"Louis, don't you dare come any closer," I warned.
"Well, I'm a bad ass, so I don't tend to listen to people," he grinned, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Stop, Louis."
"Once, there was this stop sign, and I didn't stop." Obviously proud of his 'accomplishment', he stepped even closer.
"Louis!" I yelled right as the hose sprayed water on me, soaking me, my phone and my bag.
Great.
(Excerpt)
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Eleanor Calder was different in high school, she didn't have 1.4 million followers on Instagram, she didn't have a twitter and she did not have a boyfriend named Louis Tomlinson. In fact, she knew Louis as a high schooler, and never once did they say one word to each other.
Until the day he said 'hi' and it all changed.
Lately Louis started to fantasize about spanking his best mate. What was wrong with him? He was actually fantasizing about doing all sorts of sexual things with Harry. Most of all he just wanted to kiss him. It was so confusing!
He couldn't help but slap Harrys bum every chance he got, usually when they were on stage. Harry seemed to like it though, challenging him back by asking him what he wanted to do to him.
One night he found himself spanking Harry in their dressingroom when Harry willingly pulled his pants down and it was
the beginning of a confusing time where they started to explore something new. No strings attached!
Purely fictional!
SMUTWARNING!