You say you're a good girl
But I know you would girl

Lara defiantly stared at Harry for a moment and without hesitation twisted around to face Louis. His lips were parted as though he were about to say something and Lara heard herself growl.

“Just shut up for once.” She leaned forward, her lips brushing over his bottom lip which promptly closed, their mouths now meshed together in a kiss. She could feel Louis’ hands grip her arms as though he were holding her back, but his lips said otherwise when he allowed her tongue entry to his mouth.

Lara could taste the vodka on his tongue as she explored his mouth. She couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip as the kiss grew deeper and she was surprised when he bit her right back. The kiss soon became a fight for dominance and she could feel the grip on his arms grow tighter as he tried to get the upper hand. He held her still as he kissed her causing her to dangerously lean back in his lap. One hand let go of her arm and moved to her back pushing her forward and imprisoning her in his grasp.

Moments later Lara’s eyes flew open when she felt him grow hard beneath her. She looked to see his blue eyes were also open and fixed on something over her shoulder, presumably Harry. Lara pushed him away but it took a few seconds to completely disentangle herself from Louis’ tight grip. She twisted around to face Harry.

“Was that good enough for you?” Lara managed to say.

Harry’s stare burned into her as she scrambled off Louis’ lap and he proceeded to self-consciously adjust himself.

“Enjoy it, did you?” Harry mumbled. He looked hot and bothered and Lara couldn’t tell if he was upset or aroused. She gave a little shrug, her eyes not wavering from him, ignoring Sky and the now silent Louis beside her.

“Why don’t you fuck him then?” Harry challenged.

“Is that what you want?” Lara shot back, and his eyes lowered before he abruptly stood up. Sky eyed Louis and Lara uncomfortably before following Harry who had now left the room.

“Nice touch.” Lara said looking over at Louis. “Didn’t expect you to get that excited though.”

“Fuck you.” Louis said uncomfortably.

“You wish.”

“So I got hard.” Louis grumbled. “Doesn’t mean it was because of you.”

“I was the one kissing you.” Lara said secretly enjoying the fact that she was the one teasing him and not the other way around.

“I’m so wasted I can’t believe I managed to get it up.”

“I must have been good then.”

They sat there awkwardly for a few moments.

“What do you think they’re doing?” Lara finally asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Louis replied.

The answer came when Harry marched Sky out the front door. They could hear him mention calling for a taxi and they could only stare at each other quizzically. Before long he was back in the living room standing over Lara and Louis on the couch.

"Are you guys finished?” Harry asked with a thunderous look on his face. “I could leave you alone if you want?”

Lara’s tongue darted out to feel the spot where Louis had bitten her and she saw Harry’s eyes flicker down to her lips.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?”

Harry sounded so convinced that she found herself wondering if he was right. The alcohol buzz was still coursing through her body and she felt a sudden bout of dizziness as Harry’s arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her up to stand in front of him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath as his reddened eyes smouldered. His fingers reached up to touch her still swollen lips. Just his light touch was enough for Lara to feel the familiar ache take over her body.

“I think you both enjoyed that a little too much.” He continued, lightly pushing her onto the couch. He sat down beside her and turned to face her.

“Been spending time with him?” Harry asked as if Louis was not sitting beside her. “All this time you have been seeing him?”

“We’re just friends.” She heard herself saying.

“And what do you do with your friend?”

“Talk about you.” She said and she could hear Louis quietly laugh.

“She’s not as innocent as you told me.” Louis spoke up and a sense of panic overtook her.

Did Louis tell Harry about the drugs? Did he know? She looked at Harry for a sign that he knew, but all she saw was a smirk.

The panic faded as she watched as Harry’s lips tilted onto her neck, his tongue and teeth gently nipping and licking her. Lara felt Louis’ hand on the small of her back, lightly pressing on it. The sensation of his hand and Harry’s mouth sent her mind racing and she moved her neck to the side to allow Harry better access. His tongue swirled in little circles on her neck and she waited in anticipation, aching for more.

She could feel Louis’ hand travel to her thigh where it rested, his leg now pressing up against hers as he shifted closer to her.

