Ow, Lou, you're hurting me," you say, trying to get your arm out of his grasp.
"I'll talk to you later, Haz," Louis spits, looking over your shoulder at a stunned-looking Harry.
"Uh yeah, Lou. Talk to you soon." Harry replies, sending him a small smile and wave. Louis glowers back and drags you through the crowd of drunken dancers, putting the drink he had gotten you God knows where.
You get out into the crisp night air and you shiver in your skimpy dress. Louis looks down at you and his eyes soften as he reaches for his jacket, before he suddenly pulls back and his jaw tightens as he briskly pulls you into the backseat of the awaiting cab.
Louis gives the cab driver your guys' address and the cab begins to move. Louis turns his attention to you.
"What the hell were you doing in there, Y/N?!" Louis exclaims, his eyes burning holes into yours.
"I wasn't doing anything Louis! I was just waiting for you to come back, and was chatting and dancing with Harry!" You spit back, shocked that he is actually upset about this.
"Please." He scoffs. "You were practically fucking each other on the god damn dance floor Y/N, do you think I'm blind?!"
"I wasn't! And I'm offended that you would even think that I would do that to you Louis! I'm yours!" You shout. "I'm. Yours."
You see Louis' eyes darken with desire as you say those words. He leans forward to be right up next to your ear, and whispers, "I'm gonna show you you're mine tonight, bitch." He lightly nips at your earlobe before growling and sitting back and waiting out the rest of the cab ride; his hand resting dangerously close to your now throbbing heat.
You moan quietly with anticipation and rest your hand on Louis' thigh; slowly inching it closer and closer towards his growing bulge.
