Dreaming of You. {H.S}

With a quick movement she positions herself on top of me, to finally sit down on my torso, not facing me. I glance up. Have I ever seen a more delicate vision? My stomach stretches and I find myself melting in anxious expectation.

She slowly pushes her hips towards me, while she leans in. I grab her by her thighs and sense the warmth of her mouth approaching me. I do the same with her and she can't contain an intense moan.

She begins to oscillate her body above me, pushing her hips backwards, as I keep bucking my hips upwards, and her mound of Venus tapping repeatedly my chest, making my mind go wild.

"Are you reading Fan Fiction again?" Louis snaps entering the bedroom behind my back. I flinch and close my MacBook instinctively.

"What are you doing here? You were supposed to be out..." I mumble, frowning my eyebrows and slightly turning towards him.

"You were reading Fan Fiction! It was a lucky guess!" I flick my hand at him and turn away, reopening my MacBook. "And what is it this time? Alternate universe?" He says, approaching and looking at the screen from above my shoulder. He begins to scroll the website up, brushing the touchpad from beneath my arm. "Hmm, let's see: 'A Season In Paris; a Harry Styles/One Direction's Fan Fiction...'" He reads and chuckles. I slap his hand, preventing him from meddling anymore. "The same particular girl?" He inquires.

"Yes"

Dreaming of you.