sex journal [nourry au] [no updates]

i keep craving

i am so sorry for the lack of updates

LOUIS
// baby, you're electric love is driving me mad //

"I miss his scent."

Niall and I sit in the diner on the corner of my street, eating french fries and reminiscing on the day's events. The only interesting topic I can put on the table is Harry and I's encounter.

"What did he...smell like?"

"Flowers, specifically roses," I sigh dreamily, "And sex. He smelt of sex."

"Like post sex or, just sex?"

"Niall," I groan, "do you really expect me to know?"

"I--"

I take the last fry out of the basket and drop it my mouth, moaning as the salty taste hits my taste buds. fries are delicious, no matter who eats them.

"So Louis, when do we wanna go to the movies? There's so much new stuff out, I mean, we could close our eyes and pick one, or do the traditional pay for one and go to three."

"Hm, you know what?" I compromise, "let's go to a movie tomorrow. Why not."

"Really?" Niall smiles excitedly, "Sick!"

"What movie do you want to see?"

"Well--"

His phone rings and he looks at the caller ID, groaning,

"That's my ride, I have to go."

I nod and he leans down, hugging me,

"Love you."

"You too."

He leaves and I sit alone, picking at my delicious food as I wonder what to do with my extremely enticing life.

"Excuse me?"

I look up and right before me, is the Greek god himself. His hair is swept behind him, a dark blue sweater draped across his torso and his jeans hugging tightly in all the right places, per usual.

My eyes trail up to his and he smiles, sitting down next to me without another word.

"Hello."

"I'm sorry," I chuckle, "how do you remember me?"

"How can I forget those baby blue eyes?"

I roll my eyes, pushing my basket further away from us as he inches closer,

"You like close proximity, don't you?"

"I feel more of a connection with whoever I'm talking to."

I nod, pursing my lips together as he puts an arm across the top of the booth,

"Where'd your friend go?"

"He had to go," I answer quietly, "his ride came."

Harry nods, his thumb grazing my shoulder softly,

"How would you feel about kissing me right now?"

My eyes widen and I nod quickly, gulping down all my anxiety and insecurities as Harry proposes his suggestion.

"Would you...like to kiss me?" I ask him nervously.

"Yes Louis, I would love to kiss you."

He takes my hand, leading me out of the booth and outside,

"Why would you like to kiss me..." I ask again, stupidly might I add. He sighs, taking my shoulders in his slightly tense grip as he looks right into the eyes he adores so much,

"Because, Louis, I don't believe in pace. Pace is what slows us down, and I don't want to slow down to the point where I lose you."

His hands trail down to my waistline, and I feel myself trembling as he stands still,

"So kiss me."