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"Louis I-" He starts again, but I cover his mouth.
"Just call him, I have his number!" I pleaded, and he sighed; peeling my hand off.
"Alright, I'll call him."
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The revolution of his surrender put great relief in my system, then again a blossom of fear.
What if he called Carson and something went dreadfully wrong? Well not much could nessicarily go wrong considering they were miles upon miles away, and talking through an device.
Yet, Carson didn't take well to detogary insults.
"Good." I sigh, my hand still gripped by his. "But I request your audience in case he attempts to make a false claim against me." Harry informs, releasing my hand from his as he held out a flat palm for my phone.
"Number is in the C's." I mutter, slipping my phone out of the waistband of my sweats, and placed it in his hand.
"I really should be bashing him in, a phone call is to formerly, and will be taken lightly by the ignorant bastard." Harry grumbles, plodding over to the couch and plopping down as he began to scroll through my contacts.
"Sit Louis." He said. Patting the empty space on the couch next to him. "Sir yes sir!" I chuckle nervously, my stomach doing sumarsaults as I sat down, and dug my nails into the fabric of the couch when he copied the number into his phone from mine and hit call.
"I'll put it on speaker." He said, holding the phone between his index and thumb as he presed the microphone button to change the settings to speaker. The both of us remained silent, me breathing deeply, and Harry clenching his jaw.
After the fourth ring the click of the phone being answered alerted us he was on the line. "Hullo?" Carson yawns, the hum of the microwave in the background, followed by kernels popping. "Guess what arse hole it's the boyfriend." Harry growls, sitting up straight as Carson fell silent.
"Why are you calling my phone? How did you get my number?" He depands, the groggy tone dropping as the microwave beeped.
"How I got your number is none of you damn concern. I'm calling to drop you a friendly warning you scumbag, if you ever fucking hire someone to harm my Louis again, I will beat the shit out of you then repeat the process. Are we understood?" He said calmly, yet if you were looking at him you could tell he was on the verdge of going a mass killing spree.
The look on his face scared me to be honest, it didn't seem like him, I had never seen him this upset before. Nor had I heard him curse so much as he had in the past five minutes.
"I didn't pay a dime to anyone to harm Louis." Carson retorted, his tone sharp as he took deep breaths. "Liar!" Harry shouted, jumping to his feet as his grip tightened on his phone.
"Louis told me about all of it. How the hell he found out I have no idea, but I believe him because he wouldn't lie about that stuff." Harry growls, his body tensing then untensing as I sat crossed legged on the couch with a pounding heart.
Harry looked really scary right now, it was actually unbelievable that he had the capability to do so considering I wasn't easily intimidated.
Then again, it was kinda cute.
"What make you so certain Louis wouldn't lie to you?" Carson demanded to know, and I felt a bit insulted at the infered slander. "Because he showed the proper emotion in his voice, and he wouldn't lie to me about something like that because he loves me." He responded, his jawline sticking out sharply as it clenched even more.
"He only loves you because he's your boy toy. Stop using his innocence and naive demeanor against him, your confusing him." Carson sneered, and at that I nearly jumped up to defend myself and my feelings but Harry beat me to it as the color of his eyes became deadly.
"I know he loves me for me, and I sure as hell love him! I've never been so smitten before. Try all you want, but he's mine. I'm lost with out him, and can't feel my heart beating with out him. So shut the hell up!" Harry shouts, his volume raising as I felt my stomach flutter with butterflies and aniexty from nerves.
"You might think you love him, but I call it a sick obssession. One I'm going to do something about as soon as possible." Carson retorted, then the phone beeped as he hung up. "NO YOU WON'T!" Harry screamed at his phone and threw it hard on the ground before storming out of the room as I sat there in silence.
"You might think you love him, but I call it a sick obssession. One I'm going to do something about as soon as possible." That was what he had said.
Was that a threat? Words I should be worried about? This phone call had definately not gone as planned. Sucking in a slow breath I slid off the couch and walked after Harry.
He was on the balcony, kneeding a pillow agressively in his hands as he muttered a long string off cuss words, his brow furrowed, and eyes dark. "Harry?" I asked softly, lingering near the entrance of the doorway, starting to feel a little shaken up from the conversation I had overheard.
