Chapter 16
Sighing, I pulled my phone out to check for missed calls, but of course there weren't any. Just like there wasn't any thirty secnds ago when I checked. Harry said he would be here almost an hour ago, and I was getting a bit worried. He was probably drunk and alone. I looked for any missed texts, emails, even Tweets, but there was nothing.
I rested my head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. I pulled the blanket a bit closer, and couldn't help but realize how lonely it was. It's the same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now. I wanted Harry in here, holding me and telling me all the stupid little stories without a point and showing me all his dance skills and just being here.
Hearing the click on the lock, I sat up quickly, throwing the cover to the side and rushing out. Harry was quietly shutting the doo, tiptoeing, thinking I was asleep or something. "Hello...Harry." I said, suddenly feeling nerves. I hadn't expected to feel this when I finally saw him.
His hair was a mess, just all over the place and greasy and it even had a few things sticking in and out of it in various places. He was wearing a shirt that I knew for a fact was his mother's. It was silky, and blue with little white hearts all over it. It was buttoned all the way up to the collar, and it made him look slim. He paired it with those black skinny jeans he knew I hated, the ones with the leather patches on the knees.
He looked perfect. "Erm...Hey...Lewis." He snickered, stumbling over and falling onto the couch. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow as my nerves settled a little. He was drunk, so maybe he wouldn't even remember this tomorow. "Let's get you to bed." I sighed, grabbing him by the elbow and taking him into my room.
"Mmmm not tired. I wanna dance." He said, flailing his arms around and smiling that dimpled grin. I missed that smile. "You have to dance with me baby!" He said, turning on the radio as I continued to drag him to the bedroom. "I will tomorow, when you're sober." I popped some acetiminophen in his mouth, before laying him in bed and covering him up.
"Lewis...Come lay with me." He whined, and I chuckled, but felt something in the pit of my stomach. I remmbered the night everything went wrong, it coming back in flashbacks and echoes. My heart raced and my palms sweated. I couldn't make that mistake again, I think, as it plays in my mind.
"Come here, come let older brother Louis protect you." I smirked, moving over in the tiny bed as he walked to the other side, getting in. We layed straight, both of us just staring at the ceiling until I closed my eyes. I still couldn't sleep because of the rain splattering on the roof, but at least I wasn't feeling sick anymore.
"Hey Ha-" I said, but Harry turned onto his side, curling into me. His arm wrapped around my waist. "Aren't you a little old to hold like that?" I joked, and he just made an incoherent noise. "You're soft, but your stomach is all muscle." He said, his words coming out clearer since he had lifted his head.
I smiled, proud all my hard hours at the gym were paying off. I closed my eyes, listening to his breathing and his heart beat. It was a better sound then the sound of the rain. I was about to try to sleep, until I felt something pressing against my leg. I looked down, and my entire face went bright red. Harry had a hard-on.
"Harry?" He looked up at me, and I noticed his lips were red, he had obviously been biting them. "I'm sorry.....You're just...so warm and..sexy..." I blushed, rolling my eyes. I could just ignore it, but when his hand trailed a little lower on my hips, I watched his hand, my heart race picking up.
Without another second to comprehend what was happening, Harry had his legs around my waist, straddling me. His lips took control of mine, and I was too shocked to move or push him away. His lips, plump, thick, red lips pressed into mine, and I swear my hands curled around his hips, pulling him harder onto me.
I felt his erection press into my flacid self, and I couldn't help but become a bit hard. His hands went to my hips, pushing my pants down slowly, his hands now on my bare hip bones. He licked my lower lip, and before I could open my mouth to give him access, I came back into reality. I pushed him off, him landing on the floor.
I jumped, but calmed down when it was just Harry grabbing my waist, trying to pull me against him in his sleep. I heard his loud snoring, as I slowly cuddled into him. It felt nice being back in his arms, back where I belonged. I was in love with Harry, there was no denying it any more. But is it too late?
As I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, I heard the faint sound of the radio that Harry had turned on playing from the main room. "You can't go to bed...Without a cup of tea. Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep." Harry mumbled the words to the song, and I chuckled, wiping at my eyes.
Our song is on the radio but it don't sound the same.
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Sorry for the crappy chapter, I wasn't even going to update but meh, I did. I have been stressing a lot and my headaches are getting worse and I just....A lot going on and my story Over Again recently got 24,000 reads and I got 200 followers which is FRICKEN INSANE!!!! Like, woah. Since not that many people like my stories, it's shocking. Oh, and for those who didn't know, Little Things and They Don't Know About Us is the Larry song because....Well obvious reasons.
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When I was Your Man (Larry Stylinson)
Fanfiction"Too young, too dumb to realize, That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby is dancing, but he's danci...
