EMMA’S P.O.V.


As soon as I reach Zayn’s doorstep, my phone buzzes in my pocket and it’s a message from dad. He’s acting suspicious toward me and I haven’t given him a reason to. I assure him that I’m with Chloe and he sends back a simple ‘ok’ before I hesitantly knock. I don’t know what exactly I expect from spending the evening with Zayn, but even if nothing happens tonight, I plan to get my foot in the door.

“Hey Em.”

He leans over and casually pecks my cheek before stepping out of the way so I can enter his large flat. I set my purse down on the small table in his entryway and slip off my shoes. Zayn locks the door and leads me to the living room and kitchen area.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

I glance at the beer bottle in his hand and sit down on the couch.

“I’ll have what you’re having.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“As long as you don’t tell your dad.”

I scoff. There’s a lot I don’t tell my dad.

“Promise.”

He chugs the remainder of the liquid in his bottle and tosses it into the garbage bin, causing a crashing noise which tells me that this isn’t his first beer of the night. Soon enough, he returns to the couch with two bottles. He twists off one of the caps and hands that bottle to me before
opening his own.

“Thanks. So, what are we watching?”

The television is paused on a dark scene that I can’t make out.

“Hold on, now. You have to tell me why you’re here first.”

Exactly what I feared. He needs to know what happened to make me want to leave my house. I came up with a few ideas on my way over here, but I don’t know which is going to be the best option.

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Sorry missy, we’re not watching Harry Potter until you at least give me an overview.”

He playfully nudges my arm and I pull my knees up to my chest, taking a swig of my beer.

“Fine. I went out tonight with this guy and his friends and he- he tried something with me and I didn’t want it. He was kind of forceful, but I just don’t like him like that.”

“What? Who was it? Did he... touch you?”

He’s on the edge of the couch now, practically seething. Shit, maybe this wasn’t the best plan, except that it has gotten a rise out of him. I can work with this.

“He tried, but I got away fast enough. I don’t think he would have hurt me, but I just-“ I look away
from him shyly and begin to pick at my fingernails nervously, “I’m sorry. I should have went to a girlfriend’s house or something. I just didn’t want to seem weak and you’re the only person I really trust-“

“It’s fine, Emma. I’m glad you came to me. Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you at all?”

I feel my body relax as soon as his hand rests on my knee.

“No, I’m fine. I just didn’t want to go home. My dad can’t know about this.”

Zayn thinks for a moment and nods hesitantly.

“Alright, I won’t tell him. You never answered my question, though. Who was this guy?”

Do I tell him? What if he’s in his class? I’m sure he knows him.

“I don’t want to tell you. You probably know him.”

“So what? I won’t do anything, Em. I can just keep an eye on him... Make sure he doesn’t hurt
you.”

As long as I don’t bring it up again, he’ll have no reason to approach Harry.

“As long as you promise not to say anything.”

“I promise.”

He holds out his pinky like a nine year old girl. I giggle and hook it with my pinky.

“Harry Styles.”

Zayn’s eyes widen and his face goes pale.

“I knew you would know him.”

I see anger in his eyes and I tap his shoulder lightly to snap him out of his daze.

“I’m gonna kill that curly haired son of a bitch-“

“No! Zayn, you promised! You can’t say anything.”

His eyes meet mine and he takes a deep breath. His shoulders are tense and strong, but he slowly relaxes.

“Fine, but you have to tell me if he tries anything again, okay?”

I nod feebly and whisper the next part softly through tears that I didn’t expect.

“It’s not like I’ve never done anything with a guy.”

“Hmm?”

Zayn eyes me inquisitively, probably questioning whether he heard me correctly or not. The expression on his face tells me that he did. Then he notices my glassy eyes and takes my beer bottle from me, setting it down on the coffee table with his own. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my head to rest on his chest.

“Shhh. Don’t cry, Em. Talk to me.”

