LOUIS’ P.O.V.


By the time we get back to Harry’s house, it’s two in the morning. Between pulling over to argue and later to eat, it took much longer to drive back than the initial trip did.

I even let Harry drive for the last hour and a half. He was stiff and nervous at first, probably afraid of crashing my car. I stroked my thumb across his thigh, though, and he eventually grew comfortable enough to release one fist’s grip to hold my hand.

A part of me feared that someone would be parked in his driveway, but it was empty, just like we left it.

I direct Harry to park on the curb to be safe and we walk some distance away in case someone is watching. I stand a few feet away as he unlocks the door, but once we’re inside, that distance closes instantly. Harry hooks his fingers through my belt loops and yanks my hips into his. I’m still not comfortable with the fact that he’s a half a head taller than me at only seventeen. Still, forgetting his age, it’s sexy as he towers over me, pinning me to the back of his front door and grinding into me like an experienced stripper. You wouldn’t know it from watching him every day, but once he goes full-nympho, his coordination is unmatchable. I throw my head back, making it easy for him to capture my lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

“C’mon, Lou,” his lips move against mine, “let’s go upstairs.”

Before I can nod like I want to, he’s pulling me backwards toward the stairs, once again surprising me by not tripping over himself. It takes us at least ten minutes to make it up the stairs, stripping out of our clothing along the way and taking breaks to make out every few steps.

Once we’re upstairs, Harry starts to lead me to his room, but I pull back toward the door across the hall. We’re already stripped down to just our boxers.

“Let’s take a shower, yeah?”

Harry grins devilishly and pulls me by my arm into the bathroom. We leave the door open and Harry pushes me back against the counter, my arse cold against the granite through the thin material of my pants. He pulls away after leaving a soft kiss on my cheek, leaving me to catch my breath as he turns on the water. While the shower runs hot, Harry returns to me, ready to strip me down completely. Before he can dominate this entire experience, though, I press my hands against his pale chest and push him against the wall, leaning into his body with my weight to hold him there.

I brush my fingers along his sides and use one hand to gently clutch his jaw, lifting his head up toward the ceiling. I attach my mouth to his neck, careful not to suck on one spot for too long. Not long enough to leave a long-lasting bruise. God-forbid he shows up to school on Monday with a hickie everyone assumes is from my daughter.

“Lou-“

“Shhh...”

I hush him with my lips still on his skin, trailing my free hand down to his groin to palm him through his briefs. I can feel his legs trembling against mine as I hold him against the wall firmly. I finally halt my assault on his neck, squatting down until I’m at eye-level with his growing package. I grip his thighs, not only to hold him in place, but to keep myself from falling over, as I brush my lips over the damp area of his underwear. I pull back and look up at him, licking a bit of pre-come from my lips as he watches me, lips quivering in anticipation.

“Lou- wow, so fucking hot.”

I hum my approval and return my mouth to where he wants it, blowing cool air onto him. I slowly part my lips and suck at his balls lightly,
pulling them into my mouth one at a time through his pants and slowly releasing them. When Harry is as hard as I imagine could be comfortable, I stand up, pulling his boxers down swiftly. I kiss his lips as I pull mine off as well and intertwine our fingers to pull him toward the shower, which is making the whole room steamy, fogging the mirror entirely.

I step in first and hold out a hand for Harry to take because he’s in quite a daze now. I can’t help but to stare at his body as he walls into the tub behind me. His torso is long and toned, pale and ink-free, all quite opposite of me. He’s so well-hung, too. Hell, if I was that well off at his age, surely I’d have gotten more action. Hell, if I was that well-off now...

“Want you, Lou. Want you so much.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and pull both of our bodies under the water. He leans down to kiss me, probably deeming it too dangerous for me to balance on my toes in the slippery tub, which I’m thankful for. Our lips dance as the water falls between our bodies, washing away everything from the past twenty-four hours. His large hands cover the expanse of my lower back with ease and my mind wanders to all of the wonderful things he could do with those hands. First things first...

“Harry, can you-“ he pulls away, giving me room to talk, while giving me his full attention, “Could you like, get us off at the same time. With one hand?”

