I Understand. An AU/punk story.

Louis is kissing me...

what.....?!

I freeze to my spot as his mouth presses hard to my own.

Confusion.

And awkwardness....

........................

........what?

I shake my head and pull away, slightly winded.

"Louis, what the...?" I breathe, taking a step back.

His face is emotionless and completely unreadable as he stares at me.

"Sorry." He says sheepishly.


Alright....?!

"Um.. I have to pee." I mumble and turn on my blue, velvety, heels and get my ass out of there!

Did he think we were dating now? Were we? No.. definitely not.

Had Harry seen?

The thought makes me nearly puke on my shoes as I push through the mass of people.

I get elbowed in the side as I make my way through, it's dark as usual.

I make my way past the basement doors so I can go towards the hall by the bathroom when somebody grabs my elbow and jerks my arm back.

I yelp and hear the basement door open as I'm ripped towards the stairs.

I turn around find the back of a head of curly hair.

Oh boy.

Harry's grip tightens as he rips me down the stairs.

"What the hell..?" I snap, clawing at his grip. But he doesn't loosen his grip. Instead his head snaps back to me, his eyes fierce.

That shuts me up.

Next thing I know He shoves me in to the conference room before him. I stumble and fall lightly on the huge oak table as he slams the door and locks it. What in the fuck..?!

"Harry what the freaking hell is your problem?" I yell, turning around to release my wrath on him.

He looks simply smashing in black jeans a black shirt and a navy blue bandanna pushing his hair from his face.

I bite my lip and my eyes graze his form, his would have done the same but he was just pissed as hell.

I know he would like this dress, he was there when I bought it, months ago.

Flashback

"What about this one?" I ask, pulling the curtain back on the fitting room to reveal the black dress with the cutouts he said would look nice on me as he pulled it off a rack.

Harry pouts on the couch but when he sees me his eyes bulge slightly and he leans forward on the stiff couch.

"Um.. woah.. um yeah. That is just great." His eyes take their sweet time. The fabric is thin and clings to me in just the right way.

"You really think so?" I ask, I can feel myself smile.

"Um, fuck yeah... You look gorgeous." He flushes and comes and stand behind me in the three sixty mirror, wrapping his arms about my waist. "You look so damn sexy." He purrs.

I blush and roll my eyes.

"You're so damn sassy." He chuckles as I spin out of his grip.

"Mmm." I shrug and head back to my fitting room.

He smacks my ass on the way back and I giggle.

"Hurry up, I'm taking you to dinner, baby."

End flashback

"What's MY problem?" He scoffs, throwing his hands in the air in disbelief. "Whats YOUR freaking problem. You just never fucking learn!" He snaps, his voice shaking he is so mad.

"Harry.. I'm really confused... So if you're just going to yell at me, I'm going to just go." i sigh and shake my head and attempt to make my way past him.

He has other plans.

He steps closer, puts his hands on my hips and pushes me gently yet hard enough to make me stumble and land on the table, my feet singing, my ass on the edge.

Something was definitely wrong. Harry has never and would never touch me like that.


"Harry?" I whimper, searching his eyes for clues. I looked closer and was hit in the face with realization.

He wasn't mad, he was upset. He steps between my legs and his hand goes around my back an winds in my hair a little roughly, pulling my head back.

"What is it about him, huh?" He sneers.

Then it clicks.

He saw the kiss.

My jaw drops and his eyes grow sad while his expression just gets more angry.

"Well? Is it because he's a huge pussy? Huh? Is that it, Lily? Because he does what you demand of him. Too scared to stand up to you?"

I furrow my brows. My heart going out to him.

I knew all too well what it felt like to see the one you love in the hands of another.

That is saying Harry loved me, if he really did......

"I -"

"Or is it he sugarcoats everything he says to you?" He laughs a mean laugh and pulls my hair tighter making me whimper. "He says those sweet things to distract you and you're fucking stupid enough to believe him!" He yell in my face. His voice cracks. Shaking his head I open my mouth to speak but he shakes his head as in to continue. "You think you know him so well. Baby, you don't know a fucking thing about him!" He snarls.

