Lost Words [discontinued]

{ Chapter 14-I Love You }

(SONG: Your Body Is A Wonderland- John Mayer)

Harry pushed through the door, letting us pile into his and Lou's flat. Louis was down at a pub with the rest of the lads, while Harry and I had our own plans.

The lights were all off, making it almost pitch black, due to the little moonlight coming in from the windows. We managed to make our way to Louis' bedroom.

Harry probably planned on going into his, though he was too eager to get into bed.

Harry picked me up, my legs wrapping around him as we kissed passionately. His massive hands held me under my knees as mine only combed through his curly locks.

He went straight to the bed, laying me down on the soft, relaxing comforter. 'Please don't let Louis kill us for doing this in his bed', I thought as Harry climbed on top of me.

He hovered above me, trailing little love bites down my neck to my collarbones. His warm hands slid underneath my shirt, feeling my waist and tummy. He reached down and held the loops of my jeans and gave a small tug. I unbuttoned them and pulled them down along with my socks, my shoes already off.

The curly boy pecked my jaw line and kissed the side of my mouth a few times before we were snogging again.

"Harry", I said between kisses. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He leaned away, our faces inches apart.

"Only if you do", he responded. His voice was so soft and reassuring.

"I do", I said, looking deep into his green orbs as he looked desperately into mine. He moved his hand and stroked my hair softly.

"I love you, Addison", he whispered.

"I love you, too, Harry."

He grinned and leaned forward, kissing me gently. Just then, he swiftly picked me up, bringing us in our earlier position, my legs around him. Our mouths were locked. He sat on the edge of the bed and I sat in his lap; My arms around his neck, his hands in my shirt.

I pulled desperately on the hem of his shirt and our lips parted as he was pulling it off eagerly.

Our mouths smashed together once again as he fumbled with the buttons of my own shirt.

Damn. If I knew we were going to be having sex that night, I wouldn't have worn a button down.

He managed, though, to unbutton it and pull it off my arms.

All of our clothes were on the floor in an instant. We were there, on the bed, Louis' bed, naked, and snogging. It was passionate and romantic and just everything I wanted it to be like.

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"I love you so much", Harry panted into my ear, making me shiver in lust. He was a bit sweaty, but it was unbelievably sexy. I managed to get out a few words between heavy breathes.

"I love you, too."

💛

"SHIT!"

I sprang up from my place in bed, clutching the sheets with my shaken fists. Harry shifted, twisting in the sheets while lifting his head. He opened his eyes.

A shocked Louis stood before us with a cup of coffee in one hand. I quickly pulled the blanket over my chest and tried to cover my body. Nothing was showing, but I was so startled by the Doncaster boy that I flipped.

Harry laid there, his arm underneath is head, his eyes still fluttering open. His eyes wandered to look at me in a curious manner, then at Lou, and back at me. He realized why Louis was looking at me with a disturbed look in his eyes and quickly sprang up, trying to keep my body from being exposed.

"What the hell are you two doing naked in my bed?" Louis asked frantically.

"We-we", I stuttered, Harry wrapping the sheet over and around me . Louis looked at me with a questioning face and then let the expression turn into horror.

"Oh God, that's disgusting!" He turned away and paced around the room in a circle. He turned back around and looked at Harry. "My bed? Why my bed?"

"Sorry, Lou. You know my room is all the way down the hall", Harry said in defense. "I was eager!"

"That's just... Oh God." he turned, and walked out of the room, too horrified to discuss the matter. His footsteps heading down the stairs sounded throughout the flat. "I am so getting you guys back", he called from the first floor. The front door opened and shut.

I looked at Harry with a disturbed look. He turned and looked at me. We starred at each other for what seemed like a few seconds before we burst into a laughing frenzy.