Harry began to gently suck on her neck, taking the soft skin between his teeth and pulling at it. He smiled at the sharp intake of her breath as he increased the pressure, his nibbles soon turning into little bites that broke her skin. He soothed the pain with a swipe of his tongue before moving his lips to another spot on her neck and starting all over again. Lara couldn’t help but moan softly as he continued to pepper her skin with love bites.

Lara thought back to the first time this had ever happened to her. Harry had wanted to get under Julian’s skin by giving her a love bite and she had nervously agreed.

“Okay, okay. What do I have to do?” She had asked.

“Let me guess, nobody’s given you a love bite before either.”

She glared at him and he laughed.

“Can you stand up?”

“Is this going to hurt?” She had asked nervously.

“You’re so cute Lara. No, I’ll try and be as gentle as I can.” He had looked at her for a moment before grabbing a handful of her hair and holding it away from her neck.

The result had been a one small love bite that the paparazzi had great pleasure in capturing and sharing the photos with the world, much to her eternal embarrassment.

But these love bites were different. They were made roughly and indiscriminately and seemed to burn on her skin long after his lips had moved on.

Lara was so focussed on taking the pain that she barely noticed Louis’ hand squeeze her thigh and move between her legs. She instinctively pressed her legs together where the hand remained and it was not until his lips were pressed under her ear that she realised they were both kissing her.

“Fuck.” She muttered and Harry seemed to pause.

She felt his hand shoot out to cover Louis’ hand which still rested between her legs.

“The show’s over.” He mumbled. Lara opened her eyes to look into Louis’ glazed eyes as he lifted his head from her neck.

“I thought we…” He slurred.

“No.” Harry said firmly. “Not her.”

X

Lara woke up the next day to find herself lying across Harry’s bed. She looked at the full length mirror to the side of the bed and saw that she wore her bra and underwear and nothing else. Her exposed neck showcased dark red bites that seemed to trail endlessly across her skin. Lara let her finger lightly trace over them before pressing onto one until it hurt.

“Lara.” She heard Harry’s voice before she saw him and she couldn’t help but jump nervously.

“You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He stood in the doorway barefoot and dressed in only a pair of grey sweatpants.

“How are you feeling?”

“Head hurts.” Lara smiled shakily.

“Mine too.” Harry said. Lara’s head fell onto the pillow and she lay there only to feel Harry join her on the bed, his warm body pressed up against hers. Lara opened her mouth to speak when a sudden crashing sound outside the door caused her to jump yet again.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Probably Louis.” Harry replied.

"He's still here?"

“Yeah… I think he’s about to go. Eleanor has been calling him. Actually… someone’s been calling you non-stop too.”

Lara’s body tensed at the sound of his name. Despite her hangover Lara found herself sitting up.

“Who’s been calling me?” She asked nervously, suddenly remembering how she had left her handbag in the living room.


“Dunno.” Harry mumbled his face still buried in the bedspread.

She could hear her familiar ringtone again and looked up to see Louis saunter in carrying her bag. Lara’s eyes widened as she futilely grabbed the bedspread to pull it over her half naked body. Harry’s weight on it prevented her from fully covering herself so she covered herself with her hands, looking up at him shyly.

“Louis!” She cried and she could see his bleary eyes look at her with a trace of amusement before he rubbed them absentmindedly.

“Your phone’s been going off like crazy.” He told her holding out the handbag. When she did not make a move to take it, he shrugged and pulled out the phone.

“Louis, give it over!” Her voice now bordered on shrill and she could hear Harry groan in response.

“Why are you always so paranoid about your-“

Louis paused as his eyes flitted down to see the name flashing on her phone. Without a word he placed it into her outstretched hand. They exchanged a loaded look with Louis’ blue eyes regarding her curiously before Lara looked down at the phone with a growing sense of dread.

Ben

The name was still flashing and she instinctively pressed the Reject button.

“I’ll call back later.” She said in a small voice and did not even dare to look back up at Louis as she pulled the bedspread higher.

Notes

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