Dancing With Our Hands Tied [L.S.]

Cinema / If I Could Fly - 12

"Tell me what you want and you got it, love"
"I'm missing half of me, when we're apart"

(Warning: little bit of smut ahead)

The stairs creak under my feet every step or two, the walls of the staircase were lined with old family photos.

We make it to the top of the stairs, Louis opening the door at the end of the hallway. There were two beds in this room, one of them not made and the blankets thrown on the floor, the other had Lottie sitting on it, her glancing up from her magazine as we entered.

"Harry?" She says, sitting up.

"Hi-"

"Go sleep on the couch." Louis interrupts, Lottie rolling her eyes.

"You can't just kick me out of my room-"

"Go sleep on the couch."

"No."

"Mummmm-"

"Fine, alright. Jesus." Lottie huffs, grabbing her pillow and magazine and walking out of the room, flipping us off in the process.

"You didn't have to kick her out." I say to Louis as I watch him close the door before walking over to his bed and trying to fix the blankets.

"She'd just annoy us here." Louis responds, suddenly his lips are on mine, causing me to laugh a little against his mouth at his suddenness. Someone's eager.

"I missed you so much." Louis says, pulling back his head but his body still stands pressed against mine. "I thought I'd never see you again, I was so upset."

"I know, I thought I'd never see you either. That's why I knew I had to leave, to be with you." I reply, leaning down and kissing him again.

I feel my body slowly being pushed backwards, my lower thighs hitting the metal frame of the bed, my body slowly falling on the mattress.

"Louis, my clothes are dirty." I remark, looking down at my pants that had mud and dirt smudged all over them.

"Take them off then." Louis replies with a smirk causing me to blush while I laughed, smooth. I slide my pants down, him taking off his shirt before climbing on top of me on the bed, me moving my body up some so I'm fully laying down.

We go back to kissing each other, my arms draped around Louis waist while his move through my hair and up and down my neck and shoulders.

"Love you, love your skin, and your lips, and your hair. Everything about you." Louis mumbles, pulling away from me to look over my face.

"How much do you love me?" I asked, his face forming into a smirk as he licked his lips.

"How about I show you?" He asked in return, me nodding, hoping that's what he was going to say all along.

He kissed my lips again before moving to kiss my neck, taking his time nipping at the skin and kissing it. He moves down to my collar bones, sucking on the skin there. There will most definitely be a mark in the morning. He began to kiss down my chest when suddenly he stopped.

I looked up at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "What is it?"

"You have four nipples." He giggled, poking the lower left one.

"Oh fuck you." I mumbled, dropping my arms from around his waist and crossing them over myself.

"Hey, no no no, I wasn't making fun of you, just teasing love." He says, uncrossing my arms. "Okay?"

"Okay." I respond, sitting up a little to peck his lips again before laying back down. He continued kissing my chest, making sure to kiss my extra nipples causing me to laugh.