Always In My Heart (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Chapter 4.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I lay down on our couch, the place I've been dwelling on since that day.

"Leave."

I told him to leave. Why?

"Please, daddy. Let me do this."

Why did I let him suck me off if I knew I was ending things? Probably because he called me daddy, the word that drives me fucking crazy.

When he calls me that, it makes my need for him ten times stronger. I hear the door open. What the hell? It was locked. No one could get it unless they have a...key. "Harry?" I call out and stand up.

I see him, his crazy long hair, his dark green eyes, his button down down shirt that's hardly buttoned, his tight skinny jeans that make me so horny, his brown boots, him.

"You're back," I choke out. "Why? Why'd you break up with Eleanor? Isn't that what this was about? You wanted to be with her, right?" He asks. He sounds defeated. "What? No, baby, no. It was about me not wanting to hurt you. I needed to figure some things out," I say. The words rush out.

"You did hurt me, though," he says. "I know. I know I did and I'm so sorry I caused this pain. Please come back to me. Please, I need you. I'll make everything right," I beg him, the love of my life.

"I don't want to forgive you so easily. I've gone through hell without you. I haven't stopped crying. I want to come back to you so bad. I just need some time to think," he says. "If you need some time, that's what you'll get. Just please stay with me tonight. Please," I plea.

He looks at me so intently. "Okay," he finally says. "Let's just go to sleep," he adds. We go into the bedroom and I take off my shoes. "The bed is still made," he points out. I rub the back of my neck. "Uh, yeah. I couldn't sleep in it without you," I say. I see a hint of a smile on his face as he takes off his shoes.
He reaches to unbutton his pants then looks at me worriedly.

"Haz, I've seen you completely naked many times before. I've been inside of you for Christ's sake. Boxers aren't gonna hurt a thing," I say and chuckle.

He laughs, flashing those dimples. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he says and slides his pants down those legs of his, stepping out of them. Fuck.

Those tight black boxers hug him perfectly. I feel a straining in my boxers. Of course I'd get hard. He pulls his shirt off and looks at me. I quickly take my shirt off and head for the bed.

"Lou, aren't you gonna take off your pants?" He asks. Um... "Well, I really like these pants," I attempt to lie. "Don't be silly, take them off," he says. "I-I don't know..." I say. "Well, I guess I'll put mine back on," he reaches for his.

No! "Okay, fine. Mine are coming off," I sigh. He crosses his arms and looks at me. He's so fucking cute and hot and sexy.

Mr. Tomlinson grows even more. I gulp, drop my pants, and step out of them. His eyes are focused on my lower region. "Oh..." He says and smirks. The smirk quickly fades when he looks up at my embarrassed, yet puzzled face.

He bites that big, plump lip. I wanna bite that lip. I wanna sit on his dick and ride him into oblivion.

"Louis.. W-we can't," he says and doesn't sound too sure, but I'm not going to push him. "I know. I know we can't. It just sort of happened and you're so perfect and yeah.." I trail off.

He just laughs and climbs into bed. I playfully roll my eyes and climb in too.