(Louis’ POV)
“What?” I ask in shock. He couldn’t have said what I thought. Surely it’s just me being caught up in the almost-kiss.
“I don’t want you to call him. Or see him. I can’t help it, I don’t want you too.” Harry tells me.
Anger flares in my stomach and I prop myself up on my elbow. What the hell is wrong with him? I was sure he was frantic over something worthy of his upset. But Colin? I know he said he was worried the other night, but this is beyond that. So what the hell? Colin’s a nice guy. He’s sweet and funny and cute.
“Excuse me?” I ask in furious disbelief.
“Please don’t hate me, I just can’t stand you being with him and-”
But I’ve heard enough. I jump out of the bunk bed, turning away from him to pull my fingers through my hair. It doesn’t feel the same as Harry’s, and for whatever reason, I hate that.
“You…” I trail off, laughing without humor. “You’re being fucking ridiculous right now, you know that?”
I turn to see Harry’s own face distort with anger. He jumps off the bunk bed himself (god, the way his curls bounce-no, stay focused) and puffs his chest up while his eyes darken.
“I’m ridiculous? No! You are. You’re the one who’s been fucking destroying yourself all this time and then now you’re going to go call this douche bag?” Harry shouts, and I absentmindedly realize that the boys will hear us.Great.
“His name is Colin.” I growl, balling my fists.
“Oh I’m sorry, this Colin douche bag.” He says sarcastically.
“What is your problem with him? Fuck, you’re acting like a child!” I yell, and in a lapse of judgment, shove him backwards. He stumbles but steadies himself against the wall, mouth opening out of shock.
“My problem, is that he’s an idiot, and you should stay the hell away from him!” Harry shouts and I swear I see hurt flicker across his face.
“And why’s that, hmm?” I poke.
And then I notice Zayn and Niall peering into the room, and Liam standing in the doorway, arms crossed. They’re trying to stop this. I don’t think it can be stopped, really.
Harry’s face pales at my question. I know I’ve hit a nerve, but I don’t know which one. He turns and tries to leave that area of the bus, but the boys are in the way.
“Trying to run, Harry? We’re on a tour bus, where you planning on going?” I yell, and he freezes. Okay, so that was a low blow. Oops.
Then Liam takes control and takes Harry’s shoulders, forces him back into the room, and slams the door on his way out. We hear something drag across the floor and hit the barrier. Both of us take a second’s break from our anger and look at each other out of confusion.
“We’re not letting you out until you figure this out! Harry’s not running away and Louis’ not hurting himself. Sit your asses down, figure this the fuck out, and then we can move on with our day, got it?” Liam shouts through the door.
“Oh come on, let us out!” Harry pleads, but even I know that once Liam’s go his mind set on something, he’s not budging.
“Nope! Get your shit together, Larry Stylinson.” Niall yells, and I can just imagine the grin on his face.
I sigh loudly, and turn to look at Harry, who still seems angry.
“What’s your problem with Colin?” I ask, calmer this time. But my tone is still rude. I can’t help it.
“Nothing.” He mumbles.
“Didn’t seem like nothing a minute ago, Harold! Don’t you bullshit me. What’s wrong with him? He’s sweet, and cute, and cares about me! He doesn’t care that I’m famous. He kisses me and likes me. Please, for the love of god, tell me what’s wrong with-”
“He’s not me!” Harry suddenly shouts, and I freeze, stomach plummeting. What the fuck did he just say? No, I’m dreaming, I have to be.
“Wh…what?” I stutter, and Harry looks terrified, but it’s clear he’s got no choice now.
“He’s not me, Lou! He does it all wrong. I can do things that he can’t! He doesn’t know you like I do, and he doesn’tlike you like I do! That’s my fucking problem, Tomlinson! I should have you, not him!” Harry yells, face red and eyes wet.
I’m still frozen on the spot, eyes wide and ears ringing. He’d just….he’d said…and that means…and….
A small, unmistakable smile spreads on my face. I can’t help it. My fucking dreams are coming true, give me a break. At first I want to think he’s lying or on drugs but deep down I know that he just said that, and by the way he collapses onto the bottom bunk, I know it took the life out of him to admit. Just like it takes the life out of me to realize he feels the same way I do.
I drop to my knees in front of him (much like he did with me after he found my cuts) and look into his green eyes. God, I know I’ve been obsessing over them for the last few months, and I’ve been looking into them for the last few years, but I haven’t really seen them until now. It’s like…like a wall has been broken down.
