Resist // l.s

Chapter 9.

A/n: oKAY HI FOR STARTERS I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT UPDATING SOON ENOUGH, I'VE JUST BEEN SOOOO SUPER STRESSED WITH SCHOOL WORK, cause im in year 12 and everythings gotten scarier and harder..
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Bec.

Harry's p.o.v

{ I } didn't think my heart could beat any faster.

Louis was still there. Pressed against me. The only sounds filling my ears were the sounds of his soft, light uneven breaths leaving his lips. The lips that were still kissing mine.
The strange part was...I wasn't pulling away.
I didn't want to.
His hands rub up my chest, up my neck and make their way to my hair; his fingers running through my curls, causing a soft groan to sound from the back of my throat. "L-Louis...” I breathe out shakily and the boy shakes his head.
"No." He mumbles against my lips and presses himself harder against me. As if I was going to pull away, or tell him to stop. I can't resist anymore.
Before I know it, I have both arms wrapped around his waist, pressing my body firmly against his. His fingers tug gently at my curls as I lead him over to my bed and lay him down. When I hover over him, we both take a second to breathe; his chest rises and falls quickly as he gazes up at me. His nose and lips are red, and his lips are so puffy that I can't help but lean in again and kiss him hungrily. He whimpers softly and presses up against me; coaxing my body to fall down onto his as we press together again. I soon find myself grinding down slowly on his tiny body in search of friction. A breathy moan leaves Louis lips and he does the same; hooking his legs around my hips as he grinds up against me. I can feel his half-hard length press against my crotch and I can't help but groan softly and press harder against him. "H-Harry...” He breathes out my name and I start kissing down his neck. A tiny, tiny part of me is panicking. I haven't done this before. Especially not with a boy. Being with boys was a sin, and hell I wanted to sin with him so incredibly bad that it scared me a little. But not enough to stop.
His head tilts to the side, giving me more room and I don't pull back. Any thoughts of hesitation about me not wanting to go near Louis have vanished. The little voice in my head that's always usually screaming this is wrong! You shouldn't be kissing boys!  is nowhere to be heard; thankfully. But just as I slide a hand down to Louis' crotch he stiffens and presses his own hands against my chest. My head snaps up and I look at him with a frown on my lips.
"What is it?" He presses a finger to his lips; his blue eyes are wide and he isn't looking at me. I pull off him a little. "Louis, what are you-"
"Hush Harry! Listen!" He whispers to me and I frown, straining my ears. It's so faint but...I can vaguely hear speaking. Someone arguing.  I let out a groan.
"Louis who cares, my father just probably yelling at a guard for slouching," I say, trying to lean back in. But he pushes against my chest again and I sigh. So much for overcoming my nerves.
"No, listen to what he's saying. Who he's talking to." He whispers back to me and this time I actually pause and listen. My stomach tightens and my jaw clenches.
"He's speaking to Zayn." Louis nods and suddenly slips from underneath me to get up; as if my words were the confirmation he wanted. He moves quickly over to my bedroom wall and presses his ear against it and my brow furrows. The room beside my own was just an empty room, one my father would never be in. And my thoughts were confirmed when Louis cursed softly and moved over to the door. I stood up at that. "Just where do you think you're going? To go press up against the door and listen in?" He looks at me with wide and his small fist clenches.
"Harry, I...I think they're talking about what he did in the maze tonight. I need to know," he said and slipped out of the room, and I cursed myself but followed him anyway.