Untouchable Face {NEW- Larry Stylinson AU Fan Fiction}
Chapter 15
EMMA’S P.O.V.
I wake up sweating and breathing heavily. I know I was having a bad dream, but now it’s forgotten. It must have been scary because I kicked the covers off of me like I always do when I have nightmares. Zayn’s bedroom is really hot too and I must have pushed off my pajama shorts in my sleep. I only wore them because it was appropriate at his house. I normally just sleep in my underwear. I reach over for my phone on his bed-side table, finding only a text from my mum.
FROM: Mum
Hope you’re having a good weekend. I’m bored without you, but I know you need time with dear old dad. Love you sweetie.
I chuckle to myself, feeling slightly bad for lying about where I am... especially since mum is friends with Zayn too. It’s all kinds of awkward.
TO: Mum
Yeah, having a lazy day and some bonding time. Love you too. Go out and have fun for once.
I pull my shorts back on and tie my hair in a ponytail to get it off of my neck. I walk into Zayn’s bathroom and run cool water in the sink, splashing some on my face. I grab my toothbrush, which is sitting in a cup alongside Zayn’s, and brush my teeth. Once I feel a bit more refreshed, I pull the sheets on his bed up neatly, fixing the pillows so that it actually looks nicer than it did before I slept there.
I start to leave Zayn’s room, holding my phone in my hand. I can’t stop feeling bad about how I portrayed Harry the other day. I feel as if I should warn him or explain myself, but how do I know that I can trust him? I’ll have to figure something out, because I’m close to ruining a brand new friendship that could be advantageous. Not only is Harry a really nice guy, but he’s also a senior and has already introduced me to other seniors. I don’t want to start at a new school with the reputation of a backstabbing slut.
I stand in the doorway of Zayn’s room in order to send a quick message.
TO: Harry Styles
Hey, when can we hang out again? I had a lot of fun with you and your friends. :)
“Emma?”
I shut the door behind me and follow Zayn’s voice into the kitchen. He’s seated at the table in nothing but boxers and a blanket draped over his shoulders, with a book and a bowl of cereal in front of him.
“Morning.”
He clears his throat and finishes chewing his most recent mouthful of cereal.
“It’s actually afternoon.”
I shrug, chuckling at the way he looks like a little boy, curled up on the dining chair.
“What are you laughing at?”
I giggle again and walk into the kitchen, easily finding a mug and pouring a cup of coffee.
“Nothing, do you want coffee?”
He looks like he might grin, but quickly stops himself.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks, though.”
He goes back to skimming over the words in his book, but he looks too focused. As if he’s trying to seem focused.
“What are you reading?”
He lifts the book up to reveal the title without meeting my gaze.
“A Wrinkle In Time? Hmm... Is it good?”
I pour cream and sugar into my coffee and stir it around. Zayn scoffs and finally puts the book down, taking another bite of cereal.
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shrug and take a sip of the scalding liquid in my cup, hissing as it burns my tongue.
“It’s a classic. Like, how have you not read it? I actually feel the need to call up your parents and yell at them.”
I snicker at the way he talks with food in his mouth, so passionate about the subject at hand.
“Maybe I’ll get it from the library, then. I need a book for my English project.”
He folds the page where he left off and closes the book.
“Borrow mine. It’s like my twentieth time reading it anyway. I’ve got some work stuff to do. I thought we could just stay here today or
something. Do you have homework?”
I roll my eyes because, of course he’s going to make sure I do my homework. Even though he doesn’t give out homework, his co-workers
are quite fond of making my weekend miserable.
“Yeah, hell of a lot for the first week of class.”
He shrugs and continues to eat his cereal.
“Gotta do it! We can watch a movie before bed or summat if you get everything done.”
“Alright, daddy.”
I sit down at the table as Zayn begins to choke at my choice of words.
“Oh, shit. I didn’t- I meant you were like telling me to do my homework... Like a parent- Not like... I didn’t mean-”
He laughs and breathes heavily before clearing his throat.
“M’sorry. Just-uh- caught me off guard, I guess.”
And then there’s an awkward silence. I truly didn’t think to call him daddy in a sexual way. That’s not even a thing for me. Apparently, it is for him, though, and I am very intent on exploring this bit of information further.
Besides, I know now that he at least occasionally thinks of me in that way. The way I think of him all the time.
HARRY’S P.O.V.
“Hey, babe. Stop falling asleep. I’m so bored!”
That seems to be the words I keep waking up to. This time, though, Louis is straddling my lap and it’s a little more attention-grabbing than him just saying it.