My stomach drops.

"You think he honestly is that good of a guy? Wake the fuck up, Lilian. H could never love you and never has or will love you and need you like I do. He's as fake as they come and is still lying to you to this day!" He growls, his hands tight on me, his eyes ferocious as he glares at me.

I shake my head and swallow the bile in my throat.

"You think I'm fucking lying?!" He spits in disbelief. "Ask him where he went the night he left you here, drunk off your ass. Better yet. Ask Mckenzie!"

I feel like someone just punched me in the gut. Every ounce of wind knocked form my lungs as those words slip off of his tongue.

I open my mouth but nothing but a strange gargle comes out.

Louis would never do that.... He was done with her. He told me. He told me....

"But you know what? Why the fuck would you be upset. You deserve better. Better than him or me. But i don't give a shit because you are mine and we both know it."

His words are slow and deep and so sure it chills me to the bones. I soak up every word and do not notice his hands creeping down my hips to my thighs.

"No one can give me what you do. No one but you. That's it for me." His voice drops in decimal level considerably and his head dips down to my neck. My head is just pounding and I feel like I'm about to be sick. "And no one can give you what I can..." He purrs.

His hands ball around the edge of my dress and he quickly shoves me on my back on the table.

I gasp as he takes me by under my knees and rips me forward, wrapping my legs around his waist he lays down on my chest, his hands in between my legs where his jeans are tight in the front....

"No one can touch you like I can." A single finger runs down the center of my panties and my whole body is ignited by the all to familiar fire. I whimper and my finger nails claw the table top. His free hand takes my right hand and he leaves kisses on my neck.

"No one can make you feel like I can, baby. No this good."

His hands rub slow circles on my center and my body is a trembling mess under his chest. The damn hand picks up speed as I whimper and squirm under him. I do not know what i'm doing but I don't care.

I missed his touch. I missed his mouth and hands and i miss him. I deserved this and I was going to take it.

He sucks on my neck and ear lobe and leaves wet kisses down my skin as his hand slides my panties to the side and gently slides it's fingers down my wetness which releases a breathy moan.

"You'll never feel this fire with anyone but me. We both know that." he whispers. I moan and my eyes roll in my head. I unconnect our hand and wrap my arms around his neck, gently winding my digits in his hair at the base of his neck as he slides a finger in me.

I bite my lips and constrict my thighs against him out of reflex as he gains speed.

I tilt my head and push our mouths together, letting his tongue find it's way in to mine immediately. I missed his kiss more than I ever have admitted and the way our bodies mold together nearly makes me faint.

I missed this. Not just the sexual things but him.

As my orgasm builds and my legs begin to quiver he pulls our lips apart.

"Not, Martin. Not Josh. And certainty not Louis." He growls, leaving a hickie on my 'sweet spot' on my neck. I moan and nod. His fingers slow and I pull his hair. "Say it or I'll stop."

Typical Harry.

"Just you.." I whisper.

"Good girl."

His fingers finish me off and he reconnects our mouth and the waves of pleasure rush through me. I bite his bottom lip in a release and he breathes a sexy groan.

The minute I come he shakes my legs off and leaves me a hot mess on the table as he readjusts himself. Glaring at me. I sit up and catch my breath, watching him carefully.

"It's a shame, baby." He clucks his tongue and smirks at me.

"W - what?" I whimper, wrapping my arms about myself. Missing the heat of his touch.

"I told you no more back and forth. I hope you enjoyed that because it's the last thing you'll ever get from me. You think you can suck face with another man in my own fucking building and me not notice?" he sneers and I swear if he doesn't leave i will throw up as his words sink in. "I'm done here."

And then he turns and leaves me on the table, my hair a mess and my face beat red.

Notes

sorry...