Untouchable Face {NEW- Larry Stylinson AU Fan Fiction}
Chapter 8
HARRY’S P.O.V.
Emma’s nice and everyone get’s along with her, but I can’t stop thinking about Louis. We’ve been gone for only an hour and I’m trying to think of an excuse to take her home early. Even if I do that, though, I doubt he’ll leave the house until she’s asleep. I really hope she goes to bed early.
“Harry! You’ve been so spacey today. Get it together.”
Niall leans over the table to playfully punch my shoulder. I pretend it hurts and pout dramatically. I’m squeezed between Emma and Liam in a booth at Marco’s Pizzeria. We come here pretty often. Ellery is sitting across from us with Niall and Abrielle. I’m trying to be conversational, but I’m anxious for later and still feel a bit awkward about Emma being Louis’ daughter.
“Sorry, I’m just tired. What are we doing after this?”
“We should just go back to your place. No one’s there, right?”
Niall takes a big bite of pizza but continues to talk. I open my eyes wide. I don’t want them coming over tonight. If they come over, they’ll never leave. It’s almost definite that Liam and Niall, at least, will want to stay the night.
“Um- no one’s there. I just... We can’t go there.”
Liam nudges me and Niall looks confused.
“Why the hell not? You’re mum won’t find out and even so, we’re not doing anything crazy for her
to get pissed about.”
“No,” I notice that I seem suspicious by acting so uptight, “my mum’s got Robin checking on us
because of what happened this summer. She said no one can come over.”
Liam drops his pizza on the plate in disappointment.
“That’s no fair! That was fucking months ago!”
I shrug and make eye contact with Abby. Maybe she’ll back me up.
“Guys, don’t give him a hard time. It’s not his fault you guys were idiots. You shouldn’t have
invited all those people.”
“What happened?”
Emma’s been pretty quiet and we’ve all tried to get her to participate in our pointless conversations.
“Um, we threw a party. It got out of hand. Niall’s an asshole and invited his brother and his friends from Uni.”
Niall rolls his eyes and starts to say something, rude most likely, but Abby pinches his arm and he hisses in pain.
“Fuck, Abbs. That hurt!”
“I can read your mind, babe. You were gonna say something dumb.”
Emma giggles and I’m glad she’s at least having fun watching Niall be abused by his girlfriend.
“Whatever,” Liam shrugs and stands up, pulling Ellery up from the other booth and slipping his arm around her waist, “We can go see a movie.”
His suggestion is the best I can think of. The time will pass quickly and after all my best friends are snogging for hours, they’ll want to spend ‘alone time’, giving me a reason to take Emma home.
“Movie sounds good. There’s that new horror film!”
The boys nod in agreement and all of the girls shrug as if to say, ‘no one’s going to pay attention
anyway’. It’s true, except for me and Emma. I really hope she doesn’t try touching me at the movie. I’ve tried pretty hard to make her see this as a group thing, not a couples thing.
I pick up the tab from the end of the table and leave two twenties as we stand up to leave.
EMMA’S P.O.V.
Harry’s friends are nice. They’re all pretty laid back, which is nice because I’m getting real sick of my girlfriends from primary school. They’re all caddy and obnoxious. I should feel bad saying that, but I’m more mature than them. I need older friends who understand me better.
I like Harry, too. I’m impressed that he was forward and asked me out. Most guys my age are annoying with their dumb games. Maybe I’ll give him a chance to prove to me that guys under twenty-five aren’t a complete waste of time. Probably not, though. I’ll just snog him tonight for a little fun and move on.
I don’t think of myself as a slut, but for the past year or so, I’ve had some experience. The only thing I haven’t done is lose my virginity, but that’s because I haven’t found someone that respects me enough.
My parent think I’m a saint and it makes me feel a little guilty. It’s just that my dad has hardly been around and my mum is pretty clueless. For being teenage parents, they are naive to say the least. Maybe dad’s just too wrapped up in his own life. They’re still young, so it isn’t really fair to them that they’ve never been able to have fun.
The first time I kissed someone, I was twelve and he was eighteen. Cameron. I actually thought I loved that prick. He went to Uni, though, and I only hear from him when he’s drunk and horny.
Since then, I’ve only been with two men. Sam is my mum’s neighbor and he’s twenty-two. All was well until he admitted he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that wanted to move in with him. The other man is Zayn. Well, I haven’t been with him, but I want to. Zayn is my dad’s best friend, not to mention my teacher, and there is something enticing about how improper it is.
