The Boy Who Sneaks In My Bedroom Window
Chapter 4
After dinner, Liam and Louis went out and bought some drink for the party from a friend of theirs. With the house empty, I took the opportunity and had a nice long bath making myself feel relaxed and refreshed. The thought of another party hung over my head like a grey thundercloud. They never got too wild or anything like that, but they would last until two or three in the morning. On top of the lack of sleep, there would always be a huge mess to clean up in the morning, both inside and out.
When the boys came back from their illegal, underage booze buying trip and started clattering around downstairs, I climbed out of the bath, knowing my peace was over. I sighed and wrapped myself in a towel. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I walked straight into a hard body. I squealed as I stumbled. Louis’s hands shot out, gripping my waist and steadying me. I scowled up at him, clutching the towel tighter around my body as I tried to calm my shocked heart.
“Wow, I like the outfit,” he teased, looking me up and down, slowly.
I huffed and slapped his hands away, storming off to my bedroom, silently wishing I’d just chosen to have a shower in my en-suite rather than a bath in the family bathroom. I growled in frustration and slammed the door closed behind me, leaning against it. As soon as the door closed, he knocked. “What, Louis?” I snapped.
The door handle rattled, so I pressed against the door harder so he couldn’t open it. “Angel, open the door please.”
“Louis, will you just go away? Seriously, I’m not dressed!” I frowned and stomped my foot, then immediately blushed and thanked my lucky stars that he was outside the door so he hadn’t seen that.
“Please?” he begged.
I sighed, defeated. I hated it when he used that voice on me. That was his nighttime voice and the one that I had trouble saying no to. I wrenched the door open, and he smirked at me as he casually strutted into my room. “Well, what do you want?” I asked nastily. I stepped to my drawers and found my favourite T-shirt of Louis’s that I’d found in the wash. I pulled it on, being careful to keep the towel wrapped tightly around me too.
“Hey, I was wondering where that shirt went,” he said, nodding at my body.
I gasped, immediately thinking he was going to ask for it back. This was my favourite shirt. I put it on whenever I felt like just lounging around the house. It was the most comfortable thing I ever wore. “You’re not getting it back, I love this shirt,” I stated, waving my hand in a dismissive gesture.
He grinned and let his gaze drop to my legs. “Fair enough. It looks better on you than it does me anyway.”
I sighed in exasperation. Why does he have to be such a flirt? “Seriously, what do you want?” I repeated, walking over to the door and putting my hand on the handle, ready to kick him out if he made any more flirty comments.
He shrugged, dropping an overnight bag onto the bed. “I just wanted to drop off my stuff. A change of clothes and things for tomorrow seeing as I’ll be here tonight.”
“And you couldn’t just pass it to me instead of coming in here?” I asked angrily. Why did he have to make everything so difficult?
“I could have done, but then I would have missed the pleasure of seeing your hot ass in my T-shirt. It’s seriously sexy when a girl wears her man’s clothes,” he replied, letting his eyes wander down my body again.
I wrenched the door open and glared at him. “You’re not my man, so get the hell out!” I hissed.
“Whatever you say, Angel.” He chuckled and sauntered past me without another word.
Once alone again, I dried my hair off, straightened it and applied a tiny amount of make-up. I slipped on some midnight blue, lacy underwear, and then stood there looking through my closet. I didn’t want to go for too many layers tonight. Parties at our house were always incredibly hot. Liam and Louis invited practically the whole school and everyone crammed in, making everyone sweaty and uncomfortable. A pair of black shorts caught my eye and I smiled as I pulled them out, deciding to pair them with a dark blue tank top. After pulling them on and completing the outfit with a long silver necklace and some strappy silver sandals, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had to admit, I was actually happy with my look for once. I had a nice figure, not too skinny, but curvy in the right places. I took after my mother, so I had long legs and curvy hips so the shorts accentuated that. I smiled. I wasn’t the most attractive girl around, like everyone else, I had my insecurities and things I would change about myself, but for once I didn’t feel the need to hide in jeans.
I knew that Liam wouldn’t like my outfit though. It probably showed too much skin for his liking, even though I was entirely covered and compared to the girls he and Louis were used to hanging around with, I looked like a nun. I briefly considered changing before deciding against it. It was hot. Besides, no one would pay any attention to me, they never did.
I sat on my bed, reading for an hour until I knew that the party would be in fully swing. That way Liam wouldn’t be able to tell me to go change in front of everyone and embarrass me. As I inched out of my room and made my way down the hall, I saw Liam in the kitchen. He was talking animatedly with a couple of friends. As I stepped into the lounge, he noticed me. His eyes narrowed and he gave a small shake of the head, mouthing the word ‘change’ to me. I smiled sweetly and shrugged, stepping amongst a group of partygoers hoping to get lost in the crowd.
Sean, one of my friends, was standing on his own, holding three cups of drink and looking a little bored. “Hey, Sean,” I chirped, stepping to his side.
His eyebrows shot up as his mouth popped open in shock. “Amber? You do realise you’re showing your legs…” he joked.
I chuckled and clicked the heels of my shoes together looking down at my semi exposed legs. “Yeah, decided to wear something other than jeans for a change,” I answered. “Where’s Kate and Sarah? And why do you have three drinks?” I asked, nodding at his full hands.
“They’re trying for your brother,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the kitchen. “Which is also the reason why I’m holding their drinks.” He chuckled.
I turned and looked into the kitchen, seeing Kate and Sarah both giggling uncontrollably at something that Liam had said. Kate had her hand on his arm, and Sarah was pressed against his side. Liam looked completely uninterested, but he was clearly enjoying the attention, the same as always. He was used to the two of them hanging on his every word after all these years. Whenever they came to my house they would flirt with him shamelessly, and he would walk around topless, chuckling at their lustful expressions. It was just a game that would never go anywhere.
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Sean. “No Terri tonight?” I asked, scanning the room for her.
Arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, pulling me back against a hard body. I let out a little squeal before the person spoke and I realised it was Louis. “You look incredible, but I definitely preferred the towel,” he whispered seductively in my ear. His hot breath tickled down my neck, making me shiver. I could smell the subtle tang of beer on his breath, but he never got drunk, Liam did, but Louis always seemed to remain the one in control in case things got out of hand.
“Get bent,” I growled, shrugging him off and turning to walk away to the kitchen. I still hadn’t even had a drink.
“Hey, Angel, wait for me!” Louis called, grabbing my hand as I continued to weave through the crowd of people making out and grinding against each other.
When I got to the kitchen I was greeted by the sight of a girl stretched out across my kitchen counter, and two boys doing shots off of her body. I recognised the girl easily by her red hair and lack of clothing. Jessica.
She let out an excited screech as we walked in. “Lou! Come on, baby, do a body shot,” she enthused.
