Mistake {Niall Horan AU Fanfic}
Chapter 15
HANNAH’S P.O.V.
Once Louis was mostly naked, I begin to remove my pants, but I’m having trouble with shaky hands and excessive amounts of alcohol running through my blood.
“Here, let me.”
Before I can protest, which I wasn’t going to, Louis hooks his hands under my knees and pulls my body to him until my legs are hanging off of the bed as he stands between them. He easily undoes the button of my jeans, pulling them down and off without any trouble.
I lay there bare, except for a thin pair of panties. I can’t even bring myself to feel self-conscious with Louis. I’m too comfortable with him to worry about what he’s thinking.
Louis sinks down to his knees on the carpet in front of me, hands skimming over my thighs closer to my torso. He loops his fingers under the elastic and slowly pulls my final covering down, causing my breathing to hitch and small moans to sputter out uncontrollably. Without further ado,
Louis lifts one leg at a time over his shoulders until my knees are draped over his body carelessly, his face just between my thighs. As I feel his breath quicken against my core, I tense up and wonder if he’s regretting his decisions.
“Lou, are you sure? I don’t-“
My panicked words are cut short by his tongue flat against my most sensitive area.
“Oh, god! So- So good.”
My sentences are hardly comprehensible at this point but I can feel Louis intensify his motions
every time I’m vocal about how it makes me feel. I can’t keep my legs from shaking and jerking around, but Louis reaches up to hold my thighs still, kneading into them and probably leaving small bruises with the tips of his fingers.
I buck my hips up lightly and Louis moans against me as he continues to lap his tongue over my clit relentlessly. His lips join in the mix and close in on the sensitivity, pulling it back as his tongue soothes the spot. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, yet so entranced by someone’s actions before. Except, perhaps Niall. Just thinking of his name sends me into a fit of guilt, so I settle with denial and push him out of my mind.
“M-more. Lou, your- fingers.”
I swear I can feel him smile against me as he pulls back a little, releasing one of my thighs to free his hand.
“You have to keep still, okay?”
I don’t speak, but I nod frantically instead. I hold my leg as still as possible and one of Louis’
fingers circles my entrance in order to make it slick. I can tell I’m really wet. Honestly, wetter than I’ve ever been in front of someone. I’ve gotten to this point on my own before, but not because of another person’s touch.
“Just-go!”
Louis chuckles and returns his tongue and lips to the area just above my entrance as he slowly pushes his finger in. It’s snug, but not painful in the least. It feels satisfying and surprisingly enough, not awkward. Louis slowly moves that finger in and out; the friction sinful and incredible. Soon enough, he adds a second finger, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through me.
“Wow- Lou!”
He curls his fingers as they hit my g-spot, making me gasp for breath and moan loudly. In response, his tongue moves faster and he pumps his fingers in roughly, curling them inside each time until I’m muttering things that can’t be considered words, mixed with curses.
“Fuck- oh my god, Lou I’m-“
I can’t spit the last word out, but I’m sure that he understands because he quickens the pace of both his fingers and his mouth until my legs are shaking again, the build up of pressure in my stomach becoming unbearable. I reach down with one hand, tugging at his wispy hair, while my other hand fists at the sheets.
“Come, babe.”
He speaks against my sex and I whimper in delight before releasing my impending orgasm, pulsating around his fingers as they slow down and eventually stop.
I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair, pushing strands out of my face and trying to catch my breath. I let go of Louis’ hair and he slowly stands up, leaning down over me and catching himself with his arms on either side of my head. I lift up enough to close the distance and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He lays me back on the mattress and follows me, our lips never detaching. His body is against mine and even though he’s still wearing boxers, I can feel how desperately hard he as he ruts against my thigh.
I roll over so that I am on top of him and my knees rest on either side of his hips, holding me up as I straddle his lap. Louis’ hands find their way to my bare ass and he squeezes it gently. I lean down and kiss him again while I bring one hand to the space between our groins. I roughly palm him through his boxers, making him groan loudly against my mouth.
I continue to kiss him and my hand eventually slips under his underwear, finding his length easily in the tight fabric. After slowly stroking him a few times, I find it necessary to pull his boxers down a bit to gain better access. I kiss him once more and scoot down so that I’m straddling his thighs. I quickly pull his boxers down to his mid-thighs and decide that it’s all that I need.