I know that I have a problem. I just don’t care. I’m better off with someone older, even if no one else realize it.
Zayn’s perfect, though. He’s older, I’m already close to him, and he’s really sexy. I just have to make him think of me in that way. He checks me out sometimes; I can tell. My dad will never notice, though. He thinks too highly of his best friend and he’s a bit ignorant of his surroundings. Dad’s in his own little world, but I love him.
“Two for Devil’s Due at nine.”
Hey, at least I’m getting a free movie out of this. Besides, I really do like Harry and his friends. Maybe I shouldn’t ruin it all by messing with Harry. He hasn’t been very touchy anyway.
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Mid-way through the movie, I’ve given up on Harry entirely. Romantically, at least. Or sexually, I guess. He’s leaning away from me even though the person next to him is a complete stranger. I’m not going to pull the ’I’m a scared girl, please hold me’ like most girls my age would do. I don’t even want him. I’m just trying to distract myself from thinking about Zayn.
I can’t, though.
*TO: Zayn
Hey, what are you doing tonight?*
I think for a moment before sending it, but before I can logically explore the pros and cons, my thumb hits send. I’m nervous as to how he’ll take my question, but I can always handle it according to his response. I keep glancing at my phone, leaving the iMessages up and I see that he begins to type. Then, he stops. Then, he starts again. He must be contemplating what to say. This could go one of two ways.
*FROM: Zayn
Watching movies at home. Is something wrong?*
Or it could go both ways and now I have no clue how to take it. I have to play my cards right.
*TO: Zayn
No, I just don’t really want to be home and I don’t know anyone else but you who has their own place.*
*FROM: Zayn
You can come over if you want.*
His response is so much faster this time. Now I need a sob story so it isn’t weird that I want out of the house. I’ll think of something. I have to go home and pretend to go to bed first. Actually, I’ll tell dad I’m staying with Chloe and when Harry drops me off, I’ll walk to Zayn’s without even seeing my dad.
Perfect.
LOUIS’ P.O.V.
Excited.
Nervous.
Anxious.
I can’t decide on one emotion, but all three sum up how I feel right now. I glance back at my phone and stand by my front door.
*FROM: Em
I’m at Chloe’s now*
That means Harry should be almost home. That’s my cue to leave.
I was relieved when Emma told me she was staying at Chloe’s and that made me feel guilty for a moment. I push that thought aside, though, and finally brave up enough to open the door.
My hair is done properly and I’m wearing a pair of dark grey skinnies with a light blue button down shirt. I feel much more confident than I did when Harry was here earlier, but I’m still self-conscious. Fuck, I’m an old man compared to him. Maybe he won’t like me so much when he realizes that.
Then again, he knows I have a teenage daughter, therefore, my age is pretty much out there.
“Calm the fuck down.”
I don’t mean to say that out loud, but I’m really a wreck.
I drive with the radio on quietly, not wanting to sit in silence with only my thoughts. Harry’s house is fairly close and I make it there in less than ten minutes. I park a couple houses down just to be safe and walk in the dark to the address he slipped to me earlier this evening.
I stand at the door and realize I haven’t taken a proper breath since I got out of my car. I breathe in slowly and out quickly as I knock lightly on the navy blue door. I tuck my hands into my tight pockets and hear some stumbling moments before the door swings open. Harry is standing there, in the same perfect outfit as before, only the buttons of his flannel are undone a bit more. In fact, it’s hardly buttoned. He looks so good.
“Hey, Louis. I’m really glad you came.”
He steps out of the way and I nervously step into his home, knowing I’m going to regret this at some point.
“Thanks for taking Emma to her friend’s house. I know Chloe lives a little farther than we do-”
I slip my shoes off as I speak, trying to make small talk without being too awkward.
“Chloe? I took Emma to your house.”
My eyebrows scrunch together in concern and confusion as I turn to face Harry.
“What the hell are you talking about? She said you took her to Chole’s.”
HARRY’S P.O.V.
Fuck. He hasn’t even been here two minutes and I’m screwing it all up. Should I lie?
“Uh, I took her to your place. Maybe Chloe picked her up?”
Louis shakes his head in thoughtful debate.
“No, she never came inside. She just texted saying she was there.”
No, I can’t let this happen. He can’t leave.
“I’m sure she’s fine then. I know she’s your daughter and all, but she’s a good girl. Whatever she’s hiding can’t be that big of a deal.”
I don’t know if I can get through to him. I don’t know what kind of dad he is.