Louis’s hand tightened on mine as he looked down at me with the puppy dog, begging eyes. I chuckled wickedly because he was clearly asking for help so he wouldn’t have to talk to her. I didn’t blame him really; she did stalk him of sorts. I gave him a little push towards her and grinned smugly. “Go on, Lou, give the girl what she wants, you know you want to do a body shot,” I teased.
For a second he truly looked horrified as Jessica nodded enthusiastically and held out a bottle of tequila towards him. But then he regained his composure and took hold of my hips, hoisting me quickly, setting me onto the counter. I gasped as he stepped between my legs, putting his face inches from mine.
“Actually, I do want to do one. Lie down for me then, Angel.” He grinned wickedly, but his eyes were playful, so I knew he was only fooling around.
“Louis Tomlinson, get your filthy, man-whore hands off of me, now!” I stated, shaking my head. He chuckled and shook his head before stepping back and pulling me down from the counter, setting me on my feet again.
I turned my back on him and picked up an empty plastic cup. Looking around the drinks table I decided that I would have my first taste of alcohol tonight. I picked up a bottle of vodka and half-filled the cup before adding a generous glug of orange juice to it. I had no idea what to expect really, but tonight I just needed a drink for a change. I was tired of always being the timid, broken girl because of what happened to me. Tonight I was going to have a drink, let loose and maybe I’d even enjoy the party for a change.
In another cup, I poured a shot of vodka, raising it to my lips and holding my breath. As I sloshed it back into my mouth and swallowed quickly, I gagged and felt it burn all the way down the back of my throat. My eyes watered as an involuntary shudder shook my body.
Louis stepped forward, taking the bottle of vodka from my hand and shaking his head in disapproval. “Angel, take it easy there, alright?” He frowned at my drink.
I sniffed and raised my chin. “No way. I’m getting wasted tonight, and there is no way I’m tidying up tomorrow.” I patted his chest as I walked back to my friends, still feeling the burn of alcohol in the back of my throat.
After a couple of hours I was pretty drunk. I danced unsteadily trying not to bump people by accident. Louis was talking to some of his team mates not too far away, and kept glancing at me. He’d been following me around all night, frowning every time I made another drink for myself.
“Seriously, Louis is checking you out!” Kate squealed in my ear for the fifth time.
“He is not! Don’t be so stupid, Kate, he’s probably just making sure I don’t throw up. He’s tidying up tomorrow.” I finished my drink and dropped my paper cup onto the floor carelessly. I smiled triumphantly because that would be something else for him to clean tomorrow. Payback! “I’m going to get another drink,” I shouted over the music.
As I was weaving through the lounge again, the song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ – Louis’s favourite song. Someone grabbed my hand, squeezing gently, and I looked back to see Lou smiling. It was again one of his nice smiles, the real ones. A smile crept onto my lips too in return. “Dance with me, Angel.” Before I could agree or protest, his arms looped around my waist and he pulled me flush against him.
I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Louis; I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck. He smelled phenomenal, and I wondered what he would taste like if I licked him. Wait, did I just think about licking Lou like he was a Popsicle or something? I burst out laughing at my own idiocy. Louis pulled back and raised one eyebrow in question, which just made it funnier somehow. He rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement as he pressed his body back to mine. The song wasn’t really a slow song so we were swaying quite fast and half grinding against each other. I loved dancing, and he was really good at it, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.
I could feel him getting aroused, but this didn’t bother me. Louis had been pressing his erections on me since I was twelve and he was fourteen. He woke with one every day and most of the time fell asleep with one too. Of course, it was weird the first time it happened and thoroughly freaked me out. He had gone home that morning, so embarrassed that he’d almost cried, he’d spoken to his dad about it and then came back the next night and explained that it was normal for boys to have it happen because he was growing and it was all to do with hormones. I didn’t know whether it was true or not, but I didn’t have any reason to doubt him. It was embarrassing for us both for a month or so, then it was a joke for a while, and now we just ignored it altogether. He pulled back to look at me and gave me one of his nice smiles and my mouth pulled up into a smile in return. He actually looked really cute when he smiled like that. Hmm, funny how I’ve only just noticed how cute his smile is yet I’ve known him forever, I mused.
Liam came out of nowhere. “Dude, what the fuck? That’s my little sister!” he shouted at Louis, grabbing his shoulder and jerking him away from me roughly.
Louis shook his head in frustration, shoving Liam’s hand off of his shoulder. “Liam, seriously I’m just dancing with her! That’s her song!” Louis retorted.
“Louis, you need to stay away from my sister. She’s only sixteen for fuck sake, and you know what she’s been through. She doesn’t need guys like you chasing her around!” Liam shouted back, stepping forwards and getting in Louis’s face. I could tell he was drunk by the slight touch of red to his ears, they were always the giveaway.
“I would never hurt her!” Louis growled, their chests almost touching.
“I don’t give a shit what you say. You stay away,” Liam growled menacingly.
I shrugged and shook my head. I decided to resume my earlier plan and get another drink. I didn’t need to witness their fight; I knew they’d make up in a couple of minutes anyway, they always did. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I walked smack into a guy I didn’t know. He was maybe a little older than me, probably Liam’s age. Black, shaggy hair flicked across his forehead almost covering one of his brown eyes. He smiled as he reached out, steadying me as I swayed backwards. I immediately flinched because he was touching me, but the drink had numbed some of my worry and nervousness so I managed not to have a panic attack and slap his hands off of me.
“Well hello,” he greeted, grinning.
“Hi.” I smiled; he hadn’t taken his hands from my waist so I took a step back to get some personal space.
“I’m Trent.” I noticed that when he smiled he had really cute little dimples.
“Amber,” I replied, not looking away from his face. I didn’t recognise him from school. “You go to Penn State?” I asked, curious as to why I didn’t know him if he was at the party.
He shook his head and smiled. “No. I’m actually just here to pick up my little sister, but I can’t find her.”
“Oh yeah? Who’s your sister?” I questioned, cocking my head to the side regarding him curiously. I definitely hadn’t seen him before.
“Jessica Sanders,” he answered. I couldn’t help my body’s natural reaction; I turned my nose up and made a distasteful sound in the back of my throat. He chuckled. “Not a big fan of her, huh?” he asked.
My eyes widened at my own stupidity. “Oh… er… sorry,” I mumbled, looking at him apologetically and blushing like crazy.
“Don’t worry about it; I know she can be a pain in the ass.”
I swallowed. Pain in the ass doesn’t quite cover Jessica! “So, do you want me to help you find her?” I offered, peering into the kitchen.
“Nah, she’ll turn up. How about we get a drink instead?” he suggested, nodding towards the drinks counter.
Drink! Now that’s a good plan! “Yeah OK, sure.” I smiled as he grabbed two cups and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
The Jack Daniels was even worse than the neat vodka that I’d drunk. My throat felt like it was on fire and I could only manage to choke down one shot. I was extremely intoxicated by that point, so I leant against him heavily as we chatted and laughed about random stuff that didn’t even make sense to me. Suddenly, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and pressed his body against mine as he smiled seductively at me.
