? What would I do? I need―

"What?" The voice is laced with sleep and annoyance as the British boy shifts on the bed. "Sophie is that you?" he mumbles groggily. "Because if it's not, I'm gonna shove a carrot up your ass. Or a spoon if you're Liam."

I can't help the little giggle, before get back to my previous anxiousness and answering.

"Yeah, Lou it's only me." I respond, transferring my weight from one foot to the other, getting more nervous by the second.

"What do you want?" Louis groans, digging his face in his pillow as he snuggles deeper in the sheets.

"Louis...." I say carefully, gulping as I shut the door behind me. "I-I-I need attention." I stutter.

"Attention?" He repeats enquiringly, sitting up slowly as he rubs the fatigue out of his eyes.

"Yes, attention. I need to be talked to. I need to be kissed. I need to feel loved. I need some kind of contact with a human being and you guys haven't given me any."

Louis suddenly bounds out of his bed, fully awake. He presses me into the door, breathing lowly.

"So basically, you're telling me, that you wanna fuck?" He whispers, placing his hands on my shoulders. "You're gonna let me do what I want with you? Without complaining? You're really gonna let me fuck you wholeheartedly?" He bites his lower lip, waiting for my confirmation.

"Well I wouldn't say it in such a crude way, but yeah. I want someone to take care of me... make me feel alive." I answer, voice a tiny bit raspy.

"Oh don't worry sweetheart. I'll do just that." He reassures, before latching our lips together in a passionate kiss, his hands holding the back of my neck lovingly.

I sigh and shut my eyes, relishing the long forgotten feeling as my fingers tangle in his feathered hair. His lips were soft and rough at the same time, making me go a little weak in the knees. My fingers grip the material of his shirt tightly.

His hips dig into mine to keep me standing as the kiss gets more heated, his hands also making a mess out of my hair. Louis suddenly shoves his tongue in my mouth, causing us both to groan lustfully on each other. His cold hands draw from my hair and journey under my shirt, his thumbs caressing my stomach in miscellaneous movements. I shiver under his touch and the blue-eyed boy smirks in the kiss.

"Want to get under the covers love? Seems you are a little cold." He chuckles, breathing slightly ragged.

"Your hands are cold." I gasp back.