Friends with benefits?
Louis and Diana...
Friends with benefits?
Me and him...
Him and I....
Friends with benefits?
I sat there, thinking. "Well, Diana?" I chewed on my lip. I was honestly terrified. "I...I...I don't know." He sighed and stood up walking to the window. I crossed my legs, still thinking. "What would it be like if I said yes?"
He turned, arms crossed and smirk on his face. He walked slowly to me. I was pulled off the bed. We stood right in front of each other. His hands started to trail down my arms. Goosebumps started to appear. His hands landed on my waist. His lips attached to my neck. I moved my head to the side. My arms moved to his neck.
His lips moved up, biting and kissing my jawline. They stopped at the corner of my lip. I closed my eyes, hoping he would kiss me. He moved to my ear. "Like that. Just that if you said yes, I wouldn't leave you hanging." His deep blue eyes looked at me.
The air grew thick. You could sense lust between us. Our breathing became uneven. We stayed mute. The only noise you could hear was our breathing. "So, what do you say?" I couldn't take it any longer. His pink lips tempted me. I grabbed his face and kissed him.
It took him a while to realize what had happened. He smirked in the kiss. Our hands started roaming around. We both walked to the bed, not breaking the kiss. He hovered over me, careful not to put any weight on me. His hands stayed on the sides beside my head.
We pulled back seconds later. He laid beside me, both of us catching our breath. "So, I believe that was a yes?" I nodded, slowly and embarrassed. He chuckled. "Oh, babe. You can't be embarrassed for that. That was hot." I became a bright red.
"We'll have some rules, if we are really going to do."I sat up, fixing my bun. "Okay." He pulled my arm, as if asking me to sit on him. I straddled his hips. "Number one, we aren't committed to each other, two, we can fuck whoever we please, three, try not to text me unless it's sex, four, there's no jealousy."
I nodded. "I guess you want to go home now." I honestly didn't want to leave. I needed his lips. His pink full lips. I didn't answer and reached for them. His hands reached under my shirt. I moved closer to him. With my swift movement, I earned a moan.
"Diana, no, stop." I pulled away, disappointed. "Why?" He smiled. "Because you're exciting me, and there's people downstairs." I immediately felt something poke me. I blushed again. "I've really got to get used to you blushing. Or you need to get used to my comments." I nodded.
"You look so per..I mean sexy." I smiled. I started to get off of his lap, but he grabbed my hips. "Where do you think you're going? I wasn't done yet." We kissed for a while. Thoughts went through my mind.
It was crazy how just about 3 weeks ago I had gotten here. How I had just met him and now we were friends with benefits. How months ago I would of never thought of being in this place. How things like this happen.
"Hey, dude I....." The door flew open. It was Harry to be exact. "Get out." Harry ran out, closing the door behind him. "Geez, there's no privacy here." I let out a giggle. "Let's go, it's getting late. I'll take you home."
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"There you are!" We had arrived at Shyanne's place half an hour ago. "Yeah, sorry I didn't come earlier." She smiled, looking at Louis. "It's fine. Now...um...I got some catalogs for our outfit and such. And since I'll be graduated in a month, Louis volunteered you as the new captain. So you'll need to pick the things."
I nodded. "Yeah, so I'd like you to take them home and take a look at them. Then when you've decided the things, tell Coach Underwood. She'll order everything." She handed me a bag full of books. "Okay, I think that's it."
We walked out. "Bye guys." Louis took the bag and placed it in the back. "Where to now?" I shrugged and bit my lip. "Don't do that." Louis sighed. "Your so....so innocent. Ugh." I looked at my hands. "I'm sorry." I fluttered my eyelashes and bit my lip. "Shit. Let me, let me take you home."
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We arrived to my home later. Louis refused to leave. I threw the bag on my bed. The frat house was alone. No one was home. "Do you know what that means?" I shook my head. He backed me up to the wall....
"Diana? Where..." I pushed Louis away. Gemma stood in front of both of us. Louis's cheeks got red. "Um, Diana, I'll see you tomorrow." With that said, he kissed my cheek and ran out the door. Gemma rose her eyebrows. "What was that missy? What's going on?"
We both sat near the counter. "Well, you aren't aloud to interrupt me until I done." She nodded. "Well, we're friends......" She stood up. "Friends? What do you mean by friends??" She seemed to panic. "Friends, friends with benefits."
"What?! No, no, no, no, no, no. Do you know what you've gotten yourself into? Diana? Do you?" I shook my head. "Louis and his friends are known for being heartbreakers. He will ruin you." I wanted to cry. "No, Louis wouldn't do that to me!"
She nodded. "He would. He's going to hurt you. You'll get attached. He won't be there when you do. He'll screw girls and you won't be able to do anything. Louis isn't the type to stick to anything. Trust me I know."
I looked at her. A frown took upon her lips. "How? How do know that?" She sighed. "My brother is just like him. They're best friends. I've seen how they treat girls. And the sad thing is that neither of them were like that." She shook her head. "Harry and Louis weren't like that."
I rested my hands on my knees. "What happened? What made them like that?" She stood up. "This is something I...I...I shouldn't tell you. But I will. Louis used to be sweet and thoughtful. A few years ago, he was with a girl who used to go to school with us. Her name was Eleanor. They were in love. Like whipped. He proposed to her. They were about to get married. But Eleanor wasn't who she seemed to be at the end. She left him. She played him. She used him. She hurt him, emotionally and physically. She would hit him."
I felt like crying. "Hit him? How??" Gemma sighed. "Louis has scars. He never goes swimming or dresses in front of us. He's scared." I nodded. "How long ago was this?" She looked down. "2 years. But Diana, try to have him open up to you and you to him. Maybe you might just change him. Have him be the old louis he was 2 years ago."
"I...I...I can't. I won't open up to him. It's hard. I can't, Gemma." I started to cry. She reached and gave me a hug. "You can." She wiped my tears. "I can't. We're broken. Broken things don't always get fixed. We have problems we will never be able to solve." Gemma smiled. "You're only human, love. We all make mistakes. We aren't perfect, we never will be." She stood up and walked up and down.
"Real people aren't perfect. Perfect people aren't real."
