Forbidden Love (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 14

Louis' POV

He tried pulling back but I held him close and moved my lips against his. His hands fisted my shirt and I was straddling him. He had stopped fidgeting and his plump lips were on mine.

It was pure heaven, fire burning my skin, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

We broke apart, gasping for air.

Harry smiled painfully.

"In the morning I'll open my eyes and it'll only be a dream."

I wanted to tell him its not but I held myself back.

"For now though..." He said, pulling me down by my shirt next to him.

He then proceeded to kiss my neck and I moaned.

"Sleep..." I told him, putting my arms around his neck. His head was on my chest, slowly nodding off.

"Goodnight Louis, I love you." He told me sleepily, yawning adorably.

"Night. I love you, Harry."

He smiled and he drifted off to sleep, a smile gracing his features.

After confirming he was asleep, I pried his hands away and climbed back on his bed, trying to make it seem like nothing happened. I covered Harry with the blanket, tucking him in like a burrito.

After pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead, I examined my wrist. It was bandaged, and I winced as I prodded it gently. I sighed, gathering the blanket around me and after one fleeting glance at Harry, went into the world of dreams.

Love, is a dangerous thing.