Crown Your King (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 5

****Just a warning: I'm going to go really dramatic with this kiss scene (grabby hands=naughty) No smut though, pinky promise *giggles* So young eyes please skip the flashback****

"Night LouBear." Harry says softly and shuts the door behind him, his soft footsteps fading until the door closes to his room, silence wrapping around me like a thick blanket.

"Fuck." I hiss as I flop down on the twin sized bed, too lazy to un-pack my truck loads worth of luggage.

This bed is more comfortable than the one I have at home.

The color of the room is gorgeous though; a pretty silver with a plush white rug that feels like you're walking on clouds to compliment it.

"What time is it?" I mumble and fish my phone out of my back pocket; I had completely forgot it was there.

I press the power button and instantly smile when a picture of my sisters comes up as the lock screen. I flick my eyes up to see the time in the black bar above the picture.

5:13 p.m.

So about 10 p.m. in Doncaster and the girls will be getting ready for sleep right about now.

I run over to my messenger bag and pull the sleek laptop from it's Swiss case, frowning when a memory of my 17th birthday comes to mind.

-4 years ago-

 Zayn slams the door to the closet of my room and pushes me up against the door, his mouth immediately attacking my neck with rough kisses.

He nips and swirls his tongue around the skin as I squeeze my eyes shut, loving the pleasure that was stirring in my lower abdomen.

 "You like that?" he asks as he lifts his mouth up from my neck slightly; his hot breath cascading down my neck.

"Mmhm" I hum and a familiar feeling swirls down near my lower region as Zayn presses closer, his lower region brushing mine.

"Do you like that Sexy?" Zayn says to me huskily as he traces patterns on my inner thigh, and my downstairs area literally throbbing with his touch.

Fucking tease.

"Zaynn..." I whine as we lock eyes, his amber ones going dark as they look into my blue ones.

"How do you feel?" he asks and moves his hand closer to my...personals.

A whimper escapes my lips as he presses closer and slowly starting to grind against me, the friction making me want to tear his pants off right here and now.

"Mhmm." he mumbles as slams his lips into mine again with hunger, never stopping the friction.

We both close our eyes and give into the kiss; a mess of groans and spit.

Gross, but freaking hot.

The bulge in his pants grows bigger and I trail my hands down his sides until I'm right near his package, slowly taking it in my hand and squeezing it lightly.

"Fuck Lou." he murmurs and has to hold himself up, also slipping his hands up my shirt to trace the faint outline of my abs.

"Z-zayn." I murmur and pull away from the heated kiss, needing oxygen badly.

I open my eyes slowly just after he does and he smiles down at me, taking his hands from under my shirt and playing with my smaller hands.

"Yeah Lou?" He smiles at me, a bit breathless like me.

"I-I think I love you." I stammer out.

Why the hell am I, the crown Prince of Doncaster, nervous because of a boy? 

A commoner no less?

Why was I in love with a commoner?

Zayn's whole demeanor darkens and his smile drops like someone slapped the frown on him.

He drops my hands like they're poison and pushes me out of the way lightly; and even that makes me stumble.

"Zayn?" 

He turns the doorknob with an iron grip, and I fear he might just rip it off.

"We can do this anymore Louis."

I freeze.

He's never called me Louis unless he's pissed off; which isn't very often.

My heart hammers in my chest when I look at the raven haired boy in front of me. 

"What do you mean Zayn?" I ask carefully, my eyes wide.

He opens the closet  and sighs.

"Louis, we are from different worlds and it just won't work okay? The sex was nice but I'm afraid that will it will ever be. I'm sorry." He walks out without another word.

My heart plummets and I feel like I'm going to puke.

When the door shuts behind him I rush over to my joined bathroom and throw myself at the toilet bowl just in time to let the burning acid out.

When I finish I wipe my mouth with the back out my hand and rest my head against the cold toilet bowl, silently crying to myself.

"But I love you."

-Present-

I drop the laptop back into my bag and crash onto my bottom, gasping for air as large sobs over take my small frame.

I pull my knees up to my chest and bury my face in them, sob after sob making me shake and keep thinking about Zayn, Zayn, Zayn and his perfect stupid face that broke my heart.

Is this why I've become so hostile?

So un loving towards anybody?

So aloof?

So...empty feeling?

Is this why I absolutely hate commoners?

Or was it just from growing up in the palace with posh people  who couldn't give a damn about anybody but themselves?

"God dammit, I'm going to wake him up."  I grumble and get up slowly, completely wiping the thought of skyping the girls from my mind as I change into my pajamas quickly.

I grab my phone and charger and plug it into the outlet next to the dresser.

I climb into the comfy bed and pull the covers over my body, silence enveloping me and the room.

"Oh Zayn," I murmur, "I hope you die in a fire." 

Sobs over take my body once again.

I don't sleep.

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Helllooooo guys! I'm sorry I didn't finish yesterday. I was actually in Virginia for the day so I had a lot going on! But I'm back and I'm sorry of this short, writers block got to me yet again. In other news, when my family and I went out to dinner last night, there was a baby behind us and my father called her an attention whore.

Yep.

Xx-Arielle