His voice is soft and soothing. I actually feel like talking about how shitty of a person I am. I don’t want him to think of me as a slut though, which is quite strange since that is exactly the impression I wanted him to have when I showed up at his door.

I think I might really like Zayn.

“You don’t want to hear about it.”

He pulls away, but leaves his hands on my arms.

“You don’t need to worry about how I’ll think of you, Emma.”

I avoid meeting his eyes and I glance around the room. He removes one hand from my arm and places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You’ll hate me. You’ll think I’m a whore, that I’m-“

He covers my mouth with his hand and grins before leaning forward to kiss me on the forehead. I simply melt as his lips touch my skin. I try not to make that noticeable, though.

“I’m going to tell you a story, okay?”

I’m confused, but I nod as he slowly pulls his hand away. He urges me to lay on his shoulder and I do, his arm wraps around me as his finger softly strokes my forearm.

“When I was in high school, let’s just say that everyone was shocked that you’re dad was the one with a kid and not me. In fact, I think your mum was the only girl in school I didn’t shag.”

I nuzzle into his shoulder and listen to him begin his story. A story that I suppose is meant to make me feel better. Hopefully it does and hopefully he doesn’t make me tell him my story.


HARRY’S P.O.V.


Louis is sitting on the chair in the corner of my bedroom across from where I am on my bed. Sitting apart was his idea. He thinks it will keep us from rushing things before we talk. He’s very adamant about talking, which I can’t complain about because I could listen to his voice all day.

“So, Harry. You’re seventeen, correct?”

“Eighteen in October.”

Louis chuckles and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ll be thirty in December. I’m so fucking old.”

I lay at the foot of the bed on my stomach and rest my head on my palms, supported by my
elbows.

“I don’t care how old you are. You’re hot.”

Louis laughs a little louder this time and I can tell he doesn’t agree with me.

“I’m serious, Louis. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

He isn’t laughing now. His eyes shift up to meet mine and I hold the seriousness in my expression that my voice exudes.

“I couldn’t even admit to myself that I was gay until I laid eyes on you. After that, there was no denying it. You made sense of it all.”

Louis tries to halt his grin, but he can’t.

“You’re hotter than me, Harry. You’re fit as hell.”

I shake my head in disagreement. No one’s appearance can compare to Louis’. I decide to change the subject, though.

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m a lawyer. My dad, brother, and I have a family practice together.”

“No way! That’s what I plan on going to Uni for. I want to be a lawyer.”

Louis doesn’t believe me, but it’s really always been my dream.

“I mean it. The only problem is, my mum might not be able to afford it. I’m going to try to get a
scholarship. My grades are pretty good.”

Louis stands up from the chair and I feel my heart flutter as he approaches my bed. I scoot over to
make room for him and he lays on his back next to me. I watch him carefully as he speaks.

“So, what exactly are we doing? Am I just a fucking idiot?”

I grin and move slightly so that our bodies are lined up perfectly next to each other, my feet reaching past his.

“I can’t answer the second question, but I think what we’re doing, is having a little fun, yeah?”

He rolls onto his side and I mirror his action so that we’re facing each other.

“Yeah... You aren’t gonna tell anyone, right?”

I shake my head immediately. Abrielle just doesn’t count. It’s not like she’ll pass it on.
That seems to be enough for Louis and he scoots over so that his body is pressed against mine, no space between us in any way. His legs tangle with mine and he rolls onto me, bringing his hands up to run them through my hair. He tugs on it harshly and I moan, my mouth falling open, which he takes advantage of instantly. His lips are on mine, his tongue sliding along the roof of my mouth. I breathe in his scent and my eyes roll back in delight as he rolls his hips against mine. I can feel his erection on mine and the feeling is sinful.

“Fuck. Need you.”

