Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 6: Harry

That night he looked fantastic. He always did, but tonight he looked beyond fantastic. Had I been sober, I would have made much better decisions that night, but I wasn't. After leaving him at the bar, I return to Niall, Taylor, and I's table.

While they talked about everything, I found myself looking at Louis. Not in a creepy, staring, stalky way, but in a he was beautiful and I just wanted to sit and admire him kind of way.

He knew I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I was certain that was the goal of his outfit that night. Everything was tight in all the right places. But it was also tight in all the wrong places. When he caught me staring for the third time that night, he motioned for me to come over. And who was I to say no when he was everything I'd ever wanted.

"I've caught you staring at me three times now, love," he tells me. "Why don't you take me somewhere that we can do some things that we'll certainly regret tomorrow," he suggests, dragging his finger down my chest.

The second we reached my house, his lips were on mine in a needy heated way I'd missed more than anything. I'd missed the way he did everything, but this was my absolute favorite. The way his lips seemed to fit perfectly against mine as they moved in perfect harmony.

"Bedroom," he asked, before toppling over one of Darcy's toys that had been left scattered around the living room, despite being told to put them away.

"Jump," I'd told him, tightly holding onto his thighs as I walked upstairs to my bedroom, without falling. Once we'd reached the bedroom, he quickly shoved me against my bed.

"Such a little slut for my cock, aren't you," he'd asked while grinding down on me. In response he'd only gotten a whimper. What can I say? The boy did things to me.

"Want you, Lou," I'd moaned out as he sucked a love bite onto my neck. That would be a pain to explain when people started pointing it out.