Catch me *Larry*

chapter 8

The drive to our dorm consists of me trying to touch Harry in any way possible.

We were lucky he didn't get into a wreck. He's probably just as drunk as I am and the fact that he's driving chaotically doesn't help, but I couldn't care less at the moment. My hormones are going insane and I need him.

Finally we pulled into the parking lot, not wasting any time to get out of his car.

I tried keeping my hands to myself as we made our way up to our dorm but it's easier said than done.

We were standing in front of our dorm door, Harry trying to get it unlocked. It took him a little time but before I knew what was happening I was pulled into our dorm and pushed into the door that was now closed.

"God, I've wanted you all night." Harry's raspy voice makes my knees go weak.

His hands were roaming around under my shirt, making the skin where he touched burn.

"I want you too." I whimpered under his touch.

His lips were inches from mine, I could feel his hot breath against my own mouth. I desperately wanted him to kiss me.

"Just kiss me already." I demanded, impatiently.

He smirked at me and bent down a little, our lips barely brushing together. My breath hitched.

"God, Lou, so needy." He laughed as his lips touched mine.

I lifted my head up to met his lips fully. My actions shocked him and he groaned into my mouth. I felt his tongue slid into my mouth and begin exploring it, it was my turn to let a moan slip.

He pushed me further into the door, making yet another moan fall out of my mouth.

The kiss intensified and I was being drug to his bed, our kiss not braking.

My heart was pouring in my chest, I'm sure he could hear it.

He pushed me down onto the bed, crawling to hover over me. His eyes never left mine as he lifted his shirt over his head.

I let my hand graze across his chest, beautiful tattoos covered him. Tattoos I was revolted by when I first arrived here but found extremely intriguing now.

"My mother doesn't like your tattoos." I tell him, barely in a whisper.

He looked down at me with wide eyes, as if he'd been shot. A look of realization washed across his face.

"I, we can't do this." He told me, standing back up and putting the shirt, that had been thrown on the floor, back on his perfectly toned stomach.

His words seemed to sober me up a bit, but that didn't stop the whine that escaped my mouth. My mind was racing, I didn't want to stop. I want him. I want to feel his skin against mine, but I realized he was right. This wasn't fair to anyone.

I got up quickly, embarrassment settling in. I couldn't find the words to say.

"Louis, I'm sorry. It's just.." He started.

"I understand." I told him, my voice barely audible.

He didn't reply just sank further into his bed. I was embarrassed and the last thing I wanted was to have a heart to heart with him.

I shuffled around in my bed to get comfortable, but failing miserably. I could tell I wasn't going to get an ounce of sleep tonight.
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"Shit." I cursed under my breath as I opened my eyes. My head is killing me. It feels like this is the hundredth time this has happened but really this is only the second time.