I hold his member in my fist again, sliding my thumb over the tip and spreading some pre-come
along the rest to make things easier. Louis clenches his teeth and writhes beneath me, obviously already nearing his orgasm. He must have been grinding onto the bed while he pleasured me. I stay where I am and move my hand faster until he’s practically yelling and begging for his release. I tighten my hold on him a little and pump faster, using my other hand to roam his flawless chest.
“Hannah, I’m gonna come! Now-“
Before I can react and think of a way to capture his mess, he’s coming all over his stomach, liquid pooling between his muscles and dripping onto his sides. Louis breathes heavily and I pull my hand back, immediately apologetic for making a mess.
“Oh, god. Louis, I’m so sorry, I should have-“
Louis sits up and holds my head in his hands, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Why are you apologizing? That was great.”
“Because I should have like caught it or something, I don’t know!”
I don’t know why I’m freaking out, but I’m beginning to sober up and a flood of emotion is coming over me.
“Hannah! It’s fine! It’s not the first time I’ve came on myself. It’s no big deal.”
I nod my head shyly and bring my arms up to cover my exposed breasts.
“You get comfortable. I’ll go clean up.”
I don’t move as he stands up and pulls his boxers up over his now soft length. As soon as he is in the bathroom, I fight tears that I know will come later. I stand up and gather my clothes, pulling my panties and jeans on first. Next, I find my bra and finally my shirt, until I’m entirely dressed. Louis walks in just after my shirt is back on and he looks slightly disappointed. He’s wearing his boxers still, but his skin is no longer sticky and wet.
“Are you okay, Hannah?”
“No, I’ll, uh- I should go.”
I try to walk to the door, but Louis stops me, pulling me into a hug.
“Hey, talk to me.”
He’s so calm about this when we just betrayed both of our friends.
“No, Louis. I don’t want to talk. I’m sorry, but I just want to go home before Niall gets here.”
Louis’ face turns a light shade of pink and I can tell he’s beginning to let himself think like I am. He doesn’t say anything, but he gives me a small nod, allowing me to pass.
I close his bedroom door behind me and walk through the dimly lit kitchen and living room, making my way to the front door. Just as I open it, Niall is reaching for the knob, arriving as I’m trying to escape.
“Hannah!”
He looks pleasantly surprised, but there’s a trace of sadness in his expression.
“Nial! I, um- it’s good to see you. I thought you weren’t going to show up!”
I try to appear normal, running my fingers through my hair nonchalantly.
“You came to see me?”
I nod shyly, forcing a small grin.
“Didn’t Lou tell you I went to see Greg?”
“Yeah, I just figured I’d wait, but it started getting late, so-“
Niall pulls me into a hug and I feel a tear slip down my cheek, guilt flooding over me like I could have never imagined.
“Can I drive you home?”
He whispers, still holding me against his chest. He smells good; like soap and coffee. I probably smell like sweat and sex. I hope he doesn’t notice.
“Um, sure. I guess so.”
Niall pulls away and I’m thankful that it’s dark so he can’t see me crying silently. Niall reaches down and pulls my hand in his as we walk to Louis’ sports car.
We both get in and he starts the ignition. The radio isn’t on and I imagine that Niall spent the entire ride thinking. Thinking while I was fooling around with Louis.
“How’d it go with Greg?”
“Umm- It went, I suppose. He didn’t really want to talk about everything quite yet. He just wanted
to make sure I was safe and had a place to stay. We literally talked about everything except Allison. I guess my dad is doing badly again,” Niall sighs and runs his fingers through his messy blonde hair, “I don’t know. It was weird because he didn’t bring it up, but I can tell he’s royally pissed. As he should be.”
Niall shrugs and we pull down my street. I never thought I’d be so happy to be home. I can’t spend another second in the car with Niall, pretending I’m not an idiot.
“Well, it’s a step.”
“Yeah...”
Niall comes to a stop a little down my drive and I nod that he should stop here so I can walk without my mom seeing him.
“Thanks, Niall.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry I took so long. I would have loved to spend some time with you.”
I grin and he leans over, lips pursed toward mine. I turn a bit at the last second and he kisses the corner of my mouth.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”
He tries to pretend we didn’t just have the most awkward moment ever and I nod in agreement before stepping out of the car. He waits until I walk through the door before pulling away and as soon as I make it to my bedroom, I lock the door and let the deafening sobs fill a pillow on my bed so I don’t wake my mom.
What am I going to do? Do I tell Niall? What about Jessica?
No matter what, I’m never going to forgive myself.
Once Louis was mostly naked, I begin to remove my pants, but I’m having trouble with shaky hands and excessive amounts of alcohol running through my blood.
“Here, let me.”
