chances | larry stylinson

4. daddy

harry's pov

[not to spoil it but smut warning]

After my date with Louis, things in life slowly seemed to fall together, it's as if this hopeless family beach vacation wasn't so hopeless, my parents even went a whole day without arguing, one whole day! Gemma was still being Gemma, harassing me about details on Louis and I but unfortunately I didn't know what we were, I was constantly asking if this was just some quick vacation hookup or something that could grow into something beautiful.

On a rather hot day, Louis took me down to the beach so we could keep getting to know each other. The feeling of sand between my toes and my hand intertwined with Louis' made me feel giddy, even though it seemed something rather stupid to be happy about, but I've never had anyone seem so interested in me.

"What are we?" I asked him, as we strolled the shore. "I'm really enjoying our time together, but even as good as it is, it's going to end soon when we both go back to our homes."

"I stalked you on Facebook."

"What?" I asked, at the random comment.

"I stalked your Facebook profile, and you're from Cheshire."

"Okay, and...?"

"I'm a sophomore at Cheshire University," he said as my heart started racing, I didn't want to get my hopes up, chances are that this isn't going to work out. But I couldn't help but to use every sliver of hope I had in him.

"That still doesn't answer my question," I giggled, nuzzling my face into his chest.

Louis kissed the top of my head, and wrapped his arms around me, and then I knew.

"We are something great," I spoke into his ear.

"Why didn't you wear your bathing suit?" Louis asked, "we could have gotten in the ocean," he said after few minutes. I instantly flushed white, I didn't want to admit that I had no idea how to swim, it seemed like something to add on my list of lame things about myself.

"Just didn't think to," I lied.

"Do you want to come to back to my place? The guys won't be back till late," Louis said, which made everything feel more scary than swimming.

"S-sure," I stuttered.

"There's no pressure, you don't have to if you don't want to, besides we don't have to do anything," he chuckled. It wasn't that I didn't want to go over to his beach house, I just didn't know how to go about things, or whether I should make a move or not.

"I'll come over."

At Louis' house, we sat on the couch for a while talking about everything and anything, it felt nice to have someone to tell things to, even if he was just pretending to care about what I had to say.

"So, um...I hope you know that I've never-"

"I didn't invite you over to have sex," he interrupted.

"Oh."

"But we can if you want...or-"

"Okay," I said, feeling so manic inside but saying the word with ease, because honestly, I really did want to have sex with Louis, I just didn't know how to bring it up.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

We started kissing for a few minutes then his hands made his way down to my pants, then he unbuttoned them like a natural. He bit my bottom lip as he fit his hand inside my pants to palm me from the outside of my underwear, the combination caused me to moan and buck my hips against his hand.