“Maybe I should call her and find out where she is. Her mum would kill me if-“
As he speaks, I slowly move closer to him. I know I’m overstepping my boundaries, but I’ve been waiting for this all week. I rest my hands on his waist, letting them rest on top of his hips while I speak softly into his ear.
“Shh. Text her and if she replies, you have nothing to worry about. Then, we can have a little...fun.”
What has gotten into me and when did I become so bold? The few shots of tequila I had before he showed up might have something to do with it. I’m still proud of myself for taking charge.
“Okay?”
Louis doesn’t say anything. He gulps and slowly nods his head while my fingertips lightly trail up his sides. His shirt rises a little as I slowly guide him to the wall separating us from the kitchen, pressing his back against it. I brush my lips over his, only letting them touch momentarily before pulling back and taking in his appearance. His eyes are shut and his lip is quivering from my touch. I grin to myself and press my hips into his, holding him in place while I gently interlock my lips in his. The way they fit together is too perfect for words and I feel butterflies in my stomach as if I’ve never touched anyone this way. I suppose I’ve never kissed someone like this; so purely and sweetly.
When he rests his hands on my bum, however, all bets are off and the kiss becomes much more heated, tongues dancing in a war for dominance until I give in and fall deeply into his lips. A moan escapes my throat as he slowly grinds his hips upwards, moving his hands to all the right places. When I move my lips to his neck, he arches his back beautifully, forcing his groin into mine further until I’m whimpering against his skin.
“Wait, Harry-“
I pause and perk my head up so that it is lined up with his.
“Yeah?”
“Let me text Emma and then, can we like... talk first?”
Talking sounds intimidating, but I’ll do anything for this man to not leave my house. This man that I don’t even know.
“Of course.”
I pull my body away from his and let him out of my suffocating grasp. He pulls his phone out and focuses on the screen for a moment before turning back to me, yet keeping a few feet as distance.
“Alright, we can go wherever you want.”
“My room.”
I wink and turn to the stairs, Louis just behind me.
I really don’t know where this is going, but so far, Louis Tomlinson is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me.
Emma’s nice and everyone get’s along with her, but I can’t stop thinking about Louis. We’ve been gone for only an hour and I’m trying to think of an excuse to take her home early. Even if I do that, though, I doubt he’ll leave the house until she’s asleep. I really hope she goes to bed early.
“Harry! You’ve been so spacey today. Get it together.”
Niall leans over the table to playfully punch my shoulder. I pretend it hurts and pout dramatically. I’m squeezed between Emma and Liam in a booth at Marco’s Pizzeria. We come here pretty often. Ellery is sitting across from us with Niall and Abrielle. I’m trying to be conversational, but I’m anxious for later and still feel a bit awkward about Emma being Louis’ daughter.
“Sorry, I’m just tired. What are we doing after this?”
“We should just go back to your place. No one’s there, right?”
Niall takes a big bite of pizza but continues to talk. I open my eyes wide. I don’t want them coming over tonight. If they come over, they’ll never leave. It’s almost definite that Liam and Niall, at least, will want to stay the night.
“Um- no one’s there. I just... We can’t go there.”
Liam nudges me and Niall looks confused.
“Why the hell not? You’re mum won’t find out and even so, we’re not doing anything crazy for her
to get pissed about.”
“No,” I notice that I seem suspicious by acting so uptight, “my mum’s got Robin checking on us
because of what happened this summer. She said no one can come over.”
Liam drops his pizza on the plate in disappointment.
“That’s no fair! That was fucking months ago!”
I shrug and make eye contact with Abby. Maybe she’ll back me up.
“Guys, don’t give him a hard time. It’s not his fault you guys were idiots. You shouldn’t have
invited all those people.”
“What happened?”
Emma’s been pretty quiet and we’ve all tried to get her to participate in our pointless conversations.
“Um, we threw a party. It got out of hand. Niall’s an asshole and invited his brother and his friends from Uni.”
Niall rolls his eyes and starts to say something, rude most likely, but Abby pinches his arm and he hisses in pain.
“Fuck, Abbs. That hurt!”
“I can read your mind, babe. You were gonna say something dumb.”
Emma giggles and I’m glad she’s at least having fun watching Niall be abused by his girlfriend.
“Whatever,” Liam shrugs and stands up, pulling Ellery up from the other booth and slipping his arm around her waist, “We can go see a movie.”
His suggestion is the best I can think of. The time will pass quickly and after all my best friends are snogging for hours, they’ll want to spend ‘alone time’, giving me a reason to take Emma home.
