"Wait… I want another drink." I slurred and picked up the close to empty bottle on the coffee table. Louis smiled and downed the rest of his. Instead of pouring the vodka into my cup, I pressed the bottle to my mouth and chugged the last of it, causing me to choke from the burning sensation it created.
Louis giggled and patted my back, as if that ever helped people stop coughing. Once my hacking fit stopped, he rested his hand on my lower back. I sighed and leaned back, resting my buzzing head on the soft cushion of my couch.
"You know, the first picture I saw of you, I thought your were sexy." I admitted and turned to face him. A small smirk appeared on his face and I stared up into his eyes.
"I thought you looked pretty sexy covered in flour." he whispered in my ear and I smiled. My vision was blurry, but not so blurry that I couldn’t see how beautiful his blue eyes were, even in the dim light of the table lamp. I knew I was drunk, and he was drunk, but that didn’t stop me from forcefully pressing my lips against his.
He immediately moved his lips with mine. His arms yanked me closer to his body and I held onto his neck, making sure he wouldn’t break away. His tongue made it’s way across my bottom lip and I obediently opened my mouth, allowing him to explore my mouth. I let out a soft moan as he started kissing down my jaw line. I sat up so I could stratal on his lap and my lips met him once again.
I ran my hands down Louis’ chest and slowly lifted his shirt off of his warm body. His lips met mine once again, but this time it was the battle for dominance. Our tongues fought each other to see who would have control, both of us obviously not going down without a fight.
Louis flipped me over so he was hovering over me, not parting our lips once. His hands traveled up and down my sides, before gently resting on my neck, trying to win control over me.
I bit his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and pushed him away from me, catching my breath. He leant back down and started biting and kissing at my neck, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. Just as he was about to pull my shirt from over my head, I retreated, realizing how wrong this was.
He looked down, shamefully and picked up his shirt. I watched him as he swiftly put it back on in one fluent movement and grabbed his coat.
"Louis…" I mumbled, trying to get his attention. He just waved his hand around before storming out of my flat. I rested my tired head in my hands and stared at the ground.
I got drunk.
With Louis Tomlinson.
Made out.
With Louis Tomlinson.
I almost had sex.
With Louis Tomlinson.
I grunted in frustration and flopped onto my bed, deciding to sleep this horrible day away.
The Next Morning….
I groaned into my pillow, regretting drinking a while bottle of vodka by myself. To be honest, I don’t remember anything that happened beyond buying the vodka. The faintest memory of Louis Tomlinson was etched in the back of my mind, but it was probably just because he was at the restaurant.
I showered and stepped out, drying of my oddly painful neck. I looked in the mirror and their were love bites all over my neck and ears and collarbone. The fuck?!