Before I can protest, which I wasn’t going to, Louis hooks his hands under my knees and pulls my body to him until my legs are hanging off of the bed as he stands between them. He easily undoes the button of my jeans, pulling them down and off without any trouble.
I lay there bare, except for a thin pair of panties. I can’t even bring myself to feel self-conscious with Louis. I’m too comfortable with him to worry about what he’s thinking.
Louis sinks down to his knees on the carpet in front of me, hands skimming over my thighs closer to my torso. He loops his fingers under the elastic and slowly pulls my final covering down, causing my breathing to hitch and small moans to sputter out uncontrollably. Without further ado,
Louis lifts one leg at a time over his shoulders until my knees are draped over his body carelessly, his face just between my thighs. As I feel his breath quicken against my core, I tense up and wonder if he’s regretting his decisions.
“Lou, are you sure? I don’t-“
My panicked words are cut short by his tongue flat against my most sensitive area.
“Oh, god! So- So good.”
My sentences are hardly comprehensible at this point but I can feel Louis intensify his motions
every time I’m vocal about how it makes me feel. I can’t keep my legs from shaking and jerking around, but Louis reaches up to hold my thighs still, kneading into them and probably leaving small bruises with the tips of his fingers.
I buck my hips up lightly and Louis moans against me as he continues to lap his tongue over my clit relentlessly. His lips join in the mix and close in on the sensitivity, pulling it back as his tongue soothes the spot. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, yet so entranced by someone’s actions before. Except, perhaps Niall. Just thinking of his name sends me into a fit of guilt, so I settle with denial and push him out of my mind.
“M-more. Lou, your- fingers.”
I swear I can feel him smile against me as he pulls back a little, releasing one of my thighs to free his hand.
“You have to keep still, okay?”
I don’t speak, but I nod frantically instead. I hold my leg as still as possible and one of Louis’
fingers circles my entrance in order to make it slick. I can tell I’m really wet. Honestly, wetter than I’ve ever been in front of someone. I’ve gotten to this point on my own before, but not because of another person’s touch.
“Just-go!”
Louis chuckles and returns his tongue and lips to the area just above my entrance as he slowly pushes his finger in. It’s snug, but not painful in the least. It feels satisfying and surprisingly enough, not awkward. Louis slowly moves that finger in and out; the friction sinful and incredible. Soon enough, he adds a second finger, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through me.
“Wow- Lou!”
He curls his fingers as they hit my g-spot, making me gasp for breath and moan loudly. In response, his tongue moves faster and he pumps his fingers in roughly, curling them inside each time until I’m muttering things that can’t be considered words, mixed with curses.
“Fuck- oh my god, Lou I’m-“
I can’t spit the last word out, but I’m sure that he understands because he quickens the pace of both his fingers and his mouth until my legs are shaking again, the build up of pressure in my stomach becoming unbearable. I reach down with one hand, tugging at his wispy hair, while my other hand fists at the sheets.
“Come, babe.”
He speaks against my sex and I whimper in delight before releasing my impending orgasm, pulsating around his fingers as they slow down and eventually stop.
I close my eyes and run my fingers through my hair, pushing strands out of my face and trying to catch my breath. I let go of Louis’ hair and he slowly stands up, leaning down over me and catching himself with his arms on either side of my head. I lift up enough to close the distance and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He lays me back on the mattress and follows me, our lips never detaching. His body is against mine and even though he’s still wearing boxers, I can feel how desperately hard he as he ruts against my thigh.
I roll over so that I am on top of him and my knees rest on either side of his hips, holding me up as I straddle his lap. Louis’ hands find their way to my bare ass and he squeezes it gently. I lean down and kiss him again while I bring one hand to the space between our groins. I roughly palm him through his boxers, making him groan loudly against my mouth.
I continue to kiss him and my hand eventually slips under his underwear, finding his length easily in the tight fabric. After slowly stroking him a few times, I find it necessary to pull his boxers down a bit to gain better access. I kiss him once more and scoot down so that I’m straddling his thighs. I quickly pull his boxers down to his mid-thighs and decide that it’s all that I need.
I hold his member in my fist again, sliding my thumb over the tip and spreading some pre-come
along the rest to make things easier. Louis clenches his teeth and writhes beneath me, obviously already nearing his orgasm. He must have been grinding onto the bed while he pleasured me. I stay where I am and move my hand faster until he’s practically yelling and begging for his release. I tighten my hold on him a little and pump faster, using my other hand to roam his flawless chest.
