Run Away (on hold)

Run Away - Chapter Six

I was cut-off with a sloppy kiss. It tastes like mint and vodka. The stranger pulls back and I look at at the green pair of eyes.

"Harry?"

"Louis," Harry slurs, and tugs at my arm. He is kind of drunk, a bit drunker than I am.

He tugs at me again and I lose balance, the alcohol getting the best of me. I fall off the stool but he catches me nonetheless his drunken state.

I'm still in his arms, and I stand up in front of him. Everything's a blur but I can still see Harry.

"I love y-" Harry throws up.

"Shit." I back away and stand behind him, rubbing circles on his back.

"Harry?" I keep calling out his name but he doesn't mind me. Instead, he pulls me outside the building.

"Harry what's wrong?" I ask him.

He doesn't answer but he steps closer and kisses me again, "Take me to your flat,"

I hesitate at first, but drive us back to my flat anyway.

-

"Ahh," Harry moans absentmindedly as I trace my index finger down from his chest to his stomach.

We both lay shirtless on my bed, on dim light, sobered up after the drive from the pub to my flat.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but it feels perfect.

I undo his belt and tug his pants down along with his boxers. His length pops, and hits my face. "Sorry," the lad mumbles.

Smirking, "May I?"

He nods and I grab his erecting member. "You intimidate me," Harry says making me look up to him. I start pumping him, up and down. He throws his head back in pleasure and wails in satisfaction as my movement speeds up.

He comes undone under my touch and I let him go, giving him time to catch his breath. I start pumping my own just enough to harden it.

I grab Harry by waist, and without warning I insert a finger into him. "Fuck!" Harry hisses in pain. I kiss him, hard and kissed his jawline. I add another finger and he squirms undeneath me. 

I pull out my finger and let Harry lick each one of them. "Hmm," Harry moans and I chuckle, "What?"

It's just you're so fucking hot, and I just realize that now.

My subconscious tells me, "

Nothing."

I line myself and push myself against Harry slowly. He moans. "I like the way you respond to me," I say seductively through gritted teeth. He moans again and I start pushing in and out slowly, and then faster. He digs his fingers on my arm and scratches it downward.

That's gonna leave a mark.

I ignore the thought and continue my pace, "I-I'm so," He lets out a shaky breath, "I'm so close,"

I thrust for the last time, and explode inside him. "Ahh," Harry moans and explodes on his own abdomen.

We both crash into each other—panting, "You're so beautiful," and I kiss his chest.

"Louis," I look at him, and he stares back with heartwarming eyes. . .

"I love you."