The familiar panic started immediately as my heart increased. His head was inching towards mine. My mouth went dry as my eyes widened in horror. Holy crap, he’s going to kiss me! Do I want that? What if he puts his hands on me or something? My mind was spinning through the thoughts so fast that I couldn’t even keep up with them all. When his breath blew across my lips, I gasped and pulled my head back sharply, yelping as the back of my head connected with the cupboard behind me. My eyes watered as my body started to shake. Trent frowned, seeming a little bemused before he closed the distance and pressed his lips to mine.
I whimpered and put my arms between us, pushing him away. But he didn’t move. Instead, his hand went to the back of my head, holding it still as his tongue touched my lip. I clamped my mouth shut tightly and shoved with all of my might but he still didn’t budge an inch. The panic attack took over completely as that horrifying out of control, being forced into something I didn’t want, feeling came rushing back to me again. My skin crawled as the feeling of being dirty and soiled made me so ashamed of myself that I wanted to jump in the shower and scrub myself clean. After my father had left it had taken me a long time not to feel disgusting and dirty, and with one kiss this boy had just brought that all back to me in an instant.
Suddenly he was gone. Through tear filled eyes, I saw Louis pinning the guy against the wall. His arm was across the guy’s throat as he shouted in his face. “You don’t fucking touch her! What, you think you can just waltz in here and kiss her even though she plainly didn’t want it?” Louis spat.
I started to feel sick, literally started to feel sick. I pushed away from the counter and staggered to my bedroom and the en-suite just beyond. I barely made it to the toilet before I threw up what felt like several litres of vodka. I groaned, holding my stomach as I flushed before moving to sit back on the floor with my eyes closed.
A hand touched my back, rubbing softly. I didn’t freak out though; I already knew it was Louis because of his cologne. “You alright?” he asked, his voice sympathetic. But I couldn’t answer; I just leant over the toilet and threw up another bottle of vodka. While I was sick, Louis rubbed my back in small circles as he held my hair out of the way for me. After a few minutes of dry heaving because there was nothing left to come out, I felt a lot better. “You want to go to bed?” Louis asked.
I nodded and swiped at my eyes with the back of my hand. Clearly my first drinking experience had been a disaster. “Yeah, I just want to brush my teeth.” I struggled to get up off of the bathroom floor, but I was so uncoordinated that it didn’t work out too well. Louis smiled and bent down, slipping his arms under me and picking me up easily. He sat me on the unit next to the sink, grabbed my toothbrush and put on the toothpaste for me. I smiled weakly and brushed my teeth, making sure all of the alcohol taste was gone.
“Bed?” he offered, when I was done. I nodded, and he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to my bedroom. He had pulled back the covers and was just about to put me in when I remembered I was still in my party clothes.
“Wait! I don’t want to go to bed like this,” I mumbled, looking down at my shorts and tank top, I still had my jewellery and shoes on too.
He nodded and set me down on my feet, but I could barely stand and I felt myself sway as my legs threatened to give out on me. Louis wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me up as he pulled my necklaces off for me. I got hold of the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, but managed to get tangled in the process. I giggled, closing my eyes as I wriggled, trying to get free. Louis sighed and gave me a little push causing me to fall back onto the bed. I squeaked, still giggling as he untangled my hair from my clothes and pulled it off for me. When I looked up at him, I saw an amused smile plastered on his face.
I grinned and flopped onto my back, unbuttoning my shorts, raising my hips and starting to push them down. Louis took hold of them, pulling them the rest of the way off after I’d shimmied them down to my thighs. I didn’t really feel self-conscious as I pushed my foot into his chest. “Take my shoes off for me?” I whined, pouting.
He laughed and took hold of my ankle, sliding one shoe off and then the other. “Nice,” he muttered. His eyes roamed my body slowly as his trademark smirk covered his face. But I didn’t care. I just laid there, giggling until my stomach lurched again.
I gasped, covering my mouth quickly as I tried to sit up. Quick as lightning, he picked me up again and carried me back to the bathroom, holding my hair again and rubbing my back while I emptied my stomach for the umpteenth time.
After I had brushed my teeth again, Louis slipped off his T-shirt and pulled it over my head. “There’s another one to add to your T-shirt collection,” he said, smiling easily. His arm wrapped around me as he helped me stagger back to the bed and climb in. He smiled and walked off towards the door. I thought he was going to leave and go back to the party, but he didn’t, he just locked the door and slipped off his jeans, climbing into the bed next to me. Louis’s arms encircled me as he pulled me against his chest.
I smiled and closed my eyes. The music and laughter was still coming from the lounge and reminded me of what had just happened. Someone had just kissed me. My chin wobbled as my insides squirmed and the tears finally started.
“What’s wrong, Angel?” Louis cooed, stroking the side of my face softly.
“That jerk stole my first proper kiss!” I wailed. Unexpectedly, Louis burst out laughing. I frowned, shaking my head angrily. “It’s not funny! A girl’s first kiss is important to her. Just because you’re some kind of super slut who doesn’t care, and probably doesn’t remember his first kiss, doesn’t mean that the little things aren’t important!” I slapped his angrily.
“Angel, calm down. He didn’t steal your first kiss,” he said sternly, looking right into my eyes. Like it always did when Louis looked at me like that, my body seemed to take on that weightless, I can do anything, feeling.
“What are you talking about? He did! He just kissed me and stole it,” I croaked, a tear falling from my eye. He wiped it away with his thumb and shook his head.
“Yes, he did just kiss you. But that wasn’t your first kiss. I had that a long time ago,” he explained. One side of his mouth pulled up into a small smile as pushed my hair back over my shoulder.
I recoiled, frowning, trying to think back.
He nodded, his expression confident. “You don’t remember when I hurt myself falling out of the tree in my front yard? I was thirteen and my freaking leg hurt so badly, and you asked what you could do to make the pain go away.” He closed his eyes and shook his head at the memory, with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I gasped as it all came rushing back to me. He had hurt his leg and he’d asked me to kiss him to take his mind off of it. I’d kissed him twice actually because he’d told me after the first one that it still hurt and he’d asked me to kiss him again. During the second kiss Liam had come out of the house and caught us. He punched Louis in the face for it.
My eyes widened in surprise. How did I forget that? Louis had my first kiss! I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. I remembered it was actually nice at the time. He was being exceptionally sweet that day; he was climbing the tree to retrieve my ball that got stuck up there. I guess it was a good thing because if Louis had my first proper kiss, then it wasn’t stolen by some jerk when I was drunk at a party.
I smiled at him and he smiled back. “That was my first kiss too, and I do remember it,” he said softly, winking at me teasingly.
