My heart was beating out of my chest, my body was too frozen to move as he looked down on me with those deep blue eyes. The lights were off, but his eyes still seemed so bright as he looked to me with lust.
His lip curled into a grin as I felt his hands slowly go around my waist, pulling me towards him. As he did so, I quickly gulped, his head dipping down, his goal: my lips.
This felt so wrong but every fiber in my body felt like it was on fire and told me I wanted him.
My arms found their way around his arms and like magic our lips collided, burning a new fire in me. The kiss didn't start slow, it was full of lust and passion for the other, both of us wanting to be satisfied.
He began to guide me backward to the bed, not breaking the kiss. I felt the back of my legs hit the bed, before he lifted me up and gently placed me on the soft duvet.
His lips started to go to my jaw. . .to my chin. . .to my neck. . .my collarbone. . .to my chest. . . I moaned loudly earning a grunt from his as he kissed harder leaving love bites on my chest. Every where his lips touched I felt a rush a pleasure.
"L-Louis. . ." I moaned out in almsot a mutter, grabbing the sheets in my hand as his lips went lower.
I felt like I was floating on air as pleasure shot through me like electricity.
"Eleanor?" I screamed, looking to the person who had just barged into our room.
Harry stood in the doorway, his eyes on the scene in front of him, face full of betrayal and hurt.
"HARRY!" I shot up from my sleep gasping for air.
I quickly took in my surroundings to see I was in my own room, in my own bed, alone.
Holy shit.
I was still panting for air from the nightmare I had just experienced. I dropped my head into my hands and began to rub my eyes and forehead in a stressful manner.
"Oh my God, Eleanor. What is wrong with you?" I asked myself quietly.
Why was I even dreaming of having sex with Louis?! And why did Harry have to walk in on us and witness that? It felt so real.
I felt a tingling yet cringing feeling go up my spine as I thought of the dream. I shook off my nightmare jitters wanting to forget it, and ran my fingers through my hair to push it back.
What a night. . .
I leaned over to the night stand by my bed to grab my phone, and looked at all the notifications I had received while I. . .slept.
NEWLYWEDS SEEN ARRIVING IN IBIZA FOR HONEYMOON GETAWAY !
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I scrolled through my phone looking at all my social media apps and all I could see were headlines and photos of Louis and I either at the wedding, or arriving at our honeymoon destination. All the articles and tabloids kept saying how "loved up" and "cute" we were. However some articles speculated our body language and questioned why we seemed so "distant" if we had just been married.
Tired of looking at a phone full of lies, I shut it off and tossed it on the blankets beside me.
Ok, I'll take a shower, get ready for the day, eat some breakfast--
Just like my dream, my door was swung open only it was Louis. I screamed scared of the door opened so suddenly and pulled the sheets closer to me like they might protect me.
"Eleanor!!!!" He shouted as he barged in but began to laugh at my scared reaction.
I groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.
"LOUIS!!! Don't do that!!! Knock!!" I yelled at him. What a morning.
"Why not? It's my house, I can do whatever I want in it, with who ever I want." He said with a boyish grin, making my insides coil.
As I looked at his grin, my cheeks began to heat up as I remembered my dream. . .oh goodness.
"Um, it's called common courtesy and privacy!!" I yelled back once I found my voice, but he didn't seem to care. "What do you want?!"
"Get ready, we're going out." He said, before disappearing from the doorway.
Wait. What?!
I quickly jumped out of bed, running out of the room. He was already downstairs, grabbing his keys.
"Wait, Louis!! Details please!" I demanded shaking my head in an obvious way.
"What?" He asked making me give him a glare. How is he so dumb.
"Can I know where it is we're going? What if I don't want to go? I may be your wife, but you can't just boss me around--" I said crossing my arms, but he cut me off.
"We're going to get breakfast." He said.
"I'll be ready in five." I said pinching my lips together, and he nodded his head as I made my way up the stairs.
"Hurry up or I'm going without you!!" I heard him yell from downstairs.
"Don't tell me what to do!!" I yelled back before shutting my door and LOCKING it.
I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, then put on a hoodie and jeans with my white converse. About twenty minutes later, I met Louis downstairs. He huffed when he saw me.
"Fucking finally. You take forever." He said annoyed before he locked the house behind us. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shut up, I didn't take that long and I didn't even put makeup on." I said back in a snappy tone.
We got in his black Range Rover before the gates to his property opened up and we were driving on the beautiful streets of Ibiza. All I could do during the drive was stare out the window in amazement and awe. This place was so beautiful, the sky is so blue, and from here we could see how blue the water was.
Like Louis's eyes..
"Neat place huh." Louis said, his eyes still on the road.
"Neat?" I scoffed. "More than neat."
I stared at all the homes, the hotels, the shopping boutiques, and the whole way the ocean was in view. It was a drive along the coast, and the whole time I looked out the window like a child in a candy store.
After about fifteen minutes of driving, Louis pulled into a lot right along the water. From here, I could see people enjoying themselves in the water, and in the distance, a bunch of yachts. It was all calm though, nothing like the beaches in LA.
"Ummm, Louis? Where are we eating breakfast?" I asked him as he turned the car off, and began to unbuckle himself so I did too.
"There." He said, and pointed to a large, white yacht.
My jaw dropped as he said it so nonchalantly and exited the car. We're having breakfast on a yacht?!
I quickly got out of the car, the scent of the ocean immediately surrounding me. It was lovely.
"Louis. Are you serious?!" I asked shocked, and he nodded his head without a care in the world.
