we aren't simple - l.s

Chapter 28

This chapter will contain smut. There will be another warning right before.
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I can be the one, be the one tonight

Harry's POV
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Louis and I are standing in my room. We ware next to the bed, very close to one another.

It's kind of awkward in the room at the moment. But not a bad awkward. The kind of awkward that makes you feel normal.

He steps forward and presses his lips to mine. I return the kiss, gently resting my hands on his cheeks.

I took a step back, pulling Louis with me. We sit down on the bed behind me. Our lips still moving together. Soft and passionate.

He pulls away briefly, pulling his shirt off over his head. He reconnects our lips.

His hands come to rest on my waist, toying with the fabric of my shirt. Silently asking for me to be rid of it. I pull back and remove the shirt.

We are kissing again. One of his hands comes up to hold my jaw, the other rests on my waist.

The kiss gets deeper, more lustful and less innocent. I am tilting my head, trying to get better access to his lips.

He slowly pushes me back so that I am laying on the bed and he is hovering over me. Our kisses get deeper and more desperate.

His hands are moving to the button of my jeans. He pulls away from the kiss, looking into my eyes for permission.

I give it with a little nod. He starts kissing me again trying to remove my jeans.

I giggle when they get stuck. He has to pulls away, also giggling.

He finally gets them off. He reattaches our lips before pulling away once again. Rolling onto his side in order to discard his own.

He starts kissing me again, still laying beside me instead of on top of me. We are kissing deeply, intensely.

Somehow it still feels different than it did before. But still not on a bad way. More of a really really good way.

His hands are resting on my chest. Their warmth is tingling my skin.

I can feel myself getting more and more turned on. I can feel that Louis is too.

He pulls away. He pushes his nose into the crook of my neck so he is laying across my body.

He is breathing deeply. I'm worried that something is wrong.

"You alright, angel?" I ask quietly

I run my fingers down his side to his waist. I feel him shiver at the action.

"Yeah," He removes his face from my neck looking into my eyes. "more than alright."

He looks at my lips then back into my eyes.

"I just-" He moves his nose against mine, giving me an eskimo kiss. "I just realized this is the first time we've done this when we haven't had anything to drink."

This makes me take a deep breath. He's right.

Sure we have have the small pecks on the cheek and the intense make out sessions in the toilet. We haven't really done anything more when we weren't at least a little intoxicated.

Maybe that is why it feels different. Like it almost means more.

His lips are brushing mine again. Not kissing just touching.