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"Let me love you."
Let me love you.
Let me love you.
It rang like an alarm.
I stood up, and pulled the door open aggressively. I weakly slammed the Louis against the wall of his room.
"You don't know what love is! You don't how it feels!"
By know my screams made my voice seem scratchy and tired. I continued nonetheless.
"How do you know how to fucking love someone when you don't love yourself!" After observing, Louis may have seen indestructible, but I knew him now like the back of my hand.
He stood struck and unmoving.
"You think want to love me, or whatever the fuck, but you don't. You're scared. That's why you captured me for a new 'home'. Honestly what is that bullshit? I get it, you're scared because you have no one, but you don't have to cough up excuses, poetry, phony love, imme-"
"Phony love? Harry I'm in love with you," Louis said almost wounded, yet determined in a quiet voice.
"Whatever, Louis. Is that even your name." My hands gripping his collar, now let go, "I'm done. I have nothing else to say."
As I was scooting past him to open the door, he grabbed my hand and threw me against the wall.
His hands were everywhere.
Think of any place, and they were there.
They went north, and landed on my face, grasping my cheeks.
He stared at me, forehead to forehead, and his breath jumping on my skin.
"I love you," he said before he was kissing me, and telling everything was going to be alright. I squirmed and squirmed until I gave up and stood there.
And like once a crybaby, always a crybaby, I began to sob.
My heart jumped in joy while my mind told it to shut up and calm down, to stop wasting it's time getting excited.
I wasn't supposed to like this. Not this, not like this.
With tears painted on my canvas of a face, I whispered, "Stop it. Please..."
His lips were still moving mine, and mine began to respond, but I halted that. Don't be stupid Harry.
He stopped, and his hands still played on my hair, "tell me you don't like this."
"I don't like it."
He nipped my neck.
"Tell me you don't want this."
He softly kissed my neck.
"I'm don't want this."
He traveled his fingers to my collarbone.
"Tell me you don't need this."
He placed one of his hand on my waist.
"I'm don't need it."
His blue eyes wandered everywhere on my face, landing on my eyes.
"One more, Harry." He continued, this time, whispering straight into my ear,
"Tell me you're lying."
I stared right back, and in the end,
of any and every lost battle, surrendered,
"I am."
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Puppy Dog Eyes
Fiksi Penggemar"I just love your puppy dog eyes, I wanna be between your puppy dog thighs." AU where Harry is kidnapped by a man who thinks needs a new home. A man by the name Louis.
