Aboard England

I Love You (Kisle)

When I woke up I stretch. Bad idea. I fell right on my face. Damn floor. Why do you have to places right here. Dumb question. I turned and sat up. I slept like a baby on the couch. Harry said he bought so that if he was so drunk and couldn't make it to his bed.

Yeah he has so much logic. Speaking of the devil. He just sat in the arm chair eating a bowl of cereal. "Well hey there." I said still sitting on the floor. He just nodded his head and kept his eyes on the tv. "Wheres Louis?" I asked him.

He pointed towards the bed rooms. I looked up at the tv. Football. Well that explains it. I got up and went to Louis room he wasn't in there. I walked back out to the living room. Harry was getting his key. "I have to go record." He said giving me a hug then started out the door.

Well I guess he's here somewhere. I walked back into his room. Louis walks in from his bathroom in nothing but a towel. "Couldn't wait could you." He said. I blushed getting up and going to the door. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and sat on the bed I turned around in his arm.

Our faces inches away. "Hey there." He said smiling. "He-hey." I said nervous I don't know why. We've had sex before but this was different again. His hands went to the hem of my shirt. And my breath became hard and uneven.

The only thing between our chests, was my bra, which he had no trouble removing. I felt his hand slid around my back, unclasping my bra slowly as his other hand ran up and down my lap.

I could feel how exited he was getting. He let my bra strap slide down my arm, his index finger slowly following it down. He would repeat this same motion with the other strap. He turned me around on his lap, kissing my shoulder blades , both his hands had a hold on my hips, and soon I felt them working the strings on my shorts.

I wiggled my hips, helping him remove my shorts, I turned so that I was facing him, I pushed him back on the bed, before crawling over top of him. It didn't last long, he flipped my to the side so that he was over top of me now. He kissed me, It was so much passion, So much . . Love, he'd never kissed me like this before. His tongue played along mine, and his hand massaged my chest.

I let my fingers play in his damp hair. My other hand went to his chest but slowly slide down to his waist. Louis moaned into the kiss.

I started to unwrap the towel from around his waist and at the same time his index fingers hooked around the sides of my underwear. Soon everything got heated. He held me against the backboard of the bed kissing my neck. I pushed him back and straddle over him.

I started to kiss his neck, my hands lay on his well tone abs. Louis started to pull my underwear down. He swapped places with me.

He put himself in me. This loud moan ripped threw my lips. I wrapped my arms around him as his moved back and forth. I could feel I was nearing the top. I gasped from the sheer pleasure he brought but Louis' lip met mine surpassing it. This kiss was bliss. When I came down from my high I put my arms around Louis. "I love you." I whispered into the kiss. "I love you too." he said back.

After awhile we just laid there our flushed bodies mended as one. I sat up and Lou sat up two. "I'm moving." I said at him. "Wha- where?" he said grabbed me and held me tight. I leaned back with my chest exposed, hoping it would distract him. And it did. He grabbed me and squeezed my boob. "Ow, jerk!" I yelled. "Why are you trying to change subject. Where do you plan on going?" I removed his hand then sat up.

"Home I guess. I'm not staying at that house with that crazy bitch." Lou's face fell. "You can't leave." I felt my heat brake. His face killed me. "I have no were else to go." Louis went into thought. "Why don't you live here with me. Harry want mine." he said getting up and walking over to his dresser.

Damn he has a nice ass. He threw me my underwear and bra with one of his shirt. I put my stuff on then grabbed my pants. I walked over to the dresser mirror so I could put my hair up. I hear my phone go off in the living room.

I walked in there with Louis in latter. "Hello?" I answered. "Is this Kisle Maroe?" asked the voice on the other end. I replied a yes then he continued. "This is Dean Mitchell of Tate. I am sorry to announce that your scholarship has ran out." My mouth dropped.

Though I was going to move I was planning on staying at the school. I bet that bitch has strings up there. "This means miss that you are no longer able to reside in the student flat." I said my okays then hung up.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked. My mind started to spin. I needed to get away from London, but I don't want to go back to Florida. The it came to me. "Would you be mad if I moved to Doncaster?"