My words are hardly audible as he doesn’t pull away for me to speak. I reach between our chests and fumble with the small buttons on his crisp shirt. Once I make my way halfway down his shirt, he balances on his knees so I can reach the rest and I whimper at the loss of friction from his hips grinding against mine. I grip the collar of his shirt and pull it back, dragging the shirt off of his strong, toned arms. Louis sits up on his knees, straddling my waist and pulls his shirt off entirely. He has a few tattoos on his chest and some on his arms. I make a mental note to ask him about each and every one, but at the moment, I don’t want anything but to remove the rest of his clothes.
His shirt is thrown to the side and he begins to work at mine. There are only a few buttons that are left to be undone and he makes quick progress.

“Pants. Off.”

He kisses me between each word and removes himself from my body. He stands next to my bed and I watch him take his pants off frantically. I undo my jeans as I watch him, tugging at them roughly so they come off as soon as possible. Once we’re both in our undergarments, Louis in loose fitting boxers and me in my tight black briefs, Louis returns to the bed, slowly this time. When our bare chests meet, I feel his heart beating fast and I shiver when his lips attach to my neck. He moves down to my collarbone and takes the piece of skin there between his teeth, sucking harshly and pulling blood to the surface. I wrap my arms around him and feel around his warm back. Louis pulls his face away from the bruise he has created and blows cool air on it, causing bumps to rise all over my body. I feel my cock twitch in my tight briefs and he continues his trail of kisses down my chest. He leaves similar bruises on each of my nipples before moving down, leaving open mouth kisses along my abdomen until he is seated between my legs.
He pulls my briefs down a bit so that my hips are fully exposed, but my member is still clothed. Louis brings his lips to my left hip, sucking sharply against where my bone slightly protrudes. After blowing cool air on that bruised spot, he moves over to the right hip, repeating himself so that I’m covered in the proof that tonight is actually happening. I fidget as he hooks his fingers under the elastic of my pants and my breath hitches as he pulls them down to my thighs. He gasps and his eyes shift upward so that he is looking at me through his lashes. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch him intently.

“You’re so big, Harry.”

He pulls my briefs down entirely and moves out of the way so that they are off of my ankles. He lays on his stomach, bending my knees on either side of his head. I feel as though my heart has stopped when he wraps his dainty fingers around my cock. I take a shallow intake of air and bite my bottom lip as he presses his open mouth against the tip. He squeezes gently and I fight the urge to jerk my hips toward him. My body feels as though it’s about to have unending spasms.

“Be still, love. You’ll have to be good for me. I’ve never done this before.”

I taste blood on my tongue from my relentless biting and I nod madly.

“I promise, Lou. I haven’t either. God, just- please!”

I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I need him to touch me. He smirks and his tongue slips out. He licks a thin stripe up my length and I’m practically on the verge of tears. I yelp when he wraps his lips around me. His tongue dances along against the tip and he hums as he tastes the bits of pre-come that is gathered there. I pant and hook my feet on his calves so he can tell just how desperate I am. His eyes meet mine as he takes me into his mouth further, the wet heat making me tremble. I’m fisting at the sheets but it isn’t enough to calm me until he brings one hand up chest and digs the fingers on his other hand into my thigh. He pinches my nipple with his index finger and thumb and I cry out in delight. He bobs his head down further until I hit the back of his throat. He sputters and gags against me and I sit up a bit more. I see his eyes watering, but he continues without letup. I stroke his hair comfortingly and he brings both of his hands to my thighs. He massages them as he moves me in and out of his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks so that he can suck sharply as I move away from his throat. Now, each time I reach the back of his throat, he breathes through his nose and doesn’t gag. When he relaxes his throat muscles, he takes me back farther, repositioning his body so that he can make enough room for me.

“Fuck, so beautiful!”

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He breathes in slowly through his nose and swallows so that his throat constricts around me as he pushes his head down closer to my lower abdomen. Louis pulls back a little and repeats this action two more times before I can’t hold back anymore. Embarrassingly quickly, my stomach tightens and I suck in sharp breaths.

