The Mutual opposition

Affable quarrels

Louis's POV

I continue kissing her neck but she stands completely stiff.

I'm hoping I can get some kind of reaction out of her.

Then I finally get that reassurance when she slings her arm over my shoulder, her torso pressed to mine while she runs the other through my hair.

It feels wrong but quite frankly, I don't want it to stop.

She smells of bergamot and lavender. No wonder Zayn cant stop having sex with her.

I have such shitty self control that it's gotten to a point where I'm touching something; someone who isn't even mine.

She belongs to my best lad, yet I'm using her. Using her to appease my greed.

Wouldn't that make me as bad as Harry?

Yeah. I'll probably see him in hell.

I pull away and her almond shaped brow eyes are encased with shock.

Yeah, I guess I have that effect on people.
"
"W-Why did you..?" she falters.

I try and think up a worthy excuse.

"Luna'd never let me do that to her."

"Your right. She wouldn't."

But the acknowledgement didn't come from Roxanne this time.
The accent is thick, gruff, and Irish.

I turn to see Niall staring at me coldly.

Shit.

"Hey" I say rather awkwardly, "What are you doing here Ni?"

"Lookin fer you two!" He growls angrily, "An I'm 's glad I found you when I did! The fuck did I jus' see?!"

"Ni, I.."

"Shut up, you can't save yerself this time!" he fires back.

Roxanne stares down at the floor looking genuinely regretful and ashamed.

She looks up at me for help, eyes pleading, biting her lip.
It's one of the most attractive things I've seen in a long time.

I feel a pang of remorse for looking at her like that.
"
I'm sorry" I mutter. She walks out after me.

Anything after that I'd lost memory of.
• • •
The fucking alarm bleats like a bloody goat which only worsens my damn hangover.

I pull back the shades, the light distorting my vision.

Once my eyes adjust I decide to suck it up and get dressed.

I can't remember anything that happened last night.

Maybe it's a good thing though.

The room is completely empty.

Harry and Zayn aren't exactly what one would call an "early bird."

Neither of them occupy the adjacent beds.
I shrug it off, deciding on cereal once I'm ready to leave the bedroom.

I hear Niall speak from the other room.

"Zayn, he was all over 'er."

"He's so imprudent" Zayn snarls, "He actually molested her like that?!"

I raise a brow. Who are they talking about? And who is SHE.

I bite my lip.

None of the lasses deserve to be molested over.