Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

fourteen

(Long, Eventful chapter.)

I realized later on that I didn't live there, and that my clothing was at my house. Larry drove me back to my place to grab whatever I needed, but just decided to let me get ready there, so he would come pick me up.

He said he'd be taking me to a fancy dinner, down in the city. I was probably more excited that I should've been, I've lived here for a while and I don't go into the city often.

Anyways, I raided my closet looking for something appropriate to wear. I went through all of my dresses, which I had about maybe 4 in my closet and they weren't up to par in my opinion.

I grabbed my basket full of freshly washed clothing, plucking clothing by clothing seeing by any chance did I accidentally wash a dress. As I was pulling out various clothing items, I pull out a hoodie that I didn't recognize. I stared at it for a moment before realizing who's it was.

Instead of throwing it across the room, I placed it to the side. I couldn't find anything else in the basket, I went back to my closet, coming across another dress I don't remember owning.

It seemed decent. A long, velvety, black dress with a mid-thigh slit on one side with spaghetti straps was calling my name.

I freshened up. I threw my hair up into a neat bun and just put on some natural looking falsies as well as smothering some lip gloss across my plump lips.

By the time I was slipping into my black heels it was at least 6:50 and heard a knock on my door. My stomach dropped as I began to waddle around the house with one heel on making sure I had everything.

I decided to just put on the other heel and head towards the door. He got here about 10 minutes early which surprised me. I walked carefully towards the front door to open it.

"Oh my God."

" Where are you going?" He asked, looking stunned. He stepped back, eyeing me all the way down to my heels. He bit his lip, staring me down.

If I could mean mug him any harder at him I would. "What do you need. I thought I didn't have to worry about seeing you again," I mocked him. I could see him getting annoyed for a second.

"I came to make sure I got my stuff," Laurent stood in front of me outside my house. "Moe. You look so damn good."

With purses lips I stared at him for a moment. "Thank you." I grumbled once again. Him being here is going to bring down my mood so fast.

"Larry is taking me out and he'll be here in 10 so hurry up," I said, gesturing him to walk in. I should've just let him stand there like an idiot.

He walked past me shaking his head. "More like 30 minutes. He's never on time."

I ignored his remarks as I followed him to my room. I let him look around as I made my way back into my bathroom to make sure my bun was fixed.

In the mirror behind me I see Laurent appear, with his grey hoodie in hand. He rose it slightly and smiled, approaching me in the bathroom. "On the ground, for some reason."

I turned around only for a moment l. "Oh no! Who put in there?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I change my earrings to hoops quickly. I threw my brush into my lower draw with swiftness. As I stood up, I felt him behind me. My instinct was to turn around to slap him, but he gently grabs my wrist.

That got me slightly more upset then I already was with him. With a grunt, I pull my hand away from him. I attempt to slide by but he has me pinned against my counter.

"Can you move?" My hands go to his chest to push Laurent, but he doesn't budge a bit. "Are you deaf?"

"Calm down." He says putting his hands on my waist. I push them down and off.

"I am calm!" I fumed. With the calmest expression he simply chuckled.

Suddenly he takes me and places me on my bathroom skin without a struggle. It was such a sudden shift in motion that I had a slight scare. I'm not going to lie, I felt some type of way about the way he took me by my waist.

Laurent doesn't move his hands from contacting my body for a second. "Moe," he began. His hand made his way to my exposed thigh, higher up than anticipated. I gasp, hitting his hand.

"Stop.  What is this?"

"What do you want it to be?" His voice was low. It caught me in trance that might've caused me to spread my legs like butter but I resisted. I was still pissed at him.

I cleared my throat. "He'll be here any minute." I mumbled looking at his dark eyes. My panties weren't dry to begin with anyway.

"I empty his gas tank, to give us time." He admitted, looking away.

I slapped his arm, trying to distract and move but he pushed himself against me more. "What the fuck is your problem? How did you even know about us going out?" I asked, shocked.

"Who said I wasn't still watching."

"Hey if you want to kill me," I panted. He slowly began to pull my legs onto his hips. My heart skipped a beat as his eyes bored into mine. "Please don't."

I was scared but turned on, two things that I didn't know could coexist in the same moment. I put my hands on his and gripped firmly.

He only laughed, dryly. "That's not what I want to do."

My eyes widen at finally realizing what he meant, with my slow ass. I slid his hands off my thighs and shook my head.

"No. I can't,"

Laurent finally let me off the counter, walking past him. I walk into my bedroom, plopping down at the edge of my bed. Laurent followed suit but at a slower place. Looking straight forward, he noticeably paused.

"Did I do something wrong?"

I turned towards him and just stared at him for a moment.

"Did you do something wrong?" I looked him up and down. "No."

I stood up from the bed and looked down at him. "But what you are doing is you're using me against your brother. I'm not dumb. Not only that but you just want to fuck. I'm not about that."

He glanced at me, before gazing around the room. I pounced forward a little before beginning to speak.

"So now you don't have nothing to say cause I exposed your ass?" I challenged.

Something in his mind snapped, standing up. He effortlessly towered over me. "Who are you to tell me what I do to my brother? That's my relationship with my brother. I was trying to help you—"

"By fucking me, Lau?!"

"Just stay away from Larry." I begin to muster up another argument but he shuts me down. "I know my brother and what he does to girls and I don't want you to be next," He sighed.

"That doesn't explain what you were trying to do to me." I crossed my arms.

"I like you."

"And you're not looking too hot right now," I shake my head. It was harsh but I didn't care. The only thing I did care about was Larry. He was the one I wanted from the start. Not even someone who look identical to him could swerve me in a different direction. I mean, I hope not.

I hear another knock on the door. I look out into my open space living area. "If you're not gone by the time I come back I'm going to—"

"What are you going to do? I'll be right here and you won't come home. You'll be in Larry's bed, just know you're not the only one." He commented.

I could've started beating on him. Yet not only was not a girl but I had no idea what could trigger him to hit me back. That's not what I wanted.

I stared him for a moment before turning to grab my purse and phone. He continued to stare at me, distraught. "I'm telling the truth, Moe."

I paused. "Get the hell out my face," I growled before stomping away, slamming my bedroom door in anger.

As I walked toward the front my mind kept replaying the previous events. I tried to keep my best mindset before opening the door to happy, smiling Larry.