Forbidden Love

Love Me Like You Do

LOUIS' POV:

"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked Harry. I was a bit concerned and a little scared to find out what he was doing. All of a sudden, Harry's face was barely an inch away from my face. I looked down and saw his hand slowly reach for my thigh. I looked back up and stared into his eyes. My eyebrows were raised and I didn't take my eyes off him....not even for a second.

"Harry?" I repeated. "What are you---"

He kissed me.

He leaned in closer to me than he already was and kissed me.

It felt like it was a dream.

Like it was too good to be true.

The kiss lasted for a couple seconds and I didn't know what to do.

"Uh..." I said.

I blushed a little and noticed that Harry was getting a bit nervous

"I'm s-sorry Lou, I--I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry, just---" he said, stammering over his words. I hated to see him nervous because of me.

"Harry." I said, cutting him off. He looked at me for a second.

"What?"

"Stop apologizing and do it again." I said with a smirk on my face. I didn't really know what to expect once those words came out of my mouth, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

I felt my heart beat get faster and faster by the second. I don't exactly know what I liked about Harry more, the fact that he was charming, sexy and witty, or the fact that I was really turned on by just his touch. Either way, he was worth it. He was worth a lot more to me than anything else in the world. Anything and anyone.

Harry leaned in and kissed me again, and this time it was deeper than the first. I kissed him back, and once I did, I had no regrets whatsoever. He tasted like peppermint, and I loved it so much. It sent chills up my spine, and the horny chills. Just kissing him was turning me on.

This isn't going well for me, now is it?

As the kiss went on, he cupped my face in his hands and that deepened the kiss even more. I pressed my hands against his chest and I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. It was slightly faster than normal, but I liked the rhythm of it. It was so calming in the weirdest way.

I felt one of his hands move back to my thigh and move up slowly, his touch leaving a burning sensation on my leg. His hand was weirdly warm on my leg, which I actually enjoyed. I pulled back a second once I felt myself getting way too hard all too fast. I let my forehead rest against his as I tried to catch my breath, and Harry seemed to be trying to catch his own. He let out a small laugh and he glanced towards the hallway, where his bedroom was. He smirked and I swear, I couldn't breathe right now.

Harry got up and I just looked at him. He held his hand out to me and I looked at him hesitantly. He bit his lip and then stepped closer to me.

"C'mon, love..." He said in a soft voice. My heart warmed up at him calling me love. Ugh, why did the things he say have to make my emotions go all stupid?

I took his hand and then he was leading me at first, but then he broke away from me, running into the room. I heard him laugh as he jumped on the bed. I smiled and walked in the room, only to be greeted by a shirtless Harry who was laying on the bed.

"Slowpoke..." he teased.

"Shut up..." I laughed, pulling off my shirt before climbing onto the bed. Harry smiled at me.

"You only want me quiet 'cause you know I'm right." he teased. I got on top of him and pinned him down, leaning down close to his face. He started to kind of blush and I smiled.

"No you're not." I whispered. He just stared into my eyes, and I took in the beautiful emeralds that were his own. They held such depth in them, like a story that was still being written and was never going to have an end. I didn't want his story to ever end. And even if it did, the legacy would never end. His legacy. Our legacy. The story of us.

"God, you're beautiful, Lou..." he whispered. I shook my head and smiled.

"So are you, Haz..." I said, pressing my forehead against his. I moved my hands to his hair, and I inhaled deeply, making him smile. His scent was a spicy kind of cinnamon.

I shut my eyes and just enjoyed his presence for a bit. I acknowledged everything I noticed in my mind. And I tried to notice so much about him.

His heartbeat. Steady...not too fast, not too slow. It wasn't thumping out of his chest, but it wasn't tame. It was just the heartbeat of Harry. It was present as I sat here pressed against him like this. I loved his heartbeat...I loved the metronome tempo of it...it was hypnotizing...just weirdly appealing to me...

His skin. Soft...velvety even. It was covered with tattoos, but not completely to the point where it was overbearing. The ink marked his skin perfectly, sharp clean lines that contrasted against his skin. I liked it. I traced my finger over one on his arm, not even having to open my eyes to find where they were on his arms. I just knew. And I loved that...

His warmth. Sometimes I wondered what generated the body heat of Harry Styles. Was it his own hotness that his body was feeding off of him? Or was it maybe a burning fire within him that he was letting build inside until the right moment. Was it maybe the warmness of his heart and soul, the warmness that just comforted so many and just made me smile no matter what? Or was it just nerves? Did I make him nervous?

I opened my eyes and looked into his. He licked his lips and I felt his warm breath on my face, making me smile. I pressed my lips to his again, gently but lovingly, and his hands went to my face. His hands caressed my face before his hands slid to my neck. Again, I started feeling myself get hard, but I was too entranced by Harry and I being this close to even worry about that.

I trailed kisses from his mouth down to his neck and he sighed deeply. I started to make a love bite, kissing and sucking on his sweet spot, and I felt chills on his arms. I tangled my fingers in his curls and he ran his hands to my back, just holding me near my hips. I felt him get hard against me and soon enough,he bucked his hips into me and I pulled back, gasping at the feeling. I was straddling his lap, so it hit me full on. I felt my heart start to beat at an unreasonable pace. Oh my god...

I started to unbutton his jeans, a rush of wanting coming over me. Wanting the feeling of his warm, velvety tattooed skin against mine. Wanting him to be pressed against me even more. Wanting his lips on me, my lips, my neck, my arms, my chest, doing whatever he wanted. I just wanted him. I really only just wanted him. No, not even wanting. Need. It was a need for him.

I shifted on him and he shut his eyes tight and sighed, gripping my waist even more. I pried his fingers off and moved so that I could pull off his jeans. I got them off and Harry looked at me.

"Not fair, LouBear. You too." He said, smiling a bit. I smiled back, breathing kind of heavy.

"I was getting there, Styles..." I said. He sat up and kissed me, cupping my face in his hands. It made it hard for me to take these pants off, and it just made me hard in general.

Once I got them off, I climbed onto him again, and he smiled, pulling me close and kissing me lovingly. I shifted on him again and he moaned softly in my mouth. That sent chills all over my body. I liked that he could get my body to react in different ways. I liked that it took the simplest sound or the simplest touch to make me crazy about him.