Lose Yourself

"Slut! Get back here!" Luke yelled as I ran down the corridor. Oh how i hate corridors! I saw a clear view of the dead end. Now you see why I hate corridors!

"You can run from me, Emmah," he smirked. "Please let go," I whimpered.

"No, you ran away from me," he whispered in my ear while nibbling on my earlobe. He played with the end of my cream strapless dress while sucking on my neck. "Let me go!" I screamed. He punched me in the stomach and i fell to the floor. "Move!" a manly voice boomed scaring me.

I opened my eyes to find a brown haired boy with blue sparkling eyes. He punched Luke a lot of times and i pulled the unknown boy from Luke.... or atleast tried to.

"Stop!" I yelled. The boy stopped and picked me up bridal style and ran down the corridor to a room. "Are you okay?" he asked checking my arms.

"I'm fine," I whispered barely audible. "Okay," he replied. I slipped my navy blue converse off and walked to the couch. "Here's some clothes," he said.

"Thanks," I said and walked to find a bathroom. I found what looked like the boy's room. I stripped and put a black button-down shirt on. I threw my dress somewhere and found my way back to the living room.

"Damn," Louis mumbled. I bit my lip and he walked over to me. "Don't do that," he whispered huskily.

"Why? Does it turn you on?" I said my fingers going down his abs. "Yeah," he half smirked. "Well then...." I said and found my hand unbuckling his pants. He took them off and i pried his shirt off. He walked to the couch and layed me down. I unbuttoned my shirt- well his, and threw it. He licked his lips at my body. "You're really fit, and tan," he said.

"Thanks," I smirked and he kissed me.