The Presidents Son - Larry Stylinson

Can I Admit Something?

"Uh!" I hear a long drawn out groan.

I become conscious and I begin to feel a killer head ache.

I pry my eyes open, looking to the foot of my bed, but my eyes catch on Liam, who is drawn across my couch chair thingy on the other side of my room. He's laid out and is grasping his head, and is breathing shallowly.

"Liam, you alright mate?" I Ask, hearing my dry, and unattractive voice breaking the air.

I blink my eyes slowly and sleepy seeming, despite my new inability to sleep with this head ache being so prominent. I begin to sit up.

"Yeah.." Liam grunts as his eyes snap open briefly to stare at me, before snapping shut again as he grips his stomach. "Imma be sick. Ugh." he rushes as he stumbles out of the awkward position he was in on the couch and limps to the bathroom quickly, slamming the door, which wakes up Niall. He sits up quickly and stares around frightened. He sees me, sitting up now. I feel the sheets stirring beside me and am startled, not use to anyone being in the bed with me. I watch Harry in a mesmerizing haze as his head turns towards me. He's lying on his stomach, arms wrapped under a pillow with his head on top. The covers shift to show off his glorious back, his shoulder blades shifting smoothly under his skin, as he blinks his eyes open, green meeting with my own, his soft skin matching the soft glow of the sunlight filtered by the curtains coming through the window. His lips are so soft and pink, like cotton candy, and I begin to get flash backs.

I blink quickly as images filter through my mind

His eyes closing as he sucks obscenely on my thigh, as if that's the only thing in the world to worry about.

I swallow thickly and throw my head back, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Your thighs, so delicious." he says, pulling away briefly, before looking back at my thigh, admiring his work. The sight of seeing him in that position -on his knees in front of me- raising thoughts in my mind I'd rather not have at the moment... or maybe I do..? I don't know honestly.

My eyebrows scrunch as I scan the flashback over and over again in my mind, what happened, that doesn't seem right I wouldn't have let that happen. Was that... Harry?

My eyes widen as the feeling of him on my skin, those lips, which i'm staring rather intensely at right now, sucking a mark into my skin.

My heart speeds up, as I realize I'm staring. "Lou...." he mumbles, eyes still staring at mine. Why is hedoing that no stop

I look away quickly as he tensely pushes himself up, in a push up position, before turning over, and sitting up right.

"Ugh" he groans. "What happened last night?"

I look at Niall, who is staring at me in thought?

He blinks out of his haze as he answers, "No idea mate. Just have to wait till we get flashbacks."

"Surely we didn't get that drunk?" I state, rubbing my head.

"I remember staring at Liam and him laughing... as he drank a beer." niall peices together, staring blankly at my wall.

"So that confirms he atleast drank a little."

Niall nods, biting his lip, as if on cue Liam opens my bathroom door.

He leans on the door frame, looking pale.

"The pain, I'm never drinking again'!" he declares as he stumbles off my doorframe and practically collapses on the couch were he slept. He rubs his neck.

"Not the best place to sleep for the night...my neck hurts horridly." he tells us.

I can't help the echo of words filling my mind as images begin to match the words again.