“Like what?” I ask, and he furrows his brows in embarrassment and confusion.
“Wait, what?”
“You said you can do things he can’t. What do you…mean by that?” I ask, but my nerves seem to ruin the seductiveness I was trying for. Just when you think you have confidence…
I see his eyes go dark and there is no mistaking that it’s lust. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Is it not the hottest thing I’ve everseen.
You know how I said before that a wall had broken? Well now, the rest of them crumbled. All the barriers I’d set up for myself, blocking people out, denying them access…they fell to the ground. It takes my breath away, leaving my lungs aching.
Harry leans in, so deliciously near, and it’s what I’ve been dreaming for forever. I don’t know who moves first, but one second we’re incredibly close, our breath mingling, and the next our lips crash together.
My hands tangle in his hair, and butterflies go into a frenzy within my stomach. Our mouths fight for control, and his hands find my hips, pulling me onto the bunk with him. I straddle his waist as his hands slide under my shirt, cold against my skin. I gasp against his mouth and I can feel him smirk against mine. His tongue flicks out to touch my bottom lip, asking for access. Without even thinking about it I allow him in, and bloody hell, this is incredible. His tongue tangles with mine, running along the roof of my mouth and making me moan.
He pulls away at the noise, and I worry I’ve scared him off. But he looks incredibly turned on (and sexy, but when does he ever not) by the noise.
“I know what you like.” Harry says, eyes raking over my flush face.
“And what’s that?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow. It’s the same banter as normal, but this time it’s more. More feeling, more meaning, and oh god more arousal.
He crashes our lips back together fingers kneading into my skin. His lips are softer than I imagined. They’re full and skilled and they taste like cinnamon (which is what he smells like and I grin a little into the kiss because cinnamon is just so Harry).
Haz pulls away a little, and I whine at the loss of contact, followed by a blush.
“I know how you like your lip bitten.” He says matter-of-factly. He shoves our mouths back together, a more feverish snog this time, and his teeth grip my lower lip, biting it just so, and I moan again. Wow, never knew I was this vocal. Then again, I never knew I’d be kissing Harry Styles.
“I know you like your hips grabbed, not your ass. Colin’s an idiot.” Harry growls, and tightens his hold on my waist, dragging his fingernails against the tender skin there. Good god, he’s trying to kill me.
Our lips connect again, moving together this time, like we’ve been doing this for years. We just fit together. We do. I get a sudden surge of confidence and flip us over on the bed, making him pin me down. I never knew it was such a turn on, but god this is perfect. His torso pushes against mine, laying on top of me and kissing me hungrily.
“I know this is your sensitive spot.” He murmurs against my lips, and moves a hand to twist the hair behind my ear, and my body arches against his without my consent.
God, he is just evil. And by the knowing cocky smirk on his lips when he pulls away, he damn well knows it.
“Yeah?” I say, surprised at just how dirty I sound. “Well I know just as much about you.”
“Is that so?” Harry asks lustfully.
I close the distance, lips smashing together. My hands entangle in his curls once again. I wrap a lock of gorgeous brown hair around my finger and tug, and I can feel him lose it. He groans into my mouth and I grin a little in satisfaction.
Still pulling and twirling his curls, driving him insane, I lean away for just a second. “You love your hair pulled.” I state, and then our mouths find each other again, as if we cannot stay apart. And I suppose that’s true.
One of his hands is still in my hair, and the other is on my hip, nails digging in. And that gives me my next idea. My own hand travels downwards to grab his ass, and I feel him jump under the touch. This time he’s the one who pulls away, shock evident on his beautiful face.
“You do like your ass squeezed.” I tell him. “And,”
I shift downwards under him, mouth finding his neck. I suck on the skin, biting down on it between my teeth. I feel his control give out as he whimpers (holy shit that’s hot, and I’m the one who made him do it) into the pillow. I make sure to stay there long enough that a bruise will form and when my teeth pull away I kiss the skin to soothe it.
“You like lovebites. I’d go as far as to say you’re a hickey whore.” I tease, moving to crush our lips back together.
His tongue presses against my lips again and I oblige, making sure to bury my fingers into his hair as his tongue takes over. I lose myself in him. In the way he smells, the way he tastes, the way he moves. The little moans he makes when I find a good handful of ringlets. The way his finger strokes behind my ear, almost making an aroused sob escape my throat. The way that we kiss, fitting together like we belong that way.