Harry quirks an eyebrow in confusion and I push him back slightly so that we aren’t under the water anymore.

“Here, give me your hand.”

Still confused, he holds out one of his massive hands, allowing me to do as I please. I compare it to mine first, amazed at the size
difference. Then, I lower his hand to his own length, wrapping his fingers around it loosely, easily covering the circumference. I cover his hand with mine as much as I can and slowly begin to stroke our hands over his slick member. He hisses in pleasure from this simple action and I quicken the pace, feeling myself grow harder and harder as I watch his face.

“Alright, stop.”

He listens and slows his hand as I let go. I use my hands to open his fingers, leaving him to cup his cock in one hand, awaiting his next
instruction. I step forward, closing the small space between us and hooking my arms around his neck, trusting him to balance me. I lift onto the balls of my feet and balance our hips out. Harry seems to understand where I’m going with this and uses his free hand to collect my throbbing member and join it with his. After he is holding us both in one hand, he wraps his free arm around my waist to help me stay up. I begin to kiss his collarbone as he starts to slide his hand over both of our lengths, which are now also rubbing against each other. The sensation is impossible to explain in adequate detail, but I’ve never felt anything like it. I find myself incapable of kiss his skin and end up gnawing and simply breathing against his shoulder instead. Time passes at a strange pace, seeming to stop at moments of immense pleasure and moving too quickly during the rest. As I start to feel a building in my stomach, as if I’m a couple minutes away from coming, Harry seems to lose himself.

“Lou- I can’t last. I’m sorry, but- oh my god, I’m gonna come.”

I nod and hope that he sees that as my complete approval. He must, because moments later, his head is thrown back and he’s coming between us, warm, sticky liquid landing on my chest and his stomach in spurts. He slows his movements and I wrap my arms around his waist instead of his neck to make sure he doesn’t fall as his eyes flutter shut. After a couple minutes of him leaning back against the shower wall, his eyes are wide open again, his attention back on me entirely.

“Lemme suck you off, Lou. Want you to come in my mouth, yeah?”

I’ve never nodded so furiously in my life as he sinks down to his knees in front of me. He holds the back of my thighs and trails his hands up to grip my bum, sending a pleasing shock through my body. I lean forward and rest my palms against the wall as he catches my erection in his mouth, wrapping his lips gently around my tip. I can assume that this is his first blow-job, but it shouldn’t be difficult when I’m
already so close to the edge.

He swirls his tongue experimentally and my head hangs between my shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s amazing. So good, babe.”

He hums in appreciation and takes a bit more into his mouth, obviously focusing the majority of his attention on keeping his teeth behind his lips. He doesn’t do anything but keep me in his mouth and although I don’t want to be rude, I’m about to remind him that sucking plays a key role in the action. Then, before I need to say anything, he does exactly that; he sucks. He sucks hard and I moan louder than I think I ever have involuntarily. He kneads his fingers into my ass-cheeks and a continuous string of moans and screeches echo through the bathroom as I receive the best head of my life.

“Holy shit, Haz. Oh my fucking hell. I’m gonna- I’m coming. Are you sure you wanna- oh god, so close!”

Harry doesn’t respond other than to take me back farther in his mouth, pulling my hips forward his his hands and gagging as I hit the back. I try to pull back, wanting to ensure that he’s okay, but he holds me there, swallowing over and over until I can’t hold back any longer. I blink and my eyesight whites out, stars and lines replacing all vision. I rely on Harry and the wall to hold me up while I lose all grip on reality.
It takes me a few minutes to come back, but when I do, Harry is holding me in his arms, our chests pressed close together as he strokes my hair.

“Are you okay, Louis?”

I chuckle and kiss his chest, hugging him tightly.

“Am I okay? I’m so much better than okay that I don’t think there’s a word for it.”

He giggles and pushes me closer to the water.

“C’mon, let’s clean up and get some sleep. I’m totally wiped out.”

Words aren’t really available for me at the moment, so I simply nod and help him as we wash our hair and bodies, preparing ourselves for what I assume will be the best night’s sleep ever.