“Okay, okay. I’m up.”
My eyes flicker open and he’s on top of the covers, wearing a pair of my sweats. They’re huge on him, but he didn’t have a change of his own clothes. In fact, I know he’s wearing underneath. His eyes shift down to where our bodies are met and he winks suggestively.
“Yeah, you are up.”
I chuckle and clear my throat so that it’s a little less raspy.
“Now, I’m a bit confused... Which one of us is the seventeen year old and which one is thirty?”
He smacks my chest playfully and leans over to press a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Don’t remind me, asshole.”
I laugh again and as he starts to sit up, I hook an arm around his waist and bring the other hand to his hair, pulling him back to me for a proper
kiss.
“It’s sexy.”
“What? That I’m an old man?”
He scoffs and tries to pull away again, but I hold him close and roll us both over, pinning him down to the mattress.
“You’re just sexy in general. Everything about you.”
I grind my hips down slowly and hover my lips over his. He grins to himself, trying to not let my words get to him too much. His breathing
falters momentarily as he wraps his arms around me.
“Well, you know what else is sexy?”
I smile and kiss his forehead.
“What’s that?”
He reaches his hand up and brushes a few messy curls out of my face, using the other to trail down my bare body, grabbing my ass firmly.
“The fact that you sleep naked.”
I moan dramatically and grind into him again.
“You like that, huh?”
He hums distantly, getting caught up in my actions rather than my words.
“You’re too beautiful-“ I harshly press my morning wood against his semi-hard cock, catching him off guard and momentarily interrupting his speech, “to wear clothes.”
I chuckle to myself as his eyes flutter shut and I remove my body from his. The sheets are strewn everywhere except for over us, but I push
them aside as I stand up, walking to the bathroom and leaving Louis astounded and alone in my bed. Right before I shut the bathroom door, I hear his high-pitched groaning from the other room.
“You’re a right twat! You’re gonna pay for that.”
That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.
I take a piss, which is extremely difficult when I’m still hard, but I finally relieve myself, rinse of my face, and brush my teeth. When I walk back into my room, Louis has one of my T-shirts on as well.
“I was hoping that I’d come back to find you in less clothing; Definitely not more.”
He scoffs and gathers the folded clothes that he wore the day before. Is he fucking leaving?
“Are you-“
“Chill out; I’m not leaving. I was going to bring you to my house for today. I need new clothes and I’m paranoid that someone’s just going to
show up here. S’that sound okay to you?”
I grin and open my top drawer to find fresh briefs.
“Yeah, I’d like that. Emma won’t be there, right?”
Louis rolls his eyes and sits on the edge of my bed as I get dressed.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck you in my kitchen with my daughter watching the telly right next to us.”
I know he’s being sarcastic and I must admit, it was a dumb question. I wiggle my eyebrows teasingly and shimmy my way into a tight pair of jeans.
“So, you’re gonna fuck me in your kitchen, eh?”
He scoffs as his eyes shift around; desperately trying not to land on me. I find a blue shirt and pull it on quickly, eager to get on with our day that’s starting to look promising. Louis twiddles his thumbs and stares at his lap.
“Well, maybe not like... Actually fuck, ya know? Fool around... What- Whatever you wanna call it.”
I try not to visibly frown, but I can’t hide that I’m disappointed.
“Hey, I didn’t mean... It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t think that either of us are exactly ready, yeah?”
I turn away from him and find some socks, trying to look busy; not sad.
“Yeah...”
I think I’m ready, though. I want him and I don’t see how that’s going to be any different as time passes.
When I turn around again, he’s standing behind me, his arms outstretched. I walk toward him and he pulls me into a close hug.
“Harry, I don’t want to rush this. Do you remember what I told you about Emma’s mom? How we had sex because we just wanted to like, get it out of the way?”
I nod my head and nuzzle into his neck. I feel embarrassed and thwarted, but I know he doesn’t mean for me to think of it that way.
“I don’t want us to be like that. Marcy and I are friends now and all, but I just- I guess what I mean is that, I want to make love before we fuck. Fucking will, at some point, be inevitable and I promise,” he twirls the ends of my hair in his fingers as his lips linger over my ear, “I promise, it’s going to be incredibly hot.”
He nibbles at my earlobe and I try to process what he’s saying without having a one-track, sexual approach. I pull away, attempting to put together some sort of response, but Louis gathers my hands in his, keeping austere eye contact.
“Harry, you’re young, alright? Maybe I let things escalate too quickly without considering all of this ahead of time. Maybe we shouldn’t have started fooling around and stuff already, but I do know that we shouldn’t jump ahead and actually have sex yet. Let’s take it slow and enjoy the whole process, okay babe?”
