One Direction One Shots 3

Harsh Breaths (Larry Threesome)

You didn’t realise you were this nervous until the moment you stood at their front door, fiddling with your bracelets. Your hand hesitated at the bell, your stomache in a tangled mess. You’ve tried to deny the feeling of attraction to both the boys the entire week but now standing there, right before their door, your mind is swimming with questions that could only be answered if you ran the doorbell.

Taking a deep breath, you gently press the button, heaving a sigh. Before you can shake off your nerves, the door opens with Harry leaning against the doorframe, his eyes drinking you in with an intensity that left you stricken with silence. Lust eminent in those striking green eyes.

 “Well, hello gorgeous,” Harry’s raspy voice said as his eyes finally returned to yours.

“Hi,” you manage to choke out as he leads you into the expensive flat the two boys shared. But before you could take in the stunning room, you were aware of a slight pressure around your wrist and the handsome boy leaning against the bar.

You smile widely as his eyes light up and walks over toward you. He envelopes you in a warm, sweet hug, making your entire body tingle, his hands lingering on your hips as he leans back to drink you in.

As Harry makes his way over to the bar to grab a drink, you’re left alone with Louis, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your wrist as the two of you laugh and talk. You look over to the bar to find harry staring at you with intense fire that made your face flush hot. As he approaches, you see him glance over at Louis, and the two of them share a secret smile.

After a few hours, the three of you were just past the stage of tipsy, that fine line between sober and wasted, where you’re beginning to feel the haze in your head but enough courage to do things that you’d usually not normally do. Music was turned on and you were lying on Louis’ lap as the three of you talked lazily about everything and nothing.

You swayed your hips to the music on the couch and you could feel a pair of warm hands gripping them. You’re eyes fluttering closed as you felt the warm hand gently rubbing your hipbone. You open your eyes to find Louis eyeing you with a hunger you can’t deny. You breathe out heavily as he lets a small mischievous smile play on his face.

He shares another mysterious glance with his friend before Harry jumps up suddenly and says, “Let’s go swimming,” while running to the double doors that led outside.

Before you can even reply, Louis picks you up and follows. Once outside, he lets you down, hands still lingering on your bare thigh.

You look around, wondering if there was a spare swimsuit, but the minute you looked at the scene before you, you knew there were no swimsuits involved. Harry was already in the pool, stripped down to his boxers, diving down and dunking his mess of brown curls in the water before flipping them out of his eyes.

You bite your lip, observing the glistening curls as water dripped off them. You look to your right and find Louis already in the process of kicking his pants off before running and diving into the pool. Your throat catches at the sight of his perfectly tanned and toned body. Both of their intense eyes, dark with lust, eyed you.

“Come on, get in!” Harry said from the pool, playfully shoving Louis across to reach the edge.

“I’m not yelling a bra though!” You laughed because it was the truth. You didn’t mind stripping down, but you were kind of missing an essential half.

“And that’s stopping you because?” Louis asked jokingly, wading towards you in the water. You laugh once again, but you realise the boys weren’t joking. You sigh to yourself, their tanned torsos glistening with beads of water. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re stripping off your dress and kicking it away with your feet before running into the cool water, your arms crossed over your chest.