Louis' POV:
"Louis!" I spun around to find Harry walking towards me.
"Hey! I was just getting back from talking to a teacher..." I said, putting my key in my pocket. I took a deep breath as I looked at Harry; he was wearing a flower crown. Did he not understand what it to me when he wore one? He looked so hot.
"Ok, well, you ready to go then?" I shook my head.
"No! I wanna change." I said as I was only wearing jeans and a white t-shirt.
"Aw, baby, don't change. I like you just the way you are." Harry said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes, laughing. "No but seriously, you don't have to change, you look great." I sighed and stood beside him.
"Fine, you cheeky little shit." He smiled, sliding his hand into mine and I froze. Although the action sent butterflies in my stomach, the feeling still scared me; I wasn't used to this kind of thing... the whole sweet and caring thing. Harry ran his thumb over my skin and I took a deep breath.
"It's ok." He kissed my forehead and made our way out of the dorms. I looked down at our intertwined hands and I liked the way they looked, the way they fit together.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked as we walked.
"Go for it." I bit my lip, wondering why I was going to ask this.
"Why do you wear flower crowns?" I felt my cheeks get hot as I realized how stupid the question was.
"I don't know... I just like them, they fit me I guess." He laughed a little and I leaned against him. He was so hot.
"I like them." I said, smiling to myself. We arrived at the restraunt and Harry led me to a table in the back. The waiter walked away with our orders and I looked at Harry. "So, I told you my deep dark secret... tell me something about you." I took a sip of my drink, waiting for his response.
"I used to play football... was god awful at it." We laughed and nonchalantly, I rubbed his leg with mine. I used to play football, I was the star player my sophomore year but then after what happened, I quit the team.
"You're stunning." My cheeks once again got hot.
"Thank you." Our food arrived at the table but as we started eating, my eyes were glued on Harry. I don't know why, but I was going to ask another stupid question.
"When did you lose your virginity?" I felt embarrassed.
"Um... Well, I lost it few weeks ago." For some reason it upset me.
"To who?" I bit my lip but he had a smile on his beautiful lips.
"You." I sat back, running my hand through my hair as realization hit me. I took his virginity... at the party. Oh my god. I wasn't gentle- I just assumed.
"I'm so sorry..." I said, covering my face with my hands.
"Lou, why are you sorry?"
"I-I was so... rough with you... I didn't know." I felt tears prick my eyes and Harry came to my side, wrapping his arms around me.
"Don't be sorry! You did nothing wrong. I promise. If I cared... I wouldn't have come back to you. I wouldn't have gone in the room with you." He kissed my temple and I sighed. "Don't worry about it, ok? I liked it." I smiled and he went back to his side and we finished eating. After we finished, we walked outside.
"Wanna go to the club?" I asked, wrapping my arm around his waist, placing my hand on his hip. He nodded and we walked down the street. The music was loud and I smiled; I missed it, I haven't gone to a club in a while. "Ready for some fun babe?" I squeezed his hip and he giggled. As soon as we walked in, I grabbed his hand and pulled him on to the dance floor. He seemed like he'd never been to a club before. I stood in front of him, pressing my bum against him and started grinding. Harry's grip on my hips tightened and I tilted my head back and over exaggeratingly moaned in his ear; I loved seeing him so hot and bothered. He started kissing at my neck but I stopped, my eyes landing on a man leaning against the wall. What the hell was he doing here?!
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Opposites Attract
Hayran KurguLouis Tomlinson is a Senior in UNI and has always been considered a bad boy since his Junior year in high school, known for sleeping around with anyone that was willing, getting drunk and high constantly but somehow managing to get good grades. He l...