I nod my head with hooded eyes. I still feel a bit put-out by the whole conversation. I’m scared that I won’t be enough.
“Hey, tell me what you’re thinking.”
I meet his gaze again and clear my throat, deciding to be honest. I might as well, even if I sound stupid and naive.
“I can’t help but think that you’re going to get bored of me. I mean, you’re used to having sex like all the time- and you used to live with your girlfriend. I’m nervous- fuck, every time you touch me I’m scared I’ll do something wrong or be too awkward. I just- it’s all so new to me and I honestly don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I want to make you feel good, but more importantly I want to make you happy. Like, actually happy, Louis. The kind of happy that just keeps building and building. You know, when you’re so happy that you think, ‘god, it can’t get better than this’, and then the next day something incredible happens. I want you to feel like that and I want to be the reason. I hardly fucking know you and I know I’m just a kid to you, but if it’s possible, I want to fall in love. The right way. I do want to have sex with you, but I want more than that, too. If that means waiting, then we’ll wait.”
Louis smiles widely, squeezing my hands tightly and tugging them around his waist. His hands slide up my biceps and rest on my shoulders.
“It’s new to me, too, Harry. I know you think that since I’m older that I’m more experienced, but I’m honestly not. It’s all different to me. It’s like
I’m starting all over. I get nervous, too. I’m scared, too. But I’m also really fucking excited. The little that we’ve done together has been the most amazing part of my sex life thus far, so trust me, you’re on the right track.”
I grin shyly as he raises himself onto his toes to kiss my forehead.
“Don’t over think it, yeah? Let’s get to know each other and the rest will fall into place.”
I lean down slightly and press my lips feebly to his, savoring the soft grace with which he kisses.
“Alright, let’s head over to yours.”
He nods and caresses my cheek with one gentle hand before turning around to gather his things again. I sincerely hope that he doesn’t change his mind. I’m already way too invested in Louis Tomlinson for my own good.
I wake up sweating and breathing heavily. I know I was having a bad dream, but now it’s forgotten. It must have been scary because I kicked the covers off of me like I always do when I have nightmares. Zayn’s bedroom is really hot too and I must have pushed off my pajama shorts in my sleep. I only wore them because it was appropriate at his house. I normally just sleep in my underwear. I reach over for my phone on his bed-side table, finding only a text from my mum.
FROM: Mum
Hope you’re having a good weekend. I’m bored without you, but I know you need time with dear old dad. Love you sweetie.
I chuckle to myself, feeling slightly bad for lying about where I am... especially since mum is friends with Zayn too. It’s all kinds of awkward.
TO: Mum
Yeah, having a lazy day and some bonding time. Love you too. Go out and have fun for once.
I pull my shorts back on and tie my hair in a ponytail to get it off of my neck. I walk into Zayn’s bathroom and run cool water in the sink, splashing some on my face. I grab my toothbrush, which is sitting in a cup alongside Zayn’s, and brush my teeth. Once I feel a bit more refreshed, I pull the sheets on his bed up neatly, fixing the pillows so that it actually looks nicer than it did before I slept there.
I start to leave Zayn’s room, holding my phone in my hand. I can’t stop feeling bad about how I portrayed Harry the other day. I feel as if I should warn him or explain myself, but how do I know that I can trust him? I’ll have to figure something out, because I’m close to ruining a brand new friendship that could be advantageous. Not only is Harry a really nice guy, but he’s also a senior and has already introduced me to other seniors. I don’t want to start at a new school with the reputation of a backstabbing slut.
I stand in the doorway of Zayn’s room in order to send a quick message.
TO: Harry Styles
Hey, when can we hang out again? I had a lot of fun with you and your friends. :)
“Emma?”
I shut the door behind me and follow Zayn’s voice into the kitchen. He’s seated at the table in nothing but boxers and a blanket draped over his shoulders, with a book and a bowl of cereal in front of him.
“Morning.”
He clears his throat and finishes chewing his most recent mouthful of cereal.
“It’s actually afternoon.”
I shrug, chuckling at the way he looks like a little boy, curled up on the dining chair.
“What are you laughing at?”
I giggle again and walk into the kitchen, easily finding a mug and pouring a cup of coffee.
“Nothing, do you want coffee?”
He looks like he might grin, but quickly stops himself.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks, though.”
He goes back to skimming over the words in his book, but he looks too focused. As if he’s trying to seem focused.
“What are you reading?”