“Movie sounds good. There’s that new horror film!”
The boys nod in agreement and all of the girls shrug as if to say, ‘no one’s going to pay attention
anyway’. It’s true, except for me and Emma. I really hope she doesn’t try touching me at the movie. I’ve tried pretty hard to make her see this as a group thing, not a couples thing.
I pick up the tab from the end of the table and leave two twenties as we stand up to leave.
EMMA’S P.O.V.
Harry’s friends are nice. They’re all pretty laid back, which is nice because I’m getting real sick of my girlfriends from primary school. They’re all caddy and obnoxious. I should feel bad saying that, but I’m more mature than them. I need older friends who understand me better.
I like Harry, too. I’m impressed that he was forward and asked me out. Most guys my age are annoying with their dumb games. Maybe I’ll give him a chance to prove to me that guys under twenty-five aren’t a complete waste of time. Probably not, though. I’ll just snog him tonight for a little fun and move on.
I don’t think of myself as a slut, but for the past year or so, I’ve had some experience. The only thing I haven’t done is lose my virginity, but that’s because I haven’t found someone that respects me enough.
My parent think I’m a saint and it makes me feel a little guilty. It’s just that my dad has hardly been around and my mum is pretty clueless. For being teenage parents, they are naive to say the least. Maybe dad’s just too wrapped up in his own life. They’re still young, so it isn’t really fair to them that they’ve never been able to have fun.
The first time I kissed someone, I was twelve and he was eighteen. Cameron. I actually thought I loved that prick. He went to Uni, though, and I only hear from him when he’s drunk and horny.
Since then, I’ve only been with two men. Sam is my mum’s neighbor and he’s twenty-two. All was well until he admitted he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that wanted to move in with him. The other man is Zayn. Well, I haven’t been with him, but I want to. Zayn is my dad’s best friend, not to mention my teacher, and there is something enticing about how improper it is.
I know that I have a problem. I just don’t care. I’m better off with someone older, even if no one else realize it.
Zayn’s perfect, though. He’s older, I’m already close to him, and he’s really sexy. I just have to make him think of me in that way. He checks me out sometimes; I can tell. My dad will never notice, though. He thinks too highly of his best friend and he’s a bit ignorant of his surroundings. Dad’s in his own little world, but I love him.
“Two for Devil’s Due at nine.”
Hey, at least I’m getting a free movie out of this. Besides, I really do like Harry and his friends. Maybe I shouldn’t ruin it all by messing with Harry. He hasn’t been very touchy anyway.
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Mid-way through the movie, I’ve given up on Harry entirely. Romantically, at least. Or sexually, I guess. He’s leaning away from me even though the person next to him is a complete stranger. I’m not going to pull the ’I’m a scared girl, please hold me’ like most girls my age would do. I don’t even want him. I’m just trying to distract myself from thinking about Zayn.
I can’t, though.
*TO: Zayn
Hey, what are you doing tonight?*
I think for a moment before sending it, but before I can logically explore the pros and cons, my thumb hits send. I’m nervous as to how he’ll take my question, but I can always handle it according to his response. I keep glancing at my phone, leaving the iMessages up and I see that he begins to type. Then, he stops. Then, he starts again. He must be contemplating what to say. This could go one of two ways.
*FROM: Zayn
Watching movies at home. Is something wrong?*
Or it could go both ways and now I have no clue how to take it. I have to play my cards right.
*TO: Zayn
No, I just don’t really want to be home and I don’t know anyone else but you who has their own place.*
*FROM: Zayn
You can come over if you want.*
His response is so much faster this time. Now I need a sob story so it isn’t weird that I want out of the house. I’ll think of something. I have to go home and pretend to go to bed first. Actually, I’ll tell dad I’m staying with Chloe and when Harry drops me off, I’ll walk to Zayn’s without even seeing my dad.
Perfect.
LOUIS’ P.O.V.
Excited.
Nervous.
Anxious.
I can’t decide on one emotion, but all three sum up how I feel right now. I glance back at my phone and stand by my front door.
*FROM: Em
I’m at Chloe’s now*
That means Harry should be almost home. That’s my cue to leave.
I was relieved when Emma told me she was staying at Chloe’s and that made me feel guilty for a moment. I push that thought aside, though, and finally brave up enough to open the door.
My hair is done properly and I’m wearing a pair of dark grey skinnies with a light blue button down shirt. I feel much more confident than I did when Harry was here earlier, but I’m still self-conscious. Fuck, I’m an old man compared to him. Maybe he won’t like me so much when he realizes that.