“Well you’ve had plenty more since then, and then some,” I replied, meaning all of the girls that he had slept with.
He shrugged. “Yeah, but that was still the first and the best,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head and pulling his arms tighter around me, tucking my head in the crook of his neck. We just laid there in silence; I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept quiet.
After a little while I was still awake because of the noise coming from the party, it was only one o’clock so it would probably go on for at least another hour. I rolled over to see Louis watching me. “You can’t sleep through that either, huh?” he mused, smiling.
I shook my head. “Why don’t you go back out and make the most of it? There’s no point in us both lying here awake.” I pulled away from him so he could get out of the bed, but he shook his head and pulled me back to his chest.
“I’m fine where I am.”
After another half an hour, I raised my head and looked at him. He was asleep and looked really peaceful and sweet, and not to mention hot. I’d never actually looked at him that way. I knew he was gorgeous and had an incredible toned body, but it had never occurred to me to look at him in that way. My eyes wandered over his face, taking everything in as if for the first time: the arch to his eyebrows, his straight nose and strong jaw, the way his hair fell messily over his forehead like it had a mind of its own. My eyes moved to his chest. He really was incredible and had a perfect six pack. No wonder the girls go crazy for him. How have I never noticed how beautiful he is? I reached out one finger to his stomach and traced the lines of his muscles, just wondering what they would feel like.
He shivered. “I’m feeling a little violated,” he stated.
I gasped and jumped, snatching my hand away quickly as I burst out laughing. Busted, big time! “Welcome to my world, you make me feel like that all the time.” I shrugged.
“I suppose I do, sorry,” he said casually. Immediately I wondered why he wasn’t like this all the time - if he was then I would probably be in love with him like every other girl was. “Hey, seeing as we can’t get to sleep… how about we play a game?” he suggested, sounding excited about it.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to imagine the stupid games that he would come up with. “I’m not playing a game with you. It’ll be something like a strip game, or something else crude that’s going to involve you seeing me naked,” I answered, frowning and pouting.
He laughed and gripped hold of my pouty bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t pout, Angel. If the wind changes you’ll get stuck like that,” he joked, running his thumb along my lip. The movement made my mouth water for some reason. I stuck out my tongue and licked his thumb jokingly, expecting him to pull away and say it was disgusting. He didn’t. Instead, he made a little moan in the back of his throat. The sound made something deep inside me tingle and throb.
He moved his head closer to mine, his eyes firmly locked on my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, my heart stuttered in my chest, but it wasn’t the usual fear I had, it was because he was going to kiss me – and strangely, I wanted him to. He stopped with his mouth millimetres from mine. He seemed to be waiting for me to give him a sign to say it was OK. My skin prickled with longing. He was so close I could practically feel the warmth of his lips on mine. His eyes flicked to mine, asking my permission silently. The need to be kissed by him was overwhelming as my palms started to get clammy.
I gulped noisily and closed the distance, pressing my lips to his lightly. It almost felt like he gave me a shock. My body started to tingle and throb with the need for him to deepen the kiss, to devour me, to show me what it was supposed to feel like when a man kissed a woman. A thousand butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach, but I knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol.
He responded immediately, pulling me closer to him and running his hands down my back. I raised my arms and lopped them around his neck, tangling my fingers into his silky brown hair. His lips were soft and fit mine perfectly. When he sucked lightly on my bottom lip, I opened my mouth, not quite knowing what to expect from my first proper kiss. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and massaged mine slowly, tenderly. The taste of him was amazing as he explored my entire mouth; my whole body was burning, wanting more. I moaned into his mouth as I lost myself in the sensations and just let all of my insecurities and worries fly out of the window. His kissing made me feel whole and beautiful.
He rolled slightly, propping himself up on his elbow as he kissed me as if it was the last thing he would ever do. Suddenly, he pulled away. I whimpered, wondering what I’d done wrong. He clamped his hand over my mouth as he looked towards my door with wide eyes.
“Shout that you’re fine,” he whispered. I looked at him, confused.
“Amber! Open the door!” Liam shouted, banging loudly, making the door rattle.
Louis nodded encouragingly and took his hand off of my mouth. I cleared my throat quickly. “Liam, I’m fine. I’m tired so go away!” I shouted, trying to make my voice sound angry.
“Ambs, have you seen Louis?” Liam asked through the door.
My mouth popped open in shock. I looked back to Louis, horrified. What on earth was I supposed to say to that? ‘Yeah, actually he’s in bed with me, half naked, and I’ve just had my tongue down his throat. Now can you go away, you’re interrupting?’ That probably wouldn’t go down too well with my overprotective big brother!
“I went home,” Louis whispered.
“He said he was going home, Liam. Now go away,” I shouted, biting my lip and hoping he’d buy it. Louis bent his head back down and touched his soft lips back to mine again, pulling away with a sigh when Liam shouted again.
“Amber, are you OK? You sound a little strange.”
I giggled. “Yeah. I got sick, so I came to bed, but I’m fine now. I’ll see you in the morning. Oh and, by the way, I’m not cleaning up, so you need to do it all,” I teased, smiling at the thought of him cleaning the house on his own.
“Whatever, Ambs, we both know you’ll help me anyway,” Liam replied, laughing.
I looked back to Louis who smiled his beautiful smile at me before dipping his head and pressing his lips against mine again. The feeling of euphoria came back instantly. His hand slid down my side slowly as he slipped his tongue back into my mouth, his taste exploding onto my taste buds. When his hand reached the bottom of his T-shirt that I was wearing, it slipped underneath and caressed my thigh before gripping my hip, guiding me onto my back.
He manoeuvred himself on top of me, pressing me down into the soft mattress with his weight. His hand traced back down my leg, his fingers curled around the back of my knee as he pulled gently, hitching my leg up over his hip. He moaned into my mouth as he pressed himself against me harder, blanketing my body with his. The air in the room seemed to get thicker and hotter as the kiss consumed me entirely.
When his other hand found its way under my T-shirt, tickling across my stomach, I snapped back to reality. This is way too fast. I turned my head to the side and gasped, putting my hand on top of his to halt his seemingly eager quest to get to my chest.
He pulled back looking down at me worriedly. “Sorry I got carried away. Too fast, right?” he asked, looking a little guilty. I nodded, panting to try and get my breath back and calm my body down. He removed his hand from my top, rolling off of me. “That’s OK, Angel. Let’s just get some sleep then,” he suggested, smiling broadly. He shifted, settling on his back and raising one arm out to the side in invitation for me to go to him.
I frowned, more than a little confused by what had just happened, but moved to him anyway. While I tried to work out how and why that had happened, I put my head on his chest and snuggled against his side. His arm wrapped around me as his other hand searched and found mine, interlacing our fingers. His lips grazed the top of my head and I closed my eyes, feeling happier, but certainly more confused, than I had done for a long time. Just before I fell asleep, I had a horrible feeling that this was a mistake that I would end up paying for tomorrow. After all, I’d just made out with my brother’s best friend, who was a total man-whore, and who only cared about himself.