ZAYN’S P.O.V.

My phone wakes me up at eight o’clock and for a moment, I’m afraid that it’s my alarm, but then I remember that it’s a Sunday. The caller-ID tells me that it’s Louis and my heart races a bit. My mind flashes back to the people Emma mentioned hanging out with. Abby. One of them was definitely Abby. I doubt he’ll ask about her, but better safe than sorry.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Zayn! Sorry, I probably woke you, didn’t I?”

He’s way to chipper for this early on a Sunday.

“Well, seeing as it’s eight on a Sunday, yeah mate, you did. Why the fuck are you awake?”

I hear mumbling in the background and Louis clears his throat.

“Oh, no reason. Just slept really well last night, I guess.”

Uh-huh.

“I was-uh, calling to see if you knew whether Emma was at my place or not.”

My body tenses and starts to heat up. I swallow hard and take a deep breath.

“Uh, why are you asking me and not her?”

Louis stumbles over his words and finally tells me a bit of the truth.

“I’m- uh, with someone. And, I don’t want to bring them around if she’s home, ya know?”

I scoff and lay back on the couch, feeling some relief.

“Yeah, yeah mate. Um- she said something about staying with Abby? That’s where I’m meant to get her before school tomorrow.”

Louis is silent for a moment and I’m terrified that I said the wrong name. Shit, was it Annie?

“Abby, oh okay. Yeah, she mentioned her. Alright, so she won’t be home today?”

I breathe a sigh of relief and calm down again.

“No, man. You should be safe.”

“Whew, thanks Z. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

I’m close to leaving it at that, but now I’m curious.

“Hold up; when do I get to meet the new lass?”

“Oh- uh, I don’t know. We’ll see. Gotta go, bye!”

And the call ends. Just like that.

Louis fucking Tomlinson; what are you hiding?

Like I have room to talk.

What the fuck do I mean? I haven’t done anything with Emma.

But, she’s still the only thing I think about.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and stand up, tossing the blankets aside that didn’t already fall off the couch while I was sleeping. It’s
really not comfortable to sleep on the couch, but it’s a much better idea than sleeping in the same bed as Emma. There’s no way that’d end well. Of course, that’s assuming that she even thinks of me that way.

A large part of me hopes that she doesn’t.

But, still, a small, very powerful part of me hopes that she does.

And there I go thinking about her again. I hit myself lightly on the forehead and start to pace my living room in my boxers.

This girl is driving me crazy and I don’t see it getting any better.

I walk down the hallway to my room to get some clothes. I need to take a shower, but I don’t feel safe being naked in the same room as her, even if there is a door between us. I don’t trust myself around her.

I open the door slowly and the light peeks through, shining right onto her limp body. She’s only wearing the tank top now, her shorts kicked to the edge of the bed, my blankets bunched up on the side she isn’t laying on. She’s laying on her stomach, her ass in the air in a some-what modest pair of panties.

“Fuck-“

I catch my jaw gaping and mutter under my breath as I back out of my room, no clothes in my hand.

When the door is quietly shut behind me, I lean back against the wall next to my room and drown in self-anguish.

I honestly can’t believe I even got out of that room without being a complete idiot. I was so close to waltzing over to my bed and climbing in next to her, pulling her body close to mine and feeling every inch of her exposed skin. Maybe even more. That’s it; it’s settled.

After this weekend, she simply cannot stay here again.

Notes

Well, I'm so tired right now that I can't believe I finished this tonight... But, I felt like I had waited to long to update as it was so HERE YA GO <3 Sorry if there are lots of errors and shit... I'm hardly keeping my eyes open. I'll try to edit tomorrow or something.

OKAY, so what do you think? About Larry and Zemma? I know that there are some mixed reviews on Zemma as a whole. Do you think Zayn is making the right decision by trying to stay away from her? Will it work? (Don't act like y'all are so logical all the time. :P I sure as hell ain't)

Also, thank you for always being patient with me; I've just had the worst month ever so I've been slow. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll update ASAP! xx