Then again, he knows I have a teenage daughter, therefore, my age is pretty much out there.
“Calm the fuck down.”
I don’t mean to say that out loud, but I’m really a wreck.
I drive with the radio on quietly, not wanting to sit in silence with only my thoughts. Harry’s house is fairly close and I make it there in less than ten minutes. I park a couple houses down just to be safe and walk in the dark to the address he slipped to me earlier this evening.
I stand at the door and realize I haven’t taken a proper breath since I got out of my car. I breathe in slowly and out quickly as I knock lightly on the navy blue door. I tuck my hands into my tight pockets and hear some stumbling moments before the door swings open. Harry is standing there, in the same perfect outfit as before, only the buttons of his flannel are undone a bit more. In fact, it’s hardly buttoned. He looks so good.
“Hey, Louis. I’m really glad you came.”
He steps out of the way and I nervously step into his home, knowing I’m going to regret this at some point.
“Thanks for taking Emma to her friend’s house. I know Chloe lives a little farther than we do-”
I slip my shoes off as I speak, trying to make small talk without being too awkward.
“Chloe? I took Emma to your house.”
My eyebrows scrunch together in concern and confusion as I turn to face Harry.
“What the hell are you talking about? She said you took her to Chole’s.”
HARRY’S P.O.V.
Fuck. He hasn’t even been here two minutes and I’m screwing it all up. Should I lie?
“Uh, I took her to your place. Maybe Chloe picked her up?”
Louis shakes his head in thoughtful debate.
“No, she never came inside. She just texted saying she was there.”
No, I can’t let this happen. He can’t leave.
“I’m sure she’s fine then. I know she’s your daughter and all, but she’s a good girl. Whatever she’s hiding can’t be that big of a deal.”
I don’t know if I can get through to him. I don’t know what kind of dad he is.
“Maybe I should call her and find out where she is. Her mum would kill me if-“
As he speaks, I slowly move closer to him. I know I’m overstepping my boundaries, but I’ve been waiting for this all week. I rest my hands on his waist, letting them rest on top of his hips while I speak softly into his ear.
“Shh. Text her and if she replies, you have nothing to worry about. Then, we can have a little...fun.”
What has gotten into me and when did I become so bold? The few shots of tequila I had before he showed up might have something to do with it. I’m still proud of myself for taking charge.
“Okay?”
Louis doesn’t say anything. He gulps and slowly nods his head while my fingertips lightly trail up his sides. His shirt rises a little as I slowly guide him to the wall separating us from the kitchen, pressing his back against it. I brush my lips over his, only letting them touch momentarily before pulling back and taking in his appearance. His eyes are shut and his lip is quivering from my touch. I grin to myself and press my hips into his, holding him in place while I gently interlock my lips in his. The way they fit together is too perfect for words and I feel butterflies in my stomach as if I’ve never touched anyone this way. I suppose I’ve never kissed someone like this; so purely and sweetly.
When he rests his hands on my bum, however, all bets are off and the kiss becomes much more heated, tongues dancing in a war for dominance until I give in and fall deeply into his lips. A moan escapes my throat as he slowly grinds his hips upwards, moving his hands to all the right places. When I move my lips to his neck, he arches his back beautifully, forcing his groin into mine further until I’m whimpering against his skin.
“Wait, Harry-“
I pause and perk my head up so that it is lined up with his.
“Yeah?”
“Let me text Emma and then, can we like... talk first?”
Talking sounds intimidating, but I’ll do anything for this man to not leave my house. This man that I don’t even know.
“Of course.”
I pull my body away from his and let him out of my suffocating grasp. He pulls his phone out and focuses on the screen for a moment before turning back to me, yet keeping a few feet as distance.
“Alright, we can go wherever you want.”
“My room.”
I wink and turn to the stairs, Louis just behind me.
I really don’t know where this is going, but so far, Louis Tomlinson is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me.
Notes
Hello!I'm sick.. well I stayed at my friend's house and she has a bunch of cats which I'm allergic to, so now I feel awful... but I've finished this while writing throughout the day. Sorry if it didn't cover everything you wanted (ahem Harry and Louis alone time) but the next chapter will <3 I promise. I just wanted you guys to get a bit from Emma's pov because she's important in this story as well!
Hope you're all doing well :* Message me if you ever need to talk! xx
Pls update this story is AMAZING
12/26/15