My best friend... h.s

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Cherry Vimto - Viola Beach

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He didn't move. He didn't respond to my lips for ages. He just stood there. Finally, before I could pull away, he started to kiss my back. His hands went on my waist and mine went to his neck and his hair. I wrapped my fingers through his unruly curls and twisted them around my fingers. Each time I gave one a slight tug, Harry would groan beneath me. His hands moved from my waist to my hips and then to my very lower back, near my backside. His hand dropped down and gave my but a squeeze lightly, making me gasp and smile into his mouth. He began to walk slowly forewords, causing me to walk backwards straight into a wall. My back hit the wall with a thud yet my lips stayed connected to Harry's. His hands were now on my things and his tongue ran against my lower lip, asking for entrance. I obliged, feeling him grin and his hands went under my thighs to hoist me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his hardening dick beneath my arse. One of his large hands gripped my thigh, whilst the other came up and assaulted my breast. I moaned into Harry's mouth when he gave my chest a squeezed. His lips moved from mine to my cheek and then my neck, peppering with kisses, until he decided to stay and suck on a sweet spot just below my ear. I sucked and bit at my neck, causing me to moan his name. He pulled away from his masterpiece, blowing gently on the new formed bruise. Before I could return the favour, he whispered in my ear.

"Shall we go upstairs?"

I nodded eagerly, way past the point of turned on. He roughly grabbed my hand and adjusted his trousers so his hard length looked less obvious. He pulled me up the stairs, going so quickly I had to take some of them two at a time. We reached his bedroom door and he leaned me against it.

"Are you sure you're ok? You can say stop whenever, Flo."

"I know, Harry. I want this, really." He nodded, before bringing his lips back to mine. I kicked his door open and we stumbled in a vague direction towards the bed, to engrossed in each other that we didn't look where we were going. I felt the backs of my legs hit the bed and before I could sit on it, Harry pulled my thighs back up around his waist with one hand, and with the other he lowered us both onto the bed, putting my head carefully on the pillows.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, God, Harry!" I laughed, but he looked completely serious.

"Ok. I want to hear you say it." I felt his length rest against my thigh and his eyes were almost black with lust. I leaned up into him and whispered in his ear.

"I want you to fuck me hard, Harry." His eyes drew even wider, and he leant back into me and kissed me hungrily. His hand went to the base of my top, tugging on it and I allowed him to pull it over my head. Once he had, and I was left in my bra and shorts, his eyes raked my body hungrily.

"You're so fucking beautiful Florence. You have no idea how long I've wanted this for." He brought his head back down to me, kissing my neck, sucking on my previous hickey and causing me to yelp. He smiled against my skin and created another hickey making me moan. He pulled back and pulled his own shirt over his head, making my eyes travel over his body in return. He was fit. Like, proper fit. He caught me staring and smirked at me, making me blush. My hands traveled from their place on his shoulders, down his toned back and hips, before rubbing up and down his abs. A throaty groan came from Harry's throat, and his head stopped moving and rested in my shoulder. Just as his hand went behind my back, the door flew open. I pushed Harry from on top of me in shock, widening my eyes at the person stood in the doorway. Harry looked up too, his legs still in between mine.

"Well, well, Well. Maybe Florence won't have to be Harry's fake girlfriend after all." Louis cockily said, leaning against the doorframe, clearly enjoying my discomfort.