He lifts the book up to reveal the title without meeting my gaze.
“A Wrinkle In Time? Hmm... Is it good?”
I pour cream and sugar into my coffee and stir it around. Zayn scoffs and finally puts the book down, taking another bite of cereal.
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shrug and take a sip of the scalding liquid in my cup, hissing as it burns my tongue.
“It’s a classic. Like, how have you not read it? I actually feel the need to call up your parents and yell at them.”
I snicker at the way he talks with food in his mouth, so passionate about the subject at hand.
“Maybe I’ll get it from the library, then. I need a book for my English project.”
He folds the page where he left off and closes the book.
“Borrow mine. It’s like my twentieth time reading it anyway. I’ve got some work stuff to do. I thought we could just stay here today or
something. Do you have homework?”
I roll my eyes because, of course he’s going to make sure I do my homework. Even though he doesn’t give out homework, his co-workers
are quite fond of making my weekend miserable.
“Yeah, hell of a lot for the first week of class.”
He shrugs and continues to eat his cereal.
“Gotta do it! We can watch a movie before bed or summat if you get everything done.”
“Alright, daddy.”
I sit down at the table as Zayn begins to choke at my choice of words.
“Oh, shit. I didn’t- I meant you were like telling me to do my homework... Like a parent- Not like... I didn’t mean-”
He laughs and breathes heavily before clearing his throat.
“M’sorry. Just-uh- caught me off guard, I guess.”
And then there’s an awkward silence. I truly didn’t think to call him daddy in a sexual way. That’s not even a thing for me. Apparently, it is for him, though, and I am very intent on exploring this bit of information further.
Besides, I know now that he at least occasionally thinks of me in that way. The way I think of him all the time.
HARRY’S P.O.V.
“Hey, babe. Stop falling asleep. I’m so bored!”
That seems to be the words I keep waking up to. This time, though, Louis is straddling my lap and it’s a little more attention-grabbing than him just saying it.
“Okay, okay. I’m up.”
My eyes flicker open and he’s on top of the covers, wearing a pair of my sweats. They’re huge on him, but he didn’t have a change of his own clothes. In fact, I know he’s wearing underneath. His eyes shift down to where our bodies are met and he winks suggestively.
“Yeah, you are up.”
I chuckle and clear my throat so that it’s a little less raspy.
“Now, I’m a bit confused... Which one of us is the seventeen year old and which one is thirty?”
He smacks my chest playfully and leans over to press a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Don’t remind me, asshole.”
I laugh again and as he starts to sit up, I hook an arm around his waist and bring the other hand to his hair, pulling him back to me for a proper
kiss.
“It’s sexy.”
“What? That I’m an old man?”
He scoffs and tries to pull away again, but I hold him close and roll us both over, pinning him down to the mattress.
“You’re just sexy in general. Everything about you.”
I grind my hips down slowly and hover my lips over his. He grins to himself, trying to not let my words get to him too much. His breathing
falters momentarily as he wraps his arms around me.
“Well, you know what else is sexy?”
I smile and kiss his forehead.
“What’s that?”
He reaches his hand up and brushes a few messy curls out of my face, using the other to trail down my bare body, grabbing my ass firmly.
“The fact that you sleep naked.”
I moan dramatically and grind into him again.
“You like that, huh?”
He hums distantly, getting caught up in my actions rather than my words.
“You’re too beautiful-“ I harshly press my morning wood against his semi-hard cock, catching him off guard and momentarily interrupting his speech, “to wear clothes.”
I chuckle to myself as his eyes flutter shut and I remove my body from his. The sheets are strewn everywhere except for over us, but I push
them aside as I stand up, walking to the bathroom and leaving Louis astounded and alone in my bed. Right before I shut the bathroom door, I hear his high-pitched groaning from the other room.
“You’re a right twat! You’re gonna pay for that.”
That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.
I take a piss, which is extremely difficult when I’m still hard, but I finally relieve myself, rinse of my face, and brush my teeth. When I walk back into my room, Louis has one of my T-shirts on as well.
“I was hoping that I’d come back to find you in less clothing; Definitely not more.”
He scoffs and gathers the folded clothes that he wore the day before. Is he fucking leaving?
“Are you-“
“Chill out; I’m not leaving. I was going to bring you to my house for today. I need new clothes and I’m paranoid that someone’s just going to
show up here. S’that sound okay to you?”
I grin and open my top drawer to find fresh briefs.
“Yeah, I’d like that. Emma won’t be there, right?”