And then there’s a knock on the door, and both of us jump, teeth clanging together as we pull apart, breathing heavy and hearts racing. We stare at each other for a minute, fully realizing what we’d just been doing, and then begin to laugh. Hysterically.
“You guys made up yet? It went quiet, so I’m assuming you’re good now?” Zayn calls through the door.
Once I’ve calmed down enough to breath, I go to answer, but Harry beats me to it. “Oh yeah, we made up.”
That sentence sends me into another fit of giggles, ones that are mimicked by Harry, who buries his face into my chest. My hands stroke his hair instinctively, whereas his are on my arms, warm and reassuring.
“So we can let you come out?” Niall calls and instantly we’re laughing even more. I can’t breathe and neither can Harry, but neither of us really care.
“Yep, we’ll be out in a minute, yeah?” I call, and I hear whatever was blocking the door being dragged out of the way.
“Good boys.” Liam says, using his rarely seen sarcastic side.
Harry rolls off me onto the floor, standing up and offering me a hand. I take it, and our chests bump together.
“So that just happened.” He says, and the words sound rather like impending doom. I nod, the funny tone gone from the mood. Geez, the world is bipolar today.
“Yeah.” I mumble, looking down with a blush.
“Hey, no, none of that.” Harry says, tipping my head up towards him with his finger. “I wanted that. Did you?”
“Duh.” I answer immediately. He smirks at me.
“Okay, problem number one solved. Now onto problem two. Do you want this to continue?” Haz asks, and I bite my swollen lip. There’s no going back now, I guess.
“Yes.” I tell him. “Do you?”
“Absolutely.” Harry tells me, then pulls me in close and kisses me. This time it’s not heated, or hungry, or rushed. It’s slow, and it’s passionate and it very much sweeps me off my feet.
“Now, number three. What do we do about the lads?” Harry asks when he pulls away, and it takes me a second to recover.
“Uh…I dunno. I mean, do you want them to know?” I ask. I’m doing that a lot.
“Not yet, no. Not that I’m embarrassed or anything, it’s just, you know how they can be.” Harry stutters, and I kiss the worry off his lips, my arms looping up around his neck.
“That I do. But eventually we’ll have to tell them, or they’ll find out. If you want an eventually, that is.” Now it’s my turn to stumble over my words. “I understand if not.”
Harry pushes me against the wall, pinning me, kissing me intensely. There’s nothing I can (and want to) do but kiss him back, slow and soft again, no tongue or anything else heated. Just dreamy, lazy, cute movements.
“Listen to me, Louis Tomlinson. If there’s anyone I want to have an eventually with, it’s you.” He tells me, and now I know what it’s like to swoon over someone.
“And I, you.” I say somewhat teasingly, but there’s an underlying seriousness to it that’s obvious.
“Good.” Haz says, pulling me closer for a few more short kisses. “Lastly, problem four. Fans? Yes, no, eventually?”
I take a second to think about it. Would this ruin the band? Would this change our image? We can’t do that to the boys, they don’t deserve it.
“We’ll….figure it out when we need to.” I say, nodding to myself.
Our noses are touching, brushing against each other softly. I risk it and look into Harry’s eyes, the stunning green orbs looking absolutely amazed. By what? Me? The thought hits me that I’m his. I’m Harry’s and he’s mine. Brilliant.
“Sounds perfect.” Harry says.
And then we’re kissing again, his hands snaking around my back to pull me impossibly closer, mine behind his neck playing lazily with his hair. I don’t know how long we’re there for, but eventually (ha) we get so tired and breathless that we have to rip ourselves apart.
My forehead leans against his, taking a while to catch our breath. When my heart slows, I lean in to peck him on the lips once more, then detangle us.
“I’ll go first, then you join us in a minute?” I offer, and he nods.
“Yeah.” He smiles at me. I can’t help but feel tingly.
Then I notice the bruising love bite on his neck and smirk. I grab one of my hoodies off the floor and toss it to him. He looks at me questioningly, and I walk back to him, leaning in to kiss the mark.
“Hickey whore.” I say, and open the door as I hear him chuckle behind me.
As I walk out, I can’t keep the ridiculous grin on my face. It stays there throughout the boys’ questions about my disheveled hair and clothes, about how the fight was solved and about why the hell I’m smiling. It stays put through my lies, Harry’s appearance, and his lies as well. That smile does not leave my face for what seems like forever. And I don’t care.