When the boys came back from their illegal, underage booze buying trip and started clattering around downstairs, I climbed out of the bath, knowing my peace was over. I sighed and wrapped myself in a towel. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I walked straight into a hard body. I squealed as I stumbled. Louis’s hands shot out, gripping my waist and steadying me. I scowled up at him, clutching the towel tighter around my body as I tried to calm my shocked heart.
“Wow, I like the outfit,” he teased, looking me up and down, slowly.
I huffed and slapped his hands away, storming off to my bedroom, silently wishing I’d just chosen to have a shower in my en-suite rather than a bath in the family bathroom. I growled in frustration and slammed the door closed behind me, leaning against it. As soon as the door closed, he knocked. “What, Louis?” I snapped.
The door handle rattled, so I pressed against the door harder so he couldn’t open it. “Angel, open the door please.”
“Louis, will you just go away? Seriously, I’m not dressed!” I frowned and stomped my foot, then immediately blushed and thanked my lucky stars that he was outside the door so he hadn’t seen that.
“Please?” he begged.
I sighed, defeated. I hated it when he used that voice on me. That was his nighttime voice and the one that I had trouble saying no to. I wrenched the door open, and he smirked at me as he casually strutted into my room. “Well, what do you want?” I asked nastily. I stepped to my drawers and found my favourite T-shirt of Louis’s that I’d found in the wash. I pulled it on, being careful to keep the towel wrapped tightly around me too.
“Hey, I was wondering where that shirt went,” he said, nodding at my body.
I gasped, immediately thinking he was going to ask for it back. This was my favourite shirt. I put it on whenever I felt like just lounging around the house. It was the most comfortable thing I ever wore. “You’re not getting it back, I love this shirt,” I stated, waving my hand in a dismissive gesture.
He grinned and let his gaze drop to my legs. “Fair enough. It looks better on you than it does me anyway.”
I sighed in exasperation. Why does he have to be such a flirt? “Seriously, what do you want?” I repeated, walking over to the door and putting my hand on the handle, ready to kick him out if he made any more flirty comments.
He shrugged, dropping an overnight bag onto the bed. “I just wanted to drop off my stuff. A change of clothes and things for tomorrow seeing as I’ll be here tonight.”
“And you couldn’t just pass it to me instead of coming in here?” I asked angrily. Why did he have to make everything so difficult?
“I could have done, but then I would have missed the pleasure of seeing your hot ass in my T-shirt. It’s seriously sexy when a girl wears her man’s clothes,” he replied, letting his eyes wander down my body again.
I wrenched the door open and glared at him. “You’re not my man, so get the hell out!” I hissed.
“Whatever you say, Angel.” He chuckled and sauntered past me without another word.
Once alone again, I dried my hair off, straightened it and applied a tiny amount of make-up. I slipped on some midnight blue, lacy underwear, and then stood there looking through my closet. I didn’t want to go for too many layers tonight. Parties at our house were always incredibly hot. Liam and Louis invited practically the whole school and everyone crammed in, making everyone sweaty and uncomfortable. A pair of black shorts caught my eye and I smiled as I pulled them out, deciding to pair them with a dark blue tank top. After pulling them on and completing the outfit with a long silver necklace and some strappy silver sandals, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had to admit, I was actually happy with my look for once. I had a nice figure, not too skinny, but curvy in the right places. I took after my mother, so I had long legs and curvy hips so the shorts accentuated that. I smiled. I wasn’t the most attractive girl around, like everyone else, I had my insecurities and things I would change about myself, but for once I didn’t feel the need to hide in jeans.
I knew that Liam wouldn’t like my outfit though. It probably showed too much skin for his liking, even though I was entirely covered and compared to the girls he and Louis were used to hanging around with, I looked like a nun. I briefly considered changing before deciding against it. It was hot. Besides, no one would pay any attention to me, they never did.
I sat on my bed, reading for an hour until I knew that the party would be in fully swing. That way Liam wouldn’t be able to tell me to go change in front of everyone and embarrass me. As I inched out of my room and made my way down the hall, I saw Liam in the kitchen. He was talking animatedly with a couple of friends. As I stepped into the lounge, he noticed me. His eyes narrowed and he gave a small shake of the head, mouthing the word ‘change’ to me. I smiled sweetly and shrugged, stepping amongst a group of partygoers hoping to get lost in the crowd.
Sean, one of my friends, was standing on his own, holding three cups of drink and looking a little bored. “Hey, Sean,” I chirped, stepping to his side.
His eyebrows shot up as his mouth popped open in shock. “Amber? You do realise you’re showing your legs…” he joked.
I chuckled and clicked the heels of my shoes together looking down at my semi exposed legs. “Yeah, decided to wear something other than jeans for a change,” I answered. “Where’s Kate and Sarah? And why do you have three drinks?” I asked, nodding at his full hands.
“They’re trying for your brother,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the kitchen. “Which is also the reason why I’m holding their drinks.” He chuckled.
I turned and looked into the kitchen, seeing Kate and Sarah both giggling uncontrollably at something that Liam had said. Kate had her hand on his arm, and Sarah was pressed against his side. Liam looked completely uninterested, but he was clearly enjoying the attention, the same as always. He was used to the two of them hanging on his every word after all these years. Whenever they came to my house they would flirt with him shamelessly, and he would walk around topless, chuckling at their lustful expressions. It was just a game that would never go anywhere.
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Sean. “No Terri tonight?” I asked, scanning the room for her.
Arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, pulling me back against a hard body. I let out a little squeal before the person spoke and I realised it was Louis. “You look incredible, but I definitely preferred the towel,” he whispered seductively in my ear. His hot breath tickled down my neck, making me shiver. I could smell the subtle tang of beer on his breath, but he never got drunk, Liam did, but Louis always seemed to remain the one in control in case things got out of hand.
“Get bent,” I growled, shrugging him off and turning to walk away to the kitchen. I still hadn’t even had a drink.
“Hey, Angel, wait for me!” Louis called, grabbing my hand as I continued to weave through the crowd of people making out and grinding against each other.
When I got to the kitchen I was greeted by the sight of a girl stretched out across my kitchen counter, and two boys doing shots off of her body. I recognised the girl easily by her red hair and lack of clothing. Jessica.
She let out an excited screech as we walked in. “Lou! Come on, baby, do a body shot,” she enthused.
Louis’s hand tightened on mine as he looked down at me with the puppy dog, begging eyes. I chuckled wickedly because he was clearly asking for help so he wouldn’t have to talk to her. I didn’t blame him really; she did stalk him of sorts. I gave him a little push towards her and grinned smugly. “Go on, Lou, give the girl what she wants, you know you want to do a body shot,” I teased.