Louis rolls his eyes and sits on the edge of my bed as I get dressed.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck you in my kitchen with my daughter watching the telly right next to us.”
I know he’s being sarcastic and I must admit, it was a dumb question. I wiggle my eyebrows teasingly and shimmy my way into a tight pair of jeans.
“So, you’re gonna fuck me in your kitchen, eh?”
He scoffs as his eyes shift around; desperately trying not to land on me. I find a blue shirt and pull it on quickly, eager to get on with our day that’s starting to look promising. Louis twiddles his thumbs and stares at his lap.
“Well, maybe not like... Actually fuck, ya know? Fool around... What- Whatever you wanna call it.”
I try not to visibly frown, but I can’t hide that I’m disappointed.
“Hey, I didn’t mean... It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t think that either of us are exactly ready, yeah?”
I turn away from him and find some socks, trying to look busy; not sad.
“Yeah...”
I think I’m ready, though. I want him and I don’t see how that’s going to be any different as time passes.
When I turn around again, he’s standing behind me, his arms outstretched. I walk toward him and he pulls me into a close hug.
“Harry, I don’t want to rush this. Do you remember what I told you about Emma’s mom? How we had sex because we just wanted to like, get it out of the way?”
I nod my head and nuzzle into his neck. I feel embarrassed and thwarted, but I know he doesn’t mean for me to think of it that way.
“I don’t want us to be like that. Marcy and I are friends now and all, but I just- I guess what I mean is that, I want to make love before we fuck. Fucking will, at some point, be inevitable and I promise,” he twirls the ends of my hair in his fingers as his lips linger over my ear, “I promise, it’s going to be incredibly hot.”
He nibbles at my earlobe and I try to process what he’s saying without having a one-track, sexual approach. I pull away, attempting to put together some sort of response, but Louis gathers my hands in his, keeping austere eye contact.
“Harry, you’re young, alright? Maybe I let things escalate too quickly without considering all of this ahead of time. Maybe we shouldn’t have started fooling around and stuff already, but I do know that we shouldn’t jump ahead and actually have sex yet. Let’s take it slow and enjoy the whole process, okay babe?”
I nod my head with hooded eyes. I still feel a bit put-out by the whole conversation. I’m scared that I won’t be enough.
“Hey, tell me what you’re thinking.”
I meet his gaze again and clear my throat, deciding to be honest. I might as well, even if I sound stupid and naive.
“I can’t help but think that you’re going to get bored of me. I mean, you’re used to having sex like all the time- and you used to live with your girlfriend. I’m nervous- fuck, every time you touch me I’m scared I’ll do something wrong or be too awkward. I just- it’s all so new to me and I honestly don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I want to make you feel good, but more importantly I want to make you happy. Like, actually happy, Louis. The kind of happy that just keeps building and building. You know, when you’re so happy that you think, ‘god, it can’t get better than this’, and then the next day something incredible happens. I want you to feel like that and I want to be the reason. I hardly fucking know you and I know I’m just a kid to you, but if it’s possible, I want to fall in love. The right way. I do want to have sex with you, but I want more than that, too. If that means waiting, then we’ll wait.”
Louis smiles widely, squeezing my hands tightly and tugging them around his waist. His hands slide up my biceps and rest on my shoulders.
“It’s new to me, too, Harry. I know you think that since I’m older that I’m more experienced, but I’m honestly not. It’s all different to me. It’s like
I’m starting all over. I get nervous, too. I’m scared, too. But I’m also really fucking excited. The little that we’ve done together has been the most amazing part of my sex life thus far, so trust me, you’re on the right track.”
I grin shyly as he raises himself onto his toes to kiss my forehead.
“Don’t over think it, yeah? Let’s get to know each other and the rest will fall into place.”
I lean down slightly and press my lips feebly to his, savoring the soft grace with which he kisses.
“Alright, let’s head over to yours.”
He nods and caresses my cheek with one gentle hand before turning around to gather his things again. I sincerely hope that he doesn’t change his mind. I’m already way too invested in Louis Tomlinson for my own good.
Notes
HelloooooSo, don't kill me for taking forever. I've been so crazy busy and just.... crazy haha. but I'm hoping things will settle down soon. Just please bear with me!!! I love you all and appreciate your constant comments <3 Don't stop!!!
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oh, so um the ad for That Moment... anyone else confused and totally even more head over heels for these boys? I don't get it.... lol LIKE HOLY SHIT LOUIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I JUST MIGHT CRY.
If you're confused, here is the link for the video to which I am referring:
http://onedirection.edenparfums.com/
Pls update this story is AMAZING
12/26/15