Stronger

Chapter 10

A/N

THIS MAY SEEM SHORT BUT ITS BEEN SPRING BREAK AND YOU KNOW WE'VE BEEN RELAXING SO WE'RE SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING, BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP TOMORROW OR MONDAY I PROMISE.  LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND VOTE BYE xx

It didn't take long for Micah and I to get heated while an episode of Bates Motel blared in the background.

I hovered over him, leaving kisses down his neck as my hips ground against him, much like we were doing earlier.  We hadn't taken any clothes off yet, but I had a feeling it wouldn't take long.

The problem was, I wasn't sure if I was doing all of this because I actually had feelings for Micah, or because I felt I needed to get revenge on Louis.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I blurted out suddenly when Micah decided to take my shirt off.

I mean, I really did, since when I had tried before I had lost everything I had eaten today.

"There's a bathroom in Niall's room," he muttered, breathlessly. "Just hurry back, OK?"

I nodded, planting a kiss on his lips quickly before bounding out of the room.

I passed Louis' room, creeping up and pressing my ear against the door. To, you know, see if they were still fucking like mad men.

It was quiet, thankfully.

This whole thing was confusing really.  I hadn't known these people that long and I was already falling hard for some guy who already had a boyfriend.  And to make matters worse, I was hooking up with his best friend.

The circle of fucking life.

I pressed on, trying a few other doors before I found one that had to be Niall's bedroom. I hoped, this time, I wouldn't catch them in the act.

Better safe, than sorry.

I knocked.

"Come in," I heard Niall call to me, and I entered quietly. He smiled at me, Paige asleep against his side. Her arms were wrapped around his torso, and she held him like he was her favorite teddy bear.

"Whatcha need, Harry?"

"Just to use the bathroom. Micah's is broken," I explained, my gaze resting on Paige. I wished someone would hold me like that.

No, not someone; Louis to hold me like that.

"She's something, isn't she?" Niall said, catching my long staring at his girlfriend.

I nodded.

"She loves you a lot, you know," I confessed, rubbing the back of my neck, really not wanting to have this conversation with him. "She was quite worried you wouldn't want the baby."

"I know, when I came to bed, she was crying. I don't know if it's these hormones, or if she's just always been like this," he joked, and I laughed lightly, just trying to get to the bathroom.

"She's my world, you know," he blurted out, his eyes resting on Paige. "And I also know what you said at the game about us. I really hope you find someone like I've found her, Harry. I really do. You deserve it."

"Doesn't everyone?" I asked, disappearing into the bathroom. My buzz was dying from the alcohol, I could feel it. I didn't like it at all.

Relieving myself as fast as I could, I slipped out of Niall's bedroom, avoiding another conversation with him; although he did manage to slip in a "good night" before my departure.

I did think about what he said, though, and, maybe he was right.  Maybe I did deserve someone.  Someone to make me feel needed and important.  Someone to fill that empty void left from the exhaustion and desperation of life.  Maybe if had that someone, I would be okay with myself.

Just maybe.

Louis' bedroom door was just down the hall, right across from Micah's. I walked quickly, looking back and forth between the two.  What was my issue?  He has a boyfriend my thoughts continued, beckoning me to stop before I was too deep.  "Fuck that," I whispered to myself, before knocking.

"Harry?" Louis asked when he had opened the door, his hair messy, and he was only in his boxers. Zayn was no where to be found. I assumed he just went home.

Louis was still wasted though, which was absolutely perfect.

"Follow me," I told him, not answering questions as I dragged him along into the living room.

"Harry, what are you-" was all he managed to say before my lips were crashing onto his, my tongue hungrily weaving its way into his mouth.

And it felt great. No, absolutely fucking incredible.

And Louis didn't push me away.  I pushed him against the wall, much like I had with Micah, grinding my hips desperately against his, trying to get some friction.  A spark.  Just anything.

Hands grilling his front, I noticed he was hard, and it was showing pretty blatantly.

There goes that fucking spark.

My hands traced the rim of his boxers, slowly sliding them down until I could feel his hard-on against my stomach.

Why could something so good fell so goddamn wrong?

"Harry," he whispered, sounding like he was sobering up.

But I was just getting started.

I felt high, drunk, and in blissful pleasure all at the same time. I couldn't stop; I didn't want to.  If I had stopped this deep into paradise I would be lost, and I wasn't about to lose myself.  At least not tonight.

I lost my own pants quickly, leaving myself in my own boxers as Louis and I continued on the couch.

His fingers were entangled in my hair, pulling it in different places, which only turned me on more.

My hips were bucking more rapidly now, trying to search for some great release I knew was not to far from reach.

"Louis," I moaned into his kiss, wanting him to lead me into the great beyond, "Please... will you touch me?"

Did I sound thirsty? Maybe, but he hadn't laid a hand on me, other than my hair, and it was driving me insane.  Way too fucking insane.

Louis' hands traveled down my back, his nails digging into the surface of my skin as he began to mimic my hip motions.

Shit, I was almost there.

Just a little more..

All pleasure was lost as someone cleared their throat from beside us. Louis stopped, his head turning quickly.

I followed his gaze.

Zayn.

And Micah.

And Niall.

And none of them looked alright with this scene at all.

Well damn.