Studying Abroad ( A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 2h 21m
  • Reads 527
  • Votes 32
  • Parts 16
  • Time 2h 21m
Ongoing, First published Aug 12, 2016
Excerpt:
"Harry, we can't be doing this." I say to him, as he leaves a trail of kisses down my neck. 
"I know we shouldn't, but it feels so right." 
There is no denying that thought. 
"I'm still with Matt."
"That can change." He whispers, and nibbles at my ear.  
I whimper at the contact. I don't want to cheat on Matt. 
Fuck it, what's one little kiss gonna do?
I grab his face, and within seconds his lips are moving perfectly in sync with mine. Harry grabs me by my thighs and picks me up leading us over to the bed........
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.