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twenty two

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Do you remember that little devil resting on the left shoulder? The one who got me here the first time? Well, it's the reason I'm standing in front of Louis's door with my heart pounding in my chest. After nearly a week of sexual frustration, I'm ready to not spend the night alone.

I knocked, and stepped back a little, as if trying to ease the physical blow of seeing him again, of what is to come. I heard footsteps and my heart hammered, my stomach twisting in nervousness.

The door was opened, and Charlotte blinked in surprise as she realized I was the one standing here. My stomach dropped and I forced a smile.

Mortification. Lots and lots of mortification.

"Lola! Come in." she beamed and opened the door wider. There was no escape now, I thought. I couldn't just turn around and pretend I didn't intentionally come here. At least she didn't know the exact reason.

"You're alone?" I asked and she hummed, rearranging the decoration pillows on the couch.

"Louis's been out for some time. I don't know where that bloke goes." She shakes her head and sits down on the couch, and I sit next to her.

She's just about to say something when the doorknob twists and Louis comes inside with bags in both hands. His eyes go wide in surprise they land on me and I blush. Why the hell am I blushing anyway?

"Oh...Lola. Was not expecting to see you here." He smiles and sets the bags in his hand on the counter, Charlotte rushing up to help him, while I sat there like an idiot, not knowing what to do.

He kisses her forehead and she smiles. He looks at me and I tilt my head slightly to the side, toward the hallway. He nods and walks inside. I smile nervously at Charlotte and she winks, which mortifies me even more.

He's pacing back and forth in his room and stops when he looks at me, smiling mischievously when I lock the door and lean against it. He raises an eyebrow at me and I inwardly roll my eyes. He's too cocky.

"I believe you took a rain check on something important," I step forward until I'm right in front of him, placing my hand on his chest. He looks down at me, with serene eyes that still twinkle with his ever-existing mischief. "And I'm here to..." I trail off softly.

What do I say? I'm here to let you fuck my brains out, or to simply make me lose my mind?

He nods, threading his fingers in my hair and tugging roughly. It's not painful, but it takes me by surprise, and I gasp, my blood rushing through my veins. He breathes against my lips and I whimper, trying to get closer but unable to as he's holding me by the hair.

"Kiss me." He smiles deviously, holding my hair tightly. I try to, but his hold is stopping me. I whimper and he chuckles, closing the distance between us and the feeling of his lips against mine after all this time is both dizzying and not satisfying enough.