Don't Let Me Go (Larry fanfiction)

Chapter Three

(Well I hope you guys like this! I almost cried writing this! -Nikki)

Chapter Three

    My best friend, boyfriend, is beside me. This seems too good to be true so I pinch myself. “Harry?”

            “What?” He smiles at me.

            “Why’d you pinch yourself?”

            “Just making sure this is real.”

            “This is real. I’ll prove it.” He gets on top of me with a grin playing on his face. His lips touch mine as his body lies on top of me. “Do you believe it’s real now?” I nod my head, and put my hand around his back. “Are you still scared of going too far?” He asks kissing my neck.

            “I’m not scared anymore I love you Lou.” He gets off me slowly then runs to my room. “Where are you going?” I chuckle.

            “I want to cuddle on your bed like we used to!” he yells through the house. I run into my room and sit on the bed beside him. “Kiss me like that time lying on your bed next to me.” I get on top and start kissing him roughly, biting on his lower lip.

            “We do this every time before you leave. . .”

            “But this time it’ll be different you’ll see.” He kisses my cheek lightly. Taking a deep breath, I continue kissing him, pulling his shirt off. I put my hands on his chest wanting to feel him more. We never went past this before, but I know Louis wants more than what we’re doing. “Are you nervous?” he asks my breathily.

            “Y-y-e-s—a little.” He moves me from on top to beside him. This feeling, an indescribable feeling, is making my heart heavy. I want nothing more than to let go of my fear of being with him the way I want. “I can’t do this. . .I’m so sorry.” I run out of my room with tears in my eyes.

            “Come back!” Louis yells from the room. He walks into the living room looking at me on the couch. “Harry. . .”

            “I can’t do this to myself, playing this game, knowing you’re going away again. I don’t wanna hurt anymore.” A tear slowly trickles down my cheek. He kisses my cheek sweetly.

            “Should I go then? If all I’m doing is hurting you maybe it would be best for me to leave. . .”

            “Louis—“ my voice cracks, “stay. Please.”

            “Whatever you want babe. Now look at me.” I look at him, his beautiful blue eyes staring at me. He kisses my neck softly, so softly I want him to kiss the skin rougher. I pull lightly on his air. He gets the hint and starts sucking on my neck. His hand is travelling down my body, making my dick go hard. “Should I not do this?”

            “N-n-n-o, keep going,” I half moan. His hand slowly goes underneath my boxers. He takes them off and throws them on the floor. I watch as he touches my tip with his fingertip.

            “You’re probably hating but loving these gentle touches.” He starts chuckling as his fingers gently go up and down my dick teasingly. “I’ll give you what you want Styles, no more teasing.” He roughly starts kissing me, his hand pumping my dick fast; I buck my hips up into his hand.

            “Louis!” I scream as I cum on his hand. He licks a strip up licking me clean. He holds me tight, smiling wide, I kiss him. “I love you so much Louis. . .”