“I’m gonna come, Louis. Oh my god.“

He swallows again and the tightness is too much to handle. I come down his throat in long spurts and he swallows each one. He slowly pulls back once I’m done and I lay back on the bed, sweating and panting. Once I’m no longer deep in his throat, he coughs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before laying down next to me. I roll over, straddling him and immediately kissing all over his face, wiping the tears that fell while he was choking.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

He grins breathlessly at me before pecking my lips. His mouth tastes salty and warm, but I don’t spend too much time focused on that. He lays next to where I previously was as I quickly move down his body, not having the patience to slowly arouse him and tease him like he did me. I pull his boxers down and marvel at his member as it lays along his stomach in front of me. He’s painfully hard and I expect to instantly relieve a bit of tension. I don’t intend to mimic his actions though; I have another idea.

“Spread your legs for me, babe.”

“But-“

“Just trust me, okay? Wanna try something.”

I watch him mull over his options and he finally nods, laying back in embarrassment as his muscular legs fall open. I wrap my hand around his length and swipe my thumb over the tip to gather the beads of pre-come that will make it easier to stroke him off. He writhes against the sheets and I smile to myself for making him so wild. While I continue to slowly rub my hand over his cock, I lay down on my stomach so that I can easily access his perfect bum. It really is the most flawless thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

I test the waters, so to speak, by prodding his tight hole with my pointed tongue. He whimpers and
his hips practically jump, so I rest my free hand on his thigh to calm him. Once he’s laid back down, I repeat this action until he can take it without jerking his hips around. Once he’s calmly moaning my name, I swirl my tongue around his hole and quicken the pace of my hand around his throbbing erection.

“Harry, oh fuck. So good. Not much longer!”

I swipe my tongue against him harder and tighten my grip on his cock as I continue to jerk him off while eating him out. I moan against him, feeling turned on all over again, but I know I can’t handle getting hard again. I don’t want to rush having sex with him, which is ridiculous because that’s what this relationship, if you can call it that, is based on.

“I’m coming, don’t stop!”

He moans uncontrollably and his legs shake on either side of my head. I continue my movements at a slower pace as he comes, covering my hand and his stomach in the stickiness. I swipe my tongue across his hole once more and move up so that I can see him. His head has fallen back between his shoulders and he’s catching his breath. When I release his member, he pulls his head up so he can look at me. When I catch his eyes, I place three of my fingers that are dripping in his come in my mouth and suck on them, tasting how sweet he is.

“Fucking hell, Harry. I never knew that could feel so good.”

I grin and lean over to peck his lips before scrambling off of my bed. I leave my room and walk into the bathroom Gemma and I share, wetting a washcloth and returning to my room. I wipe Louis down, cleaning his stomach and his cock, as well as my hand before laying down on his open arm. He pulls me toward him and I lay my head on his chest in silence.

“Thank you.”

I giggle and kiss his collarbone.

“Why are you thanking me?”

He chuckles and hugs me tightly.

“I don’t know. It just feels like the right thing to say.”

After laying in silence for a while, I get up and turn out the lights. We lay back down so that our heads are on the correct side of the bed and we slip under the covers, still wearing absolutely nothing. Louis lays on one pillow on my double bed and pulls me over to lay on his chest. I can feel the steady rise and fall of his diaphragm as he breathes in and out.

“What’s your middle name, Louis?”

He doesn’t scoff as if my question is stupid and that’s comforting.

“William. What about yours?”

“Edward. What’s your favorite food?”

He thinks about it for a moment.

“I really couldn’t tell you. I like food though.”

I giggle and nuzzle into his neck.

“I’m going to cook for you tomorrow.”

He kisses the top of my head and leaves his lips there.

“I’d love that.”

We continue to ask each other seemingly meaningless questions until he falls asleep in the middle of a sentence, the sound of his breathing filling the room. I smile contently and close my eyes as I lay my arm across his waist comfortably.

This is the best night of my life.

Notes

Whew. That made me all hot and bothered.. lol Larry always does.

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