The Last Attempt

3.

his kisses were something that i loved sharing with him. i loved the taste of his lips, the feeling of his lips pushed against mine. the sounds of his moans filling the room.

i let go of the long, hard, passionate kiss. we were both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath from our recent make out session. then harry decided to speak up. "you know these turkey sandwiches aren't going to eat themselves right?" i giggled slightly, moving my lips closer to his ear, nibbling on it. "well, maybe you should eat me instead.." i could feel my warm breath bouncing off the side of his face.

"i wish i could, lou.. i wish i could. but i have to go somewhere with taylor today." "maybe you could, i don't know, cancel it?" i moved from his ear to his neck, lightly sucking on the free skin. harry's grip on the counter top tightened, turning his knuckles white. his moans were silent, almost like he didn't want me to hear them. "let it out.." i managed to say, before returning to kiss the place right below his ear, causing harry to moan louder.

'lou, lou. please.'

a smirk split my lips. i loved when he begged for me to 'help him'. "sorry, curly. i guess we'll just have to wait until another time.." i walked away from harry, leaving him breathless. his curls were kind of stuck to his face and his face was sweaty. a small whine came from those beautiful lips of his. "louis fucking tomlinson you goddamn tease."

i plopped down on the couch, turning the tv on something interesting. harry came and sat by me, leaning near my neck. his breath was hot, making my pants grow tighter with every inch that he got closer.

he pushed me from sitting up to lying flat on my back. he grabbed my face in both of his large hands. "you are so fucking beautiful." once again, our lips were connected, making fireworks go off in my mind. our tongues danced, making moans slip out of both of our mouths.

his moans were deep and rough. just how i liked them. i always loved to hear them, whether i was the cause of them or not. it was like music to my ears. that's why i blow him so often.

harry deepened the kiss, gently grinding on top of my lap. "you need- to cancel- those- plans with- taylor." he kept kissing me, interrupting my sentence with small pecks to my lips. he just smiled and laughed. "oh louis, i didn't really have anywhere to go with her today. i just wanted to do that to make you mad."

i playfully slapped his chest, making him chuckle deeply. "so, since we don't have anything planned.. what do you want to do?" "umm.." i paused for a minute to think. "how about we just watch films? make some hot tea, get fuzzy blankets, popcorn, everything!" harry didn't say a word. he stared me straight in the eyes, making sure i had nowhere else to look, but his beautiful green eyes. "you're so adorable." along with that statement, came a messing up of my hair. he put his hands through it and messed it up. great. now it was even messier than before. "sorry lou. i just like it when you have 'sex' hair." he jumped off of me, winking as he walked off.

sometimes, i wonder what goes on in his head. one minute, he's a cuddly mess that loves to cuddle with me, then the next, he wants to fuck my brains out. i mean, i love it. but its weird if i'm being honest.

harry came back with three covers, 5 pillows, over 30 films and three chairs. "what the fuck are you doing harry?" he just laughed quietly and ran over to me. "get up you lazy bum and start building our fort!" he shoved all of the pillows and blankets in my arms. i just looked at him, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him. but, i loved him for who he was. and he was the love of my life. he looked back at me with a confused expression, "why are you staring at me?" i didn't reply. a soft smile was all i could show. "i love you.." i blurted, walking over. i grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him lightly, feeling the butterflies in my stomach. i pulled back and just looked into his eyes. "so.. does that mean we can build a fort?" he was just so childish sometimes. "sure curly, we can build one." he jumped right out of my grasp, getting more chairs and blankets and pillows. in 15 minutes time, the fort was complete.

i climbed in first, making sure we could see our tv and that i was comfortable, of course. then, harry rushed in, plopping right next to me, shifting and cuddling close to me. "harry?" "yes, lou?" "umm, i need to the remote.." harry looked at me and slapped my chest. "what? i thought we were watching films!" he just laughed. "yeah, but i already got comfortable in your arms so it was hard to get up.." i couldn't hide my smile, he just had that effect on me.

so, we began watching the films, about an hour and a half after we made the fort. no, we didn't do what you're thinking, we talked. talked, like bestfriends that haven't seen eachother since high school. 'what's happened?' 'how was life without this/that?' 'did you miss me?' and i do have to admit, some tears were shed when the 'i miss you' came into play.

"why did you pick 'Up' for the film? you know this movie makes me emotional." we weren't even 30 minutes into the movie and harry was already wiping his eyes with my shirt. "well, maybe i wanted to see you cry over something that wasn't me." i said, a smirk growing on my lips. he looked up me, seeming a tiny bit shocked. "well, it's true. while you were away, i did cry.. but not as much as you did.." it was amazing at how good he was getting at his comebacks. usually he was shit at them, but i could tell he'd been working on them. "okay. how about this. instead of watching a film, we actually go out and do something, yeah?" harry quickly got out of the so called 'fort' or pillows, chairs and blankets. then i got out after him. "well, sure. where do you want to go?" "i don't know. maybe walk down the street, let me get some pictures and just spend the day together, you know?"

harry's expression went from slightly happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "lou, if anyone see's us out there, they'll immediately call management and separate us again.. i can't do that.." tears began to drip from his eyes, and warm tears were burning mine. "you know what, fuck it. i want to spend a fucking day with you out at a restaurant or the mall or go see a movie something. so i can show that i truly love you, and that this isn't a scam. that we are actually a real thing and not something our fans made up."
"i fucking love you." a soft smile came to harry's lips, making his little dimples appear. "i fucking love you too." i replied, sending the same soft, cheeky smile back.

"c'mon, we can go out." i ran to the bedroom, and rummaged through our closet. "uhh, harry?" i yelled, assuming he could hear me in the shower. i heard the water suddenly turn off, and footsteps coming towards the door. "oh yeah babe, you need something?"

i was speechless. only a towel was covering from his hips down. water was still rolling down his shirtless torso, curling and curving around his abs. i just wanted to attack him right then and there. "babe, you need something?" i was caught in a daze, and blurted out, "you.." harry turned to look at me, seeming to loosen his towel around his hips. "wot?" "i-i mean erm. i wanted to know if i could borrow that really comfortable white shirt of yours? i really love wearing it." harry smiled a dimpled smile. "why do you like wearing it so much?" "because it smells like you.." i grabbed the shirt out of the closet, slipped off my shirt, and slipped the white shirt right over my torso. i took the shirt collar in my hands and held it to my nose, and sniffed lightly. "always smelled like you. always will smell like you.." i grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and, not very smoothly or easily, put them on. i headed straight for the bathroom.

i stood infront of the mirror, ruffling with my already messy hair. then harry came up behind me, sneaking his hands under my shirt and lightly rubbing my tummy, resting his head on my shoulder. "i like your messy hair lou. it makes you look more adorable."

he removed his hands from under my shirt and walked out of the bathroom, leaving chills on my cold skin. i slipped on my spider-man vans and headed for the door. "harry! c'mon!" "coming you big dork." he came falling down the stairs, trying to put one of his boots on.

i couldn't help myself but to smile, "you know you look really cute when you struggle.." he just laughed and said, "i know.."