The True Meaning of Love- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

The clock read 20:16 and Harry lay down on his bed, his room mate Ed Sheeran was out, probably fucking that girl he just me recently... Lucy! That was it. He kept dragging on about how she would lock her fingers on his ginger hair and it would send shivers down his back. He kept going on about how amazing her crimson red lips danced upon his. They moulded perfectly apparently. But he didn't care... He had taylor. She was the prettiest girl on campus, the stereotypical barbie girl, blonde her, cute country accent, beautiful voice and has the eyes of a model. Best thing was, she was all his. He felt something constrict in his tight black jeans. Something got hard by the thought of her. Suddenly, his mind blanked and was replaced by sapphire blue eyes.
Harry shot up straight and let out a loud gasp. He began to breathe heavily. If it wasn't for his phone suddenly ringing, he would have burst into tears. He leaned over and picked up his phone. It was taylor, and a smile rocketed from one end to another of his face.

From Taylor (20:32)

"Hey Harry, girls have gone out and I've been thinking of you, actually you made me have an accident ;) mind helping me finish up? Xxxx"

Harry grinned so much that his face hurt, he quickly opened his drawer and began burrowing his head into it, searching for something.

"Shit" he muttered

He ran to ed's bed and looked in his drawer. He smiled as he found the small packet he was looking for. A condom. He quickly scrabbled to his bed and replied to Taylor:

From Harry (20:36)

"Of course, you know me, Rescuing a damsel in distress is my job ;) Come to my dorm, Ed is out ;) xxxx"

Harry waited for a good 15 minutes before a knock came upon the door. He sprung onto his feet and ran for the door. He opened the door and was greeted by... Sweet, wet lips. He was shocked at first but put his arm around Taylor's neck and kissed her back. She let out a gentle moan which drove Harry insane, deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to lick her bottom lip asking for permission to enter her mouth. She opened her mouth and their tongues became a violent battle for domination. Moans flew every now and then and Harry slowly and carefully guided Taylor to his bed while their lips were interlocked. When they reached the bed, Taylor broke the kiss.

"You naught boy! You know what us country girls do to boys who like you?" Taylor roughly said.

"No, show me!" Harry replied

Taylor dropped down on Harry and ripped his shirt open. The sound made Harry drop his head back and he felt a wet sensation work its way down his chest.

"Taylor, please... I-I-stop Ple...please stop teasing!" Harry cried

Taylor ignored and put her hand on Harry's crotch and enclosed her fist! Harry moaned so loud that it could wake the whole corridor up!

"Ssh!! You want me to bring my lasso" claimed Taylor. Harry remained silent. "I thought so."

Taylor then unbuttoned his tight jeans and put her hand down his Calvin Klein boxers, she surveyed Harry. His eyes tight shut as she began rubbing up and down. Harry's tanned skin glistened in the moonlight as he sweated. His hand made a shape of a fist and he screamed out in pleasure!

"Taylor, p-p-please, I need you.. Your. Your mouth, I n-need your fucking mouth!" Harry cried

Taylor gave in and enclosed her lips around the head of his cock, she slowly made her way up and down and Harry moaned and groaned, causing her to increase her speed. "Oh fuck! Taylor, so fucking good! Ahh" she couldn't help but grin.

Harry moaned in ecstasy as the blond haired girl worked his cock. He looked down on her but was shocked to not see Taylor but... No! It can't be. It was Louis from Starbucks! He thought he got rid of him from his mind before he got back home. Clearly not. His deep blue eyes pierced through Harry and made him feel alive. A feeling no one has made him ever feel. He could feel the sweat trickle down his cheek and Louis let out a grin. He could feel his muscles tense! He was about to.. "Fuck! Louis!" He yelled shutting his eyes. Falling back onto his bed.

He wished he didn't open his eyes because when he did, he saw Taylor and her eyes, filled with tears. He didn't realise what he had done until Taylor brought it up.

"Harry? Who is L-Louis?" She cried through her teeth. Jaw clenched

"No one!" Harry immediately responded. His heart sank as he said those words.. He felt hurt. Why did he felt hurt saying those words? He thought.

"Obviously not!" Taylor yelled, Harry knew she picked up on him hesitating. She stood up and grabbed her purse which she dropped by the door. "We're over" the words escaped her mouth before ferociously slamming the door behind her.

Harry sat there for a good minute before breaking down into a pool of tears..