One Direction One Shots 3

Kiss You (Louis)

"Louis I am so excited!" I was with one of my best friends, Louis, or Lou for short, or boobear, my personal favorite, despite his personal preference. We were standing in line outside the Hawthorne Theater in Portland. One of my favorite bands was playing tonight and I had been stoked for the concert for over a month. “Please don’t think differently of me after this." Louis gave me a questioning look, raising his eyebrows.

"Why would I think differently of you?"

"Because I am going to try and touch the lead singer and it might be very inappropriate." Louis laughed at my forwardness. Normally I am a pretty shy person, but when it came to concerts and seeing live music I became passionate, it was the thing I lived for.

We’d been standing outside the theater for a few hours before the rain began to pour. I was wearing a simple v-neck short sleeved shirt, not bothering to bring a jacket. The rain soon soaked into my skin, chilling me to the bone. Uncontrollably, my teeth began to chatter.

"Babe." without asking, Louis pulled me into his arms from behind, hugging my center. His warmed breath on my neck was soothing and my body temperature began to rise. His hands ran along my bare arms, transferring his heat. Lou and I were friends, but something about him always held my attention, held my affections hostage. He was funny, like crazy funny, silly, not too serious and always able to put a smile on my face and well it didn’t hurt that he was fucking hot and don’t get me started on his fucking accent. His arms continued to hug me, I felt his muscles flex as we slightly swayed back and forth to the music blasting in the headphones we shared. Louis obnoxiously sang the lyrics in my ear, off key on purpose.

"This is for real, this time I mean it. I’m coming clean please don’t let go. I said from the start that you could take it or leave it, I prefer that you keep it, don’t let go. This is the best thing that I’ve ever had for real." He ‘Sang.’

"Hey, who sings this song?" I asked, interrupting his screeches.

"Um, Motion City Soundtrack"

"Oh okay, let’s keep it that way." I laughed, earning a shocking gasp from Louis; he pushed me away, fighting the smile from his face.

"Fine, keep yourself warm." He threatened.

"No, Lou I’m sorry, please." I held my arms out, pleading to feel his warmth again, pouting my lip slightly, trying to be cute and lovable.

He rolled his eyes and brought me in to hug his chest. “She’s touching my butt, RAPE!" Louis yelled out of nowhere. I collapsed into laughter further into his chest, my hand covering his mouth.

"You’d wish I’d touch your butt." I mumbled. I felt a wetness on my palm. “Did you just lick me?" Lou nodded enthusiastically, satisfied with his revenge. I sighed before removing my hand from his mouth, wiping it on his shirt.

"Thanks for coming with me Louis, even though you just got your spit all over me."

"Sure babe." He winked at me with a cheesy smile.

The line was now moving and people began funneling in the small venue. I quickly swerved in and out of the crowd; Louis’ hand clung to mine, as we made our way through the slow moving people to reach the gate at the stage. I hooked my arms around the gate, claiming my spot, knowing that I would stay here the whole concert. Louis, who usually hooks his arms around the gate next to me, instead placed his large arms on either side of me, forming a protective shell. His body close to mine, I felt a sudden heat, a spark, as he spoke in my ear.

"This okay?" Asking for permission to continue hugging around me, I nodded, sinking further into his comfortable embrace. His head dropped to rest on my shoulder. I then felt a light pressure on my shoulder; I turned to see Louis eyeing me carefully as he slowly brought his mouth to my shoulder, teeth exposed, like a lion going after its prey. His teeth bit slowly into me before he retracted and act as though nothing had happened.