War Lips (Harry Styles A.U.)

Chapter 9

I am not cheating.

"God you're so beautiful," Tom murmured into my lips as he kissed me hungrily.

I am not cheating.

"So beautiful." His teeth pulled on my lower lip teasingly earning a low moan from me as his hands rubbed over my thighs that were wrapped around his waist.

I am not cheating I tell myself as I pull fistfulls of his hair. Tom had began to buy me drinks at the bar that I was with Lillia. She was too drunk to even notice that a man was talking to me. Tom had made me laugh so hard to the point of spitting out my tequila. It felt great to laugh again. He had come over and introduced himself as Tom Hiddleston.

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"Do you have any idea how amazing this shot is???" Lillia was clearly drunk out of her normal ways. I was starting to get buzzed.

"Who is taking us home?"

"We flew here rememberrr???????" The excessive r's in her slurred speech made it clearer to me that my flower was in no condition to be left alone.

"This man got you another shot of tequila." The woodish scented voice was a bit disgusting. Couldn't blame the man either since working as a bartender could lead him to drink a bit as well.

"Thank you." I expertly found the shot and took a sip slowly, letting the fire rage into my throat and down my body giving me the sense of warmth.

"Hello there, I'm Tom. What's your name, honey?"

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The reminders of last night hit me with the wave of a hangover. My head was pulsing, threatening me that it would explode if I moved the slightest bit. Goodness, I promise to never drink ever again! Suddenly something next to me stir and a large arm fell over my stomach. Harry? Was he finally home now?

Excited, my hands hungrily traced up from the arm to his chest, his neck, and face. Yet... The bone structure.. Was... Different.

"Gmmmm." The man let out a noise that sounded like a bear. He was shirtless from what I felt. My hands immediately flew to my chest. I was braless. What happened? What did I do? From my fear of the unknown, I slowly swung my legs over, my toes touched the unfamiliar floor. It felt like marble. Where am I? What have I done? "Good morning, Emma."

"Good morning." I said quietly. The voice that had bid me good morning was sweet and gentle. Yet so manly and deep. I could not detect the scent or colours it sent to my brain. I was confused with the images I was receiving.

"I will be in the kitchen making breakfast. My shirts are in the drawer that is 3 up and 2 to the left. It will have a brass feel of beads on it." The man could be heard to rustle out of bed and his feet on the floor. Then the sounds of him putting on clothes and leaving were a wind of night. Very silent but you could feel it.

"Thank you," my voice was just a low whisper ashamed. I felt around the walls until I stubbed my little toe on what seemed to be a leg of drawers. Cursing under my breath, I went up 3 and 2 to the left and pulled it open. I felt my way around the shirts of variety of textures. "Silk. Denim. What is this?" I finally decided to put on the silk shirt. It felt like a causal dress shirt. I slowly pushed my arms into the sleeves as I heard someone knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"I am Mr. Hiddleston's house keeper. May I enter?" What a strange voice to a house keepers.

"Um wait up please." I walked to where the voice has emitted from. My hands felt around what seem to be a wall, it had a soft dry texture to it.