Dear Diary [h.s. au]

Chapter Forty-One.

(A/N: Sorry for taking so long...)

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LOUIS’ POV

I guess you owe me fifty pounds – I text Harry as soon as I feel well awake.

I looked over at Drea who was still sleeping peacefully. She was basically on top of me. Her head on my chest and the rest of her body sprawled across the back seats. We didn’t have time to go to my place or even hers. We just did it in my car.

I stroked her hair. I should still be mad but I am not. And I am starting to feel a bit bad about all of this. We took advantage of her, advantage of how she was feeling, just for money. It wasn’t even my idea yet, here I am trying not to feel guilty about it.

My phone vibrated in my hand.

Let me see proof or you won’t get it mate. – I rolled my eyes at Harry’s reply.

I took a quick picture of Drea and sent him.

She looks pretty fucked. Well done, mate. I’ll give you the money later.

I hit my head with my phone. What if she finds out? She will kill me! No, she will kill herself! This is the last thing that could happen to her, she’ll be so pissed.

I closed my eyes. Why am I so fucked up? Why did Harry have to have that completely stupid idea? Better: Why did I have to accept it? Fifty pounds aren’t even that much, I make that in two days of tips working at the coffee shop.

But last night was so amazing. I don’t think she remembers what happened but I do. I do and now that it’s playing in my head… Fuck.

Her body pressed against mine, my hands filling every inch of her beautiful skin, her fingers tugging at my hair, her soft moans, our lips trying to stay connected…

Fuck, I am getting hard again. Please don’t think about her riding you, please don’t think about her riding you, please don’t- God damn it!

I felt Drea move so I opened my eyes to see her waking up. I knew little Louis had woke her up. She sat up rubbing her eyes and looked around.

“What am I do- Louis!” – She looked at me from head to toe. – “Did we…?”

“Yeah.” – I nodded. – “We were pretty drunk last night.” – The lump in my throat was rising.

She doesn’t deserve this.

“Oh my god.” – She buried her face in her hands. – “The last thing I remember was talking to Mike.”

“Oh. Well, we should get dressed and go home. It’s way past midday.” – She nodded.

We managed to dress in the back of the car. When I stepped out I stretched my body as far as I could and damn it felt so good.

“Hm you have a really big stain on your top.” – I pointed as soon as Drea stepped out too.

“Shit. Ew and it stinks.”

“Here have my shirt.” – I took it off and handed it to her. – “I have a tee underneath so it won’t be a problem.”

“Hm. Thanks.”

DREA’S POV

This was extremely weird. Why was he being so nice to me? Handing me his shirt, trying to make small talk during the drive home… Something wasn’t right I could feel it.