For a second he truly looked horrified as Jessica nodded enthusiastically and held out a bottle of tequila towards him. But then he regained his composure and took hold of my hips, hoisting me quickly, setting me onto the counter. I gasped as he stepped between my legs, putting his face inches from mine.
“Actually, I do want to do one. Lie down for me then, Angel.” He grinned wickedly, but his eyes were playful, so I knew he was only fooling around.
“Louis Tomlinson, get your filthy, man-whore hands off of me, now!” I stated, shaking my head. He chuckled and shook his head before stepping back and pulling me down from the counter, setting me on my feet again.
I turned my back on him and picked up an empty plastic cup. Looking around the drinks table I decided that I would have my first taste of alcohol tonight. I picked up a bottle of vodka and half-filled the cup before adding a generous glug of orange juice to it. I had no idea what to expect really, but tonight I just needed a drink for a change. I was tired of always being the timid, broken girl because of what happened to me. Tonight I was going to have a drink, let loose and maybe I’d even enjoy the party for a change.
In another cup, I poured a shot of vodka, raising it to my lips and holding my breath. As I sloshed it back into my mouth and swallowed quickly, I gagged and felt it burn all the way down the back of my throat. My eyes watered as an involuntary shudder shook my body.
Louis stepped forward, taking the bottle of vodka from my hand and shaking his head in disapproval. “Angel, take it easy there, alright?” He frowned at my drink.
I sniffed and raised my chin. “No way. I’m getting wasted tonight, and there is no way I’m tidying up tomorrow.” I patted his chest as I walked back to my friends, still feeling the burn of alcohol in the back of my throat.
After a couple of hours I was pretty drunk. I danced unsteadily trying not to bump people by accident. Louis was talking to some of his team mates not too far away, and kept glancing at me. He’d been following me around all night, frowning every time I made another drink for myself.
“Seriously, Louis is checking you out!” Kate squealed in my ear for the fifth time.
“He is not! Don’t be so stupid, Kate, he’s probably just making sure I don’t throw up. He’s tidying up tomorrow.” I finished my drink and dropped my paper cup onto the floor carelessly. I smiled triumphantly because that would be something else for him to clean tomorrow. Payback! “I’m going to get another drink,” I shouted over the music.
As I was weaving through the lounge again, the song changed to ‘She’s like a star’, by ‘Taio Cruz’ – Louis’s favourite song. Someone grabbed my hand, squeezing gently, and I looked back to see Lou smiling. It was again one of his nice smiles, the real ones. A smile crept onto my lips too in return. “Dance with me, Angel.” Before I could agree or protest, his arms looped around my waist and he pulled me flush against him.
I was so drunk at this point that I didn’t even care that I was dancing with Louis; I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my face into his neck. He smelled phenomenal, and I wondered what he would taste like if I licked him. Wait, did I just think about licking Lou like he was a Popsicle or something? I burst out laughing at my own idiocy. Louis pulled back and raised one eyebrow in question, which just made it funnier somehow. He rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement as he pressed his body back to mine. The song wasn’t really a slow song so we were swaying quite fast and half grinding against each other. I loved dancing, and he was really good at it, our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.
I could feel him getting aroused, but this didn’t bother me. Louis had been pressing his erections on me since I was twelve and he was fourteen. He woke with one every day and most of the time fell asleep with one too. Of course, it was weird the first time it happened and thoroughly freaked me out. He had gone home that morning, so embarrassed that he’d almost cried, he’d spoken to his dad about it and then came back the next night and explained that it was normal for boys to have it happen because he was growing and it was all to do with hormones. I didn’t know whether it was true or not, but I didn’t have any reason to doubt him. It was embarrassing for us both for a month or so, then it was a joke for a while, and now we just ignored it altogether. He pulled back to look at me and gave me one of his nice smiles and my mouth pulled up into a smile in return. He actually looked really cute when he smiled like that. Hmm, funny how I’ve only just noticed how cute his smile is yet I’ve known him forever, I mused.
Liam came out of nowhere. “Dude, what the fuck? That’s my little sister!” he shouted at Louis, grabbing his shoulder and jerking him away from me roughly.
Louis shook his head in frustration, shoving Liam’s hand off of his shoulder. “Liam, seriously I’m just dancing with her! That’s her song!” Louis retorted.
“Louis, you need to stay away from my sister. She’s only sixteen for fuck sake, and you know what she’s been through. She doesn’t need guys like you chasing her around!” Liam shouted back, stepping forwards and getting in Louis’s face. I could tell he was drunk by the slight touch of red to his ears, they were always the giveaway.
“I would never hurt her!” Louis growled, their chests almost touching.
“I don’t give a shit what you say. You stay away,” Liam growled menacingly.
I shrugged and shook my head. I decided to resume my earlier plan and get another drink. I didn’t need to witness their fight; I knew they’d make up in a couple of minutes anyway, they always did. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I walked smack into a guy I didn’t know. He was maybe a little older than me, probably Liam’s age. Black, shaggy hair flicked across his forehead almost covering one of his brown eyes. He smiled as he reached out, steadying me as I swayed backwards. I immediately flinched because he was touching me, but the drink had numbed some of my worry and nervousness so I managed not to have a panic attack and slap his hands off of me.
“Well hello,” he greeted, grinning.
“Hi.” I smiled; he hadn’t taken his hands from my waist so I took a step back to get some personal space.
“I’m Trent.” I noticed that when he smiled he had really cute little dimples.
“Amber,” I replied, not looking away from his face. I didn’t recognise him from school. “You go to Penn State?” I asked, curious as to why I didn’t know him if he was at the party.
He shook his head and smiled. “No. I’m actually just here to pick up my little sister, but I can’t find her.”
“Oh yeah? Who’s your sister?” I questioned, cocking my head to the side regarding him curiously. I definitely hadn’t seen him before.
“Jessica Sanders,” he answered. I couldn’t help my body’s natural reaction; I turned my nose up and made a distasteful sound in the back of my throat. He chuckled. “Not a big fan of her, huh?” he asked.
My eyes widened at my own stupidity. “Oh… er… sorry,” I mumbled, looking at him apologetically and blushing like crazy.
“Don’t worry about it; I know she can be a pain in the ass.”
I swallowed. Pain in the ass doesn’t quite cover Jessica! “So, do you want me to help you find her?” I offered, peering into the kitchen.
“Nah, she’ll turn up. How about we get a drink instead?” he suggested, nodding towards the drinks counter.
Drink! Now that’s a good plan! “Yeah OK, sure.” I smiled as he grabbed two cups and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
The Jack Daniels was even worse than the neat vodka that I’d drunk. My throat felt like it was on fire and I could only manage to choke down one shot. I was extremely intoxicated by that point, so I leant against him heavily as we chatted and laughed about random stuff that didn’t even make sense to me. Suddenly, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and pressed his body against mine as he smiled seductively at me.
