Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"Is your Dad a drug dealer?"

“Will you please put your shirt back on?” I ask for the billionth time

Harry smirks at me, taking his attention away from the mop “Why?” and he flexes… on purpose!

I can’t help but trail my eyes down to his abs.

His beautiful toned abs

And those pecks

Those broad shoulders

Those strong biceps

And- Oh my god- that V-line.

“Because” I groan taking my attention away from his body. “It’s not fair.” I pout

“What is?” he smirks clearly enjoying this. He turns his body so I can get a full few now.

Oh my god!

“That.” I point to his abs “You have no idea…” I trail off admiring them. Right now I don’t even care if Harry notices me checking him out, it’s legal!

I bite my lip, trying to contain my perverted thoughts in my head.

“You have no idea what?” Harry chuckles.

“You have no idea how much I want to-”

“Are you guys almost done in there?” Liam shouts

Harry smiles “Yeah, almost.”

“What?” Harry asks coming closer to me.

“Just shut up and kiss me already.” I say reaching for Harry at the same time he reaches for me.

Once our lips crash, I can’t contain my teenage hormones and just let them out.

I kiss Harry so aggressively, you have no idea.

I hear Harry chuckle “You hair’s covered in pudding.”

I run my hands through Harry’s sticky hair before letting them drop back behind his neck “Yours too.”

Harry soon lifts me up and places me on one of the counter tops.

“Hey, are you guys almost-”

Harry and I keep making out

“Okay, I could’ve gone my whole life without seeing this.” Louis says. Hey, at least it’s not Niall…

Harry and I pull away “Huh?” I ask

“I thought Liam told you guys to clean up.” Louis says but you can clearly see the amusement in his eyes

“I was, but Harry’s abs kept tempting me.” I say side hugging Harry.

Louis laughs “Well, you guys are lucky you only need to put the cleaning utensils back, or else.” He leaves without saying another word.

“He’s so weird sometimes I swear.” I say looking back at Harry to find him looking at me already.

I smile and peck his lips “Yes?”

He smiles “Nothing. Just wondering how bad you smell of pudding.”

I punch his shoulder playfully “Look who’s talking.”

Harry laughs “Shall we go take a shower?”

“Alone, yes.” I say jumping off the counter.

“Ah! C’mon.” Harry smirks

“Not in this lifetime Styles.” I say before going out of the kitchen and upstairs to take a nice warm shower…