Two Months With Him [COMPLETED]

Part Seventeen

Louis' POV:

His lips are on mine and before I can even think I'm pressing back into him with my lips.

I take Harry's forcefulness and I let him push me up against the door.

Fuck what's going on

I haven't even had time to take a breathe and we are already making out.

My brains not listening and my heart doesn't want what's happening right now to end.

Harry's hands travel up my shirt and to my chest and back.

As the kissing gets more intense Harry picks me up so I can straddle him. I put my arms around his neck and he takes us both into the living room.

He breaks the kiss so he can lay me down on the couch. But he quickly returns and straddles me this time with his body pressed into my waist.

He's kissing me again and I can taste the alcohol on his breath.

As much as I don't want this kiss to end I remember what's happening here and I push Harry's shoulders away from me.

He looks at me and suddenly, even in his drunken state, he remembers what he's doing.

We are both breathing heavily and I look up at him who's just staring back at me with wide eyes, not believing what he just did either.

"You're drunk." I tell him.

He comes back to and gets off of me quickly.

"I uh...um..I..." I know he's trying to think of something to say to cover this up.

"Don't worry about it. You're drunk, remember?"

I look at him in hopes that this won't turn into a fight right here and I try to brush it off as nothing more than a drunken decision.

"Um, okay." He says.

I try to escape from this awkward situation and I turn around and walk to my room leaving Harry in the living room alone.

When I get to my room I close the door and lean my back against it.

What.

Was.

That.

As my mind is going crazy i look across the room and for the second time since this boy came into my life I open the journal that's on the desk and I begin to write.

He just kissed me. He fucking kissed me what the fuck does this mean??

I'm not gay! I've never even thought about liking guys. I've had girlfriends for fucks sake!

And he's the one that kissed me!!

He kissed me. Why did he kiss me?

My mind is racing in a thousand different directions and none of them I'm able to put on paper.

Frustration takes over me.

I sling the journal across the room and I'm pissed that this boy has come into my house and completely been a total ass to me. He gets drunk when I invite him to hang out with friends and then he brings his slutty friend so he can have sex over the dinner table.

He's been a complete and total dick to me and suddenly he gets a few drinks in him and thinks he can throw himself at anyone to get some?

Well fuck him for thinking he can use me like that.

My anger for Harry is at an extreme high right now so I decide it's probably best to try and relax.

I decide on taking a shower and letting the hot water remove all the filth away from me that I feel.

The shower does little to help me clear my thoughts when I finally get into bed and try to sleep.

He was drunk. It was just a drunken kiss. I remind myself.

But there was something else there...there had to of been.

Maybe it's just me? But I'm not gay, I know I'm not I know girls have an effect on me...

My mind continues to rethink and ask questions that I won't have answers too until tomorrow. So I force myself to push them away as I try to get some sleep.

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I think I can speak for everyone when I say FINALLY SOME LARRY!!! haha I know you guys  waited FOREVER to get some Larry action ;) I hope I delivered to please. As always your comments are loved. :)