The familiar panic started immediately as my heart increased. His head was inching towards mine. My mouth went dry as my eyes widened in horror. Holy crap, he’s going to kiss me! Do I want that? What if he puts his hands on me or something? My mind was spinning through the thoughts so fast that I couldn’t even keep up with them all. When his breath blew across my lips, I gasped and pulled my head back sharply, yelping as the back of my head connected with the cupboard behind me. My eyes watered as my body started to shake. Trent frowned, seeming a little bemused before he closed the distance and pressed his lips to mine.
I whimpered and put my arms between us, pushing him away. But he didn’t move. Instead, his hand went to the back of my head, holding it still as his tongue touched my lip. I clamped my mouth shut tightly and shoved with all of my might but he still didn’t budge an inch. The panic attack took over completely as that horrifying out of control, being forced into something I didn’t want, feeling came rushing back to me again. My skin crawled as the feeling of being dirty and soiled made me so ashamed of myself that I wanted to jump in the shower and scrub myself clean. After my father had left it had taken me a long time not to feel disgusting and dirty, and with one kiss this boy had just brought that all back to me in an instant.
Suddenly he was gone. Through tear filled eyes, I saw Louis pinning the guy against the wall. His arm was across the guy’s throat as he shouted in his face. “You don’t fucking touch her! What, you think you can just waltz in here and kiss her even though she plainly didn’t want it?” Louis spat.
I started to feel sick, literally started to feel sick. I pushed away from the counter and staggered to my bedroom and the en-suite just beyond. I barely made it to the toilet before I threw up what felt like several litres of vodka. I groaned, holding my stomach as I flushed before moving to sit back on the floor with my eyes closed.
A hand touched my back, rubbing softly. I didn’t freak out though; I already knew it was Louis because of his cologne. “You alright?” he asked, his voice sympathetic. But I couldn’t answer; I just leant over the toilet and threw up another bottle of vodka. While I was sick, Louis rubbed my back in small circles as he held my hair out of the way for me. After a few minutes of dry heaving because there was nothing left to come out, I felt a lot better. “You want to go to bed?” Louis asked.
I nodded and swiped at my eyes with the back of my hand. Clearly my first drinking experience had been a disaster. “Yeah, I just want to brush my teeth.” I struggled to get up off of the bathroom floor, but I was so uncoordinated that it didn’t work out too well. Louis smiled and bent down, slipping his arms under me and picking me up easily. He sat me on the unit next to the sink, grabbed my toothbrush and put on the toothpaste for me. I smiled weakly and brushed my teeth, making sure all of the alcohol taste was gone.
“Bed?” he offered, when I was done. I nodded, and he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to my bedroom. He had pulled back the covers and was just about to put me in when I remembered I was still in my party clothes.
“Wait! I don’t want to go to bed like this,” I mumbled, looking down at my shorts and tank top, I still had my jewellery and shoes on too.
He nodded and set me down on my feet, but I could barely stand and I felt myself sway as my legs threatened to give out on me. Louis wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me up as he pulled my necklaces off for me. I got hold of the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, but managed to get tangled in the process. I giggled, closing my eyes as I wriggled, trying to get free. Louis sighed and gave me a little push causing me to fall back onto the bed. I squeaked, still giggling as he untangled my hair from my clothes and pulled it off for me. When I looked up at him, I saw an amused smile plastered on his face.
I grinned and flopped onto my back, unbuttoning my shorts, raising my hips and starting to push them down. Louis took hold of them, pulling them the rest of the way off after I’d shimmied them down to my thighs. I didn’t really feel self-conscious as I pushed my foot into his chest. “Take my shoes off for me?” I whined, pouting.
He laughed and took hold of my ankle, sliding one shoe off and then the other. “Nice,” he muttered. His eyes roamed my body slowly as his trademark smirk covered his face. But I didn’t care. I just laid there, giggling until my stomach lurched again.
I gasped, covering my mouth quickly as I tried to sit up. Quick as lightning, he picked me up again and carried me back to the bathroom, holding my hair again and rubbing my back while I emptied my stomach for the umpteenth time.
After I had brushed my teeth again, Louis slipped off his T-shirt and pulled it over my head. “There’s another one to add to your T-shirt collection,” he said, smiling easily. His arm wrapped around me as he helped me stagger back to the bed and climb in. He smiled and walked off towards the door. I thought he was going to leave and go back to the party, but he didn’t, he just locked the door and slipped off his jeans, climbing into the bed next to me. Louis’s arms encircled me as he pulled me against his chest.
I smiled and closed my eyes. The music and laughter was still coming from the lounge and reminded me of what had just happened. Someone had just kissed me. My chin wobbled as my insides squirmed and the tears finally started.
“What’s wrong, Angel?” Louis cooed, stroking the side of my face softly.
“That jerk stole my first proper kiss!” I wailed. Unexpectedly, Louis burst out laughing. I frowned, shaking my head angrily. “It’s not funny! A girl’s first kiss is important to her. Just because you’re some kind of super slut who doesn’t care, and probably doesn’t remember his first kiss, doesn’t mean that the little things aren’t important!” I slapped his angrily.
“Angel, calm down. He didn’t steal your first kiss,” he said sternly, looking right into my eyes. Like it always did when Louis looked at me like that, my body seemed to take on that weightless, I can do anything, feeling.
“What are you talking about? He did! He just kissed me and stole it,” I croaked, a tear falling from my eye. He wiped it away with his thumb and shook his head.
“Yes, he did just kiss you. But that wasn’t your first kiss. I had that a long time ago,” he explained. One side of his mouth pulled up into a small smile as pushed my hair back over my shoulder.
I recoiled, frowning, trying to think back.
He nodded, his expression confident. “You don’t remember when I hurt myself falling out of the tree in my front yard? I was thirteen and my freaking leg hurt so badly, and you asked what you could do to make the pain go away.” He closed his eyes and shook his head at the memory, with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I gasped as it all came rushing back to me. He had hurt his leg and he’d asked me to kiss him to take his mind off of it. I’d kissed him twice actually because he’d told me after the first one that it still hurt and he’d asked me to kiss him again. During the second kiss Liam had come out of the house and caught us. He punched Louis in the face for it.
My eyes widened in surprise. How did I forget that? Louis had my first kiss! I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. I remembered it was actually nice at the time. He was being exceptionally sweet that day; he was climbing the tree to retrieve my ball that got stuck up there. I guess it was a good thing because if Louis had my first proper kiss, then it wasn’t stolen by some jerk when I was drunk at a party.
I smiled at him and he smiled back. “That was my first kiss too, and I do remember it,” he said softly, winking at me teasingly.
“Well you’ve had plenty more since then, and then some,” I replied, meaning all of the girls that he had slept with.
He shrugged. “Yeah, but that was still the first and the best,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head and pulling his arms tighter around me, tucking my head in the crook of his neck. We just laid there in silence; I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept quiet.
