One Direction Book

Kissing Practice - 🥕Louis🥕

"Jesus Christ," I muttered softly as I sat down on the couch of the empty glam room, letting out a sigh as I hid my hanging head into my hands. Today was the day of love; Valentine's Day, and I had seen too many people kiss in public in front of me today.

"You okay?"

Snapping straight to alert, I whipped my head up, only to become eye to eye with one of the boys I work for, Louis Tomlinson. I was known as one of their many, and only female security guards. I spent basically every hour of the day with them, and I would for the next few months on their first ever live tour. I was only a year older than him and we shared quite a few interests... Hell, I took an interest in him after all this time.

Not wanting to bore him with my sad truth, I shook my head, "I'm fine," I said softly, offering him a fake, small smile. "That smile is faker than Kim Kardashian's bum," Louis retorted, making me snicker and roll my eyes at his remark.

Louis sat next to me and looked at me expectantly, "What's the matter with you, love?" He asked gently, his blue eyes sharp and scanning mine, trying to seek out answers with just his imitating gaze.

Choosing to stay quiet, I looked back down at my lap, a blush burning into my face as I didn't want to tell him. "C'mon, it can't be that bad," Louis urged, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Easy for you to say, Louis.

"It's stupid," I stated honestly. I didn't want to burden him with something as small as an atom. "Well, if it's got you this worked up, it's not," He said, "C'mon, it's just me. You can tell me anything, love," He soothed, his hand moving from my shoulder to gently caress my back. "It's something you can't do to help me," I say, using my last attempt to get out of the conversation.

And Louis being Louis, knowing me better than I knew myself and being the nosey fucker he is, wouldn't let it go. "You won't know that until you tell me what it is. I can do more than a lot of others think," Louis said confidently.

Sighing, I caved, "I've never had a Valentine before and I've never been kissed or had a boyfriend before. Seeing people with something I've always wanted to have and do since forever makes me feel sick to my stomach. For God's sake, I'm twenty years old and I've never been on a single date in my life, so yeah, today is sucky for me, okay?" I rambled defensively.

A few beats of silence went by before Louis said the last thing I thought I'd hear.

"I can help you with all of those things."

Shocked at his words, I whipped my head to face him. Louis had a blush on his face and his eyes were soft and genuine with sincerity. "I've always had a liking for you and I'm not currently with someone, so I can be your boyfriend and your Valentine if you want?" He offered softly.

All I could do was nod before smiling shyly, "I'd love that," I say softly, making him grin. "And to double as your boyfriend and your Valentine, I can teach you to kiss. I am the master after all," He said cheekily.

I laughed out loud, "The master, you say?" I asked. "The girls back at home don't call me The Kiss Master Of Doncaster for nothing," He shrugged confidently, making me giggle and shake my head. "You're an idiot, Louis Tomlinson," I smiled.

Louis gently reached his hand forward to tuck a few free strands of hair behind my ear and out of my face, leaning forwards a little bit, "And you are beautiful, Y/n L/n," He said softly. I blushed deeply at his words and subconsciously leaned in slightly.

And before I knew it, Louis was kissing me. I let out a soft gasp at the contact before fluttering my eyes closed and leaned into him. After a few seconds, Louis pulled away, making me sheepishly open my eyes. "Was I bad?" I asked softly, making him smile and shake his head, "Not at all, love," He said before licking his lips, "Is that cherry chapstick?" He asked cheekily, making me smack his chest, earning a laugh.

I couldn't help but join him with small giggles, but our laughter died down, Louis gently cupped my face again. "Just mimic what my lips do, now," He instructed before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine once more. Louis' lips started to slowly massage mine, making me whimper involuntarily before mimicking the movements.

Louis hummed in approval as he kissed me slowly, his free hand moving to rest on my thigh. He soon broke the kiss, "You need to do something with your hands, love. Do anything that comes naturally, okay?" He said softly, making me blush in embarrassment before nodding my head. "Right, and I'm gonna be licking at your lips pretty soon, so whenever you do, don't be scared, just part your lips and let me do all the work," He whispered, moving closer, making me nod once more before he closed the gap between us.

Thinking about what he told me, I moved my hands to rest on his chest gently. Louis smiled into the kiss and scooched forward a little bit just to become closer. I shifted to face him fully, making his hand move from my back so he could wrap his arm around my waist. A soft gasp left my lips when I felt his tongue swipe against them.

Parting my lips, I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, and as soon as it made contact with mine, I whimpered once more, my hands fisting in his shirt to pull him closer to me. I tugged at it, making Louis let out a muffled yelp into my mouth as he fell on top of me.

He broke the kiss momentarily, and just as I was about to apologize, he grabbed my thighs and pushed them apart, shifting the two of us so he could lay in-between my legs before hovering above me and slotting our lips back together. A soft moan left my lips as he tongued my mouth fiercely, his arms wrapped around my waist. I kissed back, moving my tongue along his, making him groan into my mouth.

My hands lost themselves in his hair as we snogged. After a while, he pulled back, the two of us breathless. "Holy shit," I panted softly, making him chuckle. "That was brilliant, baby," He praised, making me giggle and blush.

"Now, how about we go out for a Valentine's dinner date tonight, yeah?" He asked, making me smile. "Yeah," I smiled, earning a small smile from him. Louis then leaned forward to kiss the tip of my nose, then my forehead before nuzzling his face into my neck. "I'm not squishing you, am I?" He asked hesitantly, making me giggle as I wrapped my arms around him. "No, it's really comfy this way. You're like a giant teddy bear," I whispered, earning a small laugh in response.