“Hannah, I’m gonna come! Now-“
Before I can react and think of a way to capture his mess, he’s coming all over his stomach, liquid pooling between his muscles and dripping onto his sides. Louis breathes heavily and I pull my hand back, immediately apologetic for making a mess.
“Oh, god. Louis, I’m so sorry, I should have-“
Louis sits up and holds my head in his hands, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Why are you apologizing? That was great.”
“Because I should have like caught it or something, I don’t know!”
I don’t know why I’m freaking out, but I’m beginning to sober up and a flood of emotion is coming over me.
“Hannah! It’s fine! It’s not the first time I’ve came on myself. It’s no big deal.”
I nod my head shyly and bring my arms up to cover my exposed breasts.
“You get comfortable. I’ll go clean up.”
I don’t move as he stands up and pulls his boxers up over his now soft length. As soon as he is in the bathroom, I fight tears that I know will come later. I stand up and gather my clothes, pulling my panties and jeans on first. Next, I find my bra and finally my shirt, until I’m entirely dressed. Louis walks in just after my shirt is back on and he looks slightly disappointed. He’s wearing his boxers still, but his skin is no longer sticky and wet.
“Are you okay, Hannah?”
“No, I’ll, uh- I should go.”
I try to walk to the door, but Louis stops me, pulling me into a hug.
“Hey, talk to me.”
He’s so calm about this when we just betrayed both of our friends.
“No, Louis. I don’t want to talk. I’m sorry, but I just want to go home before Niall gets here.”
Louis’ face turns a light shade of pink and I can tell he’s beginning to let himself think like I am. He doesn’t say anything, but he gives me a small nod, allowing me to pass.
I close his bedroom door behind me and walk through the dimly lit kitchen and living room, making my way to the front door. Just as I open it, Niall is reaching for the knob, arriving as I’m trying to escape.
“Hannah!”
He looks pleasantly surprised, but there’s a trace of sadness in his expression.
“Nial! I, um- it’s good to see you. I thought you weren’t going to show up!”
I try to appear normal, running my fingers through my hair nonchalantly.
“You came to see me?”
I nod shyly, forcing a small grin.
“Didn’t Lou tell you I went to see Greg?”
“Yeah, I just figured I’d wait, but it started getting late, so-“
Niall pulls me into a hug and I feel a tear slip down my cheek, guilt flooding over me like I could have never imagined.
“Can I drive you home?”
He whispers, still holding me against his chest. He smells good; like soap and coffee. I probably smell like sweat and sex. I hope he doesn’t notice.
“Um, sure. I guess so.”
Niall pulls away and I’m thankful that it’s dark so he can’t see me crying silently. Niall reaches down and pulls my hand in his as we walk to Louis’ sports car.
We both get in and he starts the ignition. The radio isn’t on and I imagine that Niall spent the entire ride thinking. Thinking while I was fooling around with Louis.
“How’d it go with Greg?”
“Umm- It went, I suppose. He didn’t really want to talk about everything quite yet. He just wanted
to make sure I was safe and had a place to stay. We literally talked about everything except Allison. I guess my dad is doing badly again,” Niall sighs and runs his fingers through his messy blonde hair, “I don’t know. It was weird because he didn’t bring it up, but I can tell he’s royally pissed. As he should be.”
Niall shrugs and we pull down my street. I never thought I’d be so happy to be home. I can’t spend another second in the car with Niall, pretending I’m not an idiot.
“Well, it’s a step.”
“Yeah...”
Niall comes to a stop a little down my drive and I nod that he should stop here so I can walk without my mom seeing him.
“Thanks, Niall.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry I took so long. I would have loved to spend some time with you.”
I grin and he leans over, lips pursed toward mine. I turn a bit at the last second and he kisses the corner of my mouth.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”
He tries to pretend we didn’t just have the most awkward moment ever and I nod in agreement before stepping out of the car. He waits until I walk through the door before pulling away and as soon as I make it to my bedroom, I lock the door and let the deafening sobs fill a pillow on my bed so I don’t wake my mom.
What am I going to do? Do I tell Niall? What about Jessica?
No matter what, I’m never going to forgive myself.
Notes
OKAY DONT HATE ME <3 I'm sorry if the Louis/Hannah part upset you. It upset me writing it, but it's all for the story :*I'm on vacation in the keys so I really should get off the computer, but I really wanted to write this chapter. Please please comment and vote if you haven't already, as well as subscribe.
Thank you all so much for your patience and support. xx
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Well I love the story...I think it's just fine, but I can't speak for everyone else :D
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