After a little while I was still awake because of the noise coming from the party, it was only one o’clock so it would probably go on for at least another hour. I rolled over to see Louis watching me. “You can’t sleep through that either, huh?” he mused, smiling.
I shook my head. “Why don’t you go back out and make the most of it? There’s no point in us both lying here awake.” I pulled away from him so he could get out of the bed, but he shook his head and pulled me back to his chest.
“I’m fine where I am.”
After another half an hour, I raised my head and looked at him. He was asleep and looked really peaceful and sweet, and not to mention hot. I’d never actually looked at him that way. I knew he was gorgeous and had an incredible toned body, but it had never occurred to me to look at him in that way. My eyes wandered over his face, taking everything in as if for the first time: the arch to his eyebrows, his straight nose and strong jaw, the way his hair fell messily over his forehead like it had a mind of its own. My eyes moved to his chest. He really was incredible and had a perfect six pack. No wonder the girls go crazy for him. How have I never noticed how beautiful he is? I reached out one finger to his stomach and traced the lines of his muscles, just wondering what they would feel like.
He shivered. “I’m feeling a little violated,” he stated.
I gasped and jumped, snatching my hand away quickly as I burst out laughing. Busted, big time! “Welcome to my world, you make me feel like that all the time.” I shrugged.
“I suppose I do, sorry,” he said casually. Immediately I wondered why he wasn’t like this all the time - if he was then I would probably be in love with him like every other girl was. “Hey, seeing as we can’t get to sleep… how about we play a game?” he suggested, sounding excited about it.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to imagine the stupid games that he would come up with. “I’m not playing a game with you. It’ll be something like a strip game, or something else crude that’s going to involve you seeing me naked,” I answered, frowning and pouting.
He laughed and gripped hold of my pouty bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t pout, Angel. If the wind changes you’ll get stuck like that,” he joked, running his thumb along my lip. The movement made my mouth water for some reason. I stuck out my tongue and licked his thumb jokingly, expecting him to pull away and say it was disgusting. He didn’t. Instead, he made a little moan in the back of his throat. The sound made something deep inside me tingle and throb.
He moved his head closer to mine, his eyes firmly locked on my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, my heart stuttered in my chest, but it wasn’t the usual fear I had, it was because he was going to kiss me – and strangely, I wanted him to. He stopped with his mouth millimetres from mine. He seemed to be waiting for me to give him a sign to say it was OK. My skin prickled with longing. He was so close I could practically feel the warmth of his lips on mine. His eyes flicked to mine, asking my permission silently. The need to be kissed by him was overwhelming as my palms started to get clammy.
I gulped noisily and closed the distance, pressing my lips to his lightly. It almost felt like he gave me a shock. My body started to tingle and throb with the need for him to deepen the kiss, to devour me, to show me what it was supposed to feel like when a man kissed a woman. A thousand butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach, but I knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol.
He responded immediately, pulling me closer to him and running his hands down my back. I raised my arms and lopped them around his neck, tangling my fingers into his silky brown hair. His lips were soft and fit mine perfectly. When he sucked lightly on my bottom lip, I opened my mouth, not quite knowing what to expect from my first proper kiss. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and massaged mine slowly, tenderly. The taste of him was amazing as he explored my entire mouth; my whole body was burning, wanting more. I moaned into his mouth as I lost myself in the sensations and just let all of my insecurities and worries fly out of the window. His kissing made me feel whole and beautiful.
He rolled slightly, propping himself up on his elbow as he kissed me as if it was the last thing he would ever do. Suddenly, he pulled away. I whimpered, wondering what I’d done wrong. He clamped his hand over my mouth as he looked towards my door with wide eyes.
“Shout that you’re fine,” he whispered. I looked at him, confused.
“Amber! Open the door!” Liam shouted, banging loudly, making the door rattle.
Louis nodded encouragingly and took his hand off of my mouth. I cleared my throat quickly. “Liam, I’m fine. I’m tired so go away!” I shouted, trying to make my voice sound angry.
“Ambs, have you seen Louis?” Liam asked through the door.
My mouth popped open in shock. I looked back to Louis, horrified. What on earth was I supposed to say to that? ‘Yeah, actually he’s in bed with me, half naked, and I’ve just had my tongue down his throat. Now can you go away, you’re interrupting?’ That probably wouldn’t go down too well with my overprotective big brother!
“I went home,” Louis whispered.
“He said he was going home, Liam. Now go away,” I shouted, biting my lip and hoping he’d buy it. Louis bent his head back down and touched his soft lips back to mine again, pulling away with a sigh when Liam shouted again.
“Amber, are you OK? You sound a little strange.”
I giggled. “Yeah. I got sick, so I came to bed, but I’m fine now. I’ll see you in the morning. Oh and, by the way, I’m not cleaning up, so you need to do it all,” I teased, smiling at the thought of him cleaning the house on his own.
“Whatever, Ambs, we both know you’ll help me anyway,” Liam replied, laughing.
I looked back to Louis who smiled his beautiful smile at me before dipping his head and pressing his lips against mine again. The feeling of euphoria came back instantly. His hand slid down my side slowly as he slipped his tongue back into my mouth, his taste exploding onto my taste buds. When his hand reached the bottom of his T-shirt that I was wearing, it slipped underneath and caressed my thigh before gripping my hip, guiding me onto my back.
He manoeuvred himself on top of me, pressing me down into the soft mattress with his weight. His hand traced back down my leg, his fingers curled around the back of my knee as he pulled gently, hitching my leg up over his hip. He moaned into my mouth as he pressed himself against me harder, blanketing my body with his. The air in the room seemed to get thicker and hotter as the kiss consumed me entirely.
When his other hand found its way under my T-shirt, tickling across my stomach, I snapped back to reality. This is way too fast. I turned my head to the side and gasped, putting my hand on top of his to halt his seemingly eager quest to get to my chest.
He pulled back looking down at me worriedly. “Sorry I got carried away. Too fast, right?” he asked, looking a little guilty. I nodded, panting to try and get my breath back and calm my body down. He removed his hand from my top, rolling off of me. “That’s OK, Angel. Let’s just get some sleep then,” he suggested, smiling broadly. He shifted, settling on his back and raising one arm out to the side in invitation for me to go to him.
I frowned, more than a little confused by what had just happened, but moved to him anyway. While I tried to work out how and why that had happened, I put my head on his chest and snuggled against his side. His arm wrapped around me as his other hand searched and found mine, interlacing our fingers. His lips grazed the top of my head and I closed my eyes, feeling happier, but certainly more confused, than I had done for a long time. Just before I fell asleep, I had a horrible feeling that this was a mistake that I would end up paying for tomorrow. After all, I’d just made out with my brother’s best friend, who was a total man-whore, and who only cared about himself.
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