Harry
When I wake up in the morning Louis is still not in his bed. I can't help but wonder where he is. I get rid if those thoughts and get ready for my day, I jump in the shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, the norm.
I walk in the room to find Louis sitting with his head down on his desk.
"Did you just get here?" I say curious
"Yes" he mumbles
"Where were you last night?"
"Party." you can hear the annoyance in his voice already. But I decide to push it a little further and say,
"Why were you on my bed yesterday with that guy?"
"Dammit Styles, if you couldn't tell I'm fuçking hung-over right now and your only making it worse... Then you want to play like 20 questions with me?! Leave me alone dumbarse!" He shouts
"Well maybe if you weren't an idiot and didn't go out last night and get completely waisted, you wouldn't feel so shitty!" I fire back. "This is your own fault. I had to sleep on my bed last night which was probably full of your fluids, your such a slut Louis, I can't believe you! So don't you ever even think of telling me that, when I was asking you a basic fuçking question! Do you understand me? Or am I going to have to make you?!? I shout, all my feeling being poured out.
He turns to look at me, and all I see is anger in his eyes. It's actually a quite scary sight if I'm honest, I haven't seen him in this state.
I gulp when he gets up and starts walking to me. As he steps towards me I step one back until I hit the wall. He hits his hands on the wall right next to my head making me flinch. Now I'm trapped and have very little to no space between the wall and Louis.He looks me dead in the eyes and says,"I would like to see you try, don't you ever talk to me that way or I will-"
"You will what?" I say suddenly finding braveness in me.
"Don't test me curly, I can do things to you that nobody has ever done." he slowly whispers in my ear sending chills down my back.
Louis brings his hands to my waist and lightly traces over my thigh making me shutter. Bringing his hands closer and closer to my length my breath quickens. I know what he's doing and I'm getting turned on. He brings his eyes back to mine and whispers once again,
"So many things... your so innocent Harry, I can feel it. I cant believe no one has touched you like this."
Louis big hand palms me through my pants, now I'm hard and I have no idea what to even think, my mind is blank.
I have the urge to kiss Louis, before I even get to lean in Louis pulls away. Slightly disappointed by his action I just stand there frozen.
"My class starts right now... good luck with your little problem." he smirks and points to my bulge.
When he walks out of our room I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.
What the hell just happened. I'm so confused one minute he's furious with me and has me against the wall then the next he's rubbing me telling me how he couldn't believe I've never been touched and that he wants to do so many "things" to me. I let my mind wonder for a bit before I go and wash my face. I'm shocked when I see myself in the mirror looking flustered.
I have no clue how I'm supposed to act when he gets back. It just happened so fast.
There's one things I can describe it as...Hot.
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Whoa things got pretty steamy ehh?
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