One Direction School Preference Series

19. First I Love You's 2/5th

First I Love You's

Louis

Louis pretended to be asleep, just so that he could lay with his head in your lap. He loved having your fingers run through his soft locks. You did this thing where you would absent mindedly rub circles behind his ear.

Louis loved affection, human contact was something he craved. He was a very cuddly guy but for the sake of his masculinity he saved it for behind closed doors, when his team mates wouldn't catch him. Anna had been a gossip so he had never been able to truly relax with our worry. But with you, with you he could. He trusted you not to share with the school his desire for affection.

He felt you bend down and press a kiss to his forehead. The tip of your nose rubbed against yours and you whispered, "I know you're awake, my girly boyfriend."

His eyebrows drew together. With out opening his eyes he said, "Take that back. I'm the manliest and you know that."

"Says the boy who basically purrs whenever I get anywhere near his ears."

"It's my spot. Just like how you become putty when I do this." His fingers went into your hair at the back of your neck and slide up so that he could grip it firmly, he then used his hold to pull you back down towards him and nipped at the skin of your collar bone. You suppressed all wayward noises, not wishing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much you enjoyed the contact. But the sag of your body and the doe eyes gave it away.

Louis smirked, "I know my girl."

"Yeah well I know my boy." Your lips titled into a sweet smile, not giving away any intentions as you sat up. "And he hates when I do this." You pinched the skin of his neck, right over his adams apple and twisted.

He howled, clawing at your hand to let go. His short nails failed at making you remove your hand. "That's not playing fair." He gasped out. "Only teeth get to pull there! No fingers, no nails!"

You snort with exasperation. "You're such a dork."

He glared at you before using his hand in your hair to pull you down to him again. This time his teeth nipping harder at the flesh of your collar and neck. "You stop that," You gasp out, hands weakly pushing at him.

"No." His your lips and skin leave the word muffled but still meaningful.

"Louis, don't be mean to me. I'm not a play thing."

He stilled before giving you a particularly harsh bite, right over the bone. "I know that."

"Now get your fingers out of my hair."

He detangled his fingers and took the chance to brush them across your cheek. You couldn't resist leaning into the touch. "What's going to happen with Lewis and Ella? Is she going to forgive him?"

You blink down at him, "You're keeping up with my work?"

He nods ones, he's obviously worried about the characters. "So?"

"Uh," Your eyes went over to the mantle in his living room. "I'm not sure yet. Overall I want them together in the end. But maybe not in this book. My readers seem to really enjoy them so I might stretch it out into two books. Or maybe a short novel of him working to get her back."

"Would you forgive Lewis?"

You chuckled at the question, finding it absurd. "Well, yes, he's kind of like my baby. I created him. He could kill someone and I'll still forgive him"

"As Ella though, what if you were in Ella's position.

"I would be really mad. Mad enough that we might break up. But if I loved him, as Ella does, I want to think that I'd be a good enough person to forgive him and make the relationship work."

You couldn't figure out the expression he was giving you. "Really?"

"Yes, if Lewis loved me as he loves Ella, and I loved him the same, I'd forgive him nearly anything. I would try to not care that he came to me because he wanted to play around. I guess it doesn't matter how someone comes to love you, as long as they do?" He was giving you the most peculiar look. "What? Wouldn't you forgive them?"

Once again, his fingers went to the back of your head and pulled your lips to his. His kiss was slow, a contrast to his normal. You pulled back, "Much as I love kissing you, this is really uncomfortable. So, if we are going to make out, then Imma need you to readjust some positions."

Louis had never moved faster before. He must have gotten whiplash from how fast he sat up. His back went against the couch and his arms yanked you on to his lap. "Now you've done it." He tilted is head and drew you back to him again. His teeth lightly sunk into your bottom lip and tugged before releasing it. All the air left your body as you went to putty into his own. You molded against him, giving him access to do as he pleased, And he did.

Louis' hands slid from your waist to high on your back, gripping you tightly to his chest. He swept into your mouth and back out. Every touch, every kiss, it sent your body into over drive. It felt, as if under your skin, everything within you was vibrating. As if someone had placed a phone within you and was trying to call your heart.

You pulled from his lips to trail yours to his jaw and down. Large hands come to be placed against your cheeks and pull you back. Louis kisses your forehead, then your eyes, and lastly your lips before resting his forehead to yours. "I love you, like Lewis loves Ella."

Outwardly a sweet smile comes to your lips, but inwardly your mind goes blank and your heart begins to double. "Really?."

"Really, I've never felt, or wanted anyone the way I do with you. I don't ever want to feel this way with anyone else. So you better love me back." He sends you a smirk and a wink, "Because I'm never letting you go."

You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose. "Well I guess it's a good thing that I love you too."