Harry truly needed me, and Carson truly depised the thought of us being together. That threat, it sounded like something I should be worried about. "I-I'm fine." He choked out, his throat tight as the pillow tore slightly at the seams.
"Don't lie." I warn, his voice making my heart twist because he sounded so upset. I was also really angry at the accusions Carson had made at Harry; those were harsh, to harsh. I knew Harry wasn't obssessed with me, and I knew in my "innocent demeanor" that I wasn't Harry's boy toy.
"You k-know he's wrong right?" Harry asked, fear showing in his features that I might've taken the words to heart. "I know baby." I coax, holding out my arms for him, wanting to comfort him before I became angry and called Carson back to exchange my own words.
Harry suffered so much, needed a relief, but Carson had to be a nasty little twat and make him feel bad.
"Sorry if I scared you. Y-You looked a little nervous." He sighs, wrapping his arms around me and engulfing me into them as I buried my head into his chest.
"I was just nervous about you two talking in general." I mumble, the scent of chlorine lingering on his skin as his chest fell and rose a bit faster then normal.
"Sorry, but I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing that bastard hurt you and no one spoke in your defense." He sighs, pulling out of the embrace and brushing some hair off my face with his finger tips.
"So soft." He whispered, letting his fingers trail down to my cheek, and he cupped it softly as I nuzzled into it. "What? My girly hair?" I joke, and he laughs. "It's not girly yet, but another inch and you will definately resemble a female." He teases, pinching my cheek affectionately as a sudden thought accured to me.
What had I done to deserve someone like Harry?
I mean yes he had his flaws, bad temper, the tendency to overreact, horrible morning breath, and snored like a pig. But what had I done in my life to deserve this sweet, gentle, protective, affectionate boy, one who had labled me as his angel and put me in front of everything else importent in life?
There it was again, the little feeling of a bubbling explosion in my stomach.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, biting his plump bottom lip as his eyes shifted back to their beautiful green. "I just, I'm not sure what I did to deserve you." He then snorts at this as he pulls his hand away.
"If there is anyone undeserving of Louis William Tomlinson, it is definately me. Harold Edward Styles of Cheschire, England!" He announced, stepping back out onto the balcony with his arms spread out wide and I laughed.
"Harry, shush." I said, following him out as he then turned his back to me and cupped his hands to his mouth. "I'm in love with Louis William Tomlinson, and he gives me hope because he's all mine!" Harry screams, throwing his hair back which caused the breeze to ruffle his curls as I felt a wide grin appear on my face, and I jumped on my back.
"Here that ladies! He's a boy's, man." I shout, and Harry laughed as he gripped my thighs and I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my chin on his head. "Well said Mr. Tomlinson." He said, the cool air tickling me skin, but honestly I felt great.
I could feel the pressure of the Carson drama slip away in the moment as my body became peaceful.
"I like balconies, I've always thought them to be a perfect honey moon must." I then find my lips saying, that thought suppose to stay concealed but it was to late to take it back. "If we get married I'll make sure there's a balcony in each room." Harry sighs, his tensed body finally relaxing as my stomach bursted into a flurry of surprised.
I hadn't been expecting him to answer with that, though honestly he had seemed to be mention marriage and such alot lately. I was begining to wonder if it was on his mind? Which would be funny in way considering how long we've been together.
Yet the thought of it made me nervous, it was a subject I didn't feel ready to approach to soon in this relationship, even though my body reacted in wonderous ways to the mention of it, but I covered those feelings with humor.
"That's if we get married. You never know what could happened the next day, one of us could drop dead!" I chuckle, making pretend choking noises as Harry instantly tensed.
"Don't say stuff like that!" He suddenly snapped, his finger tips digging into my thighs, and I was lowered down onto my feet before he stormed off the balcony; leaving me in surprise.
I hadn't been expecting him to react like that! Then again, I forgot he had depression, and could be sensitive to certain things. Like the mention of one of dying, specifically me. Sighing, feeling a bit guilty at my attempt to be funny, I brushed a hand through my hair then decided to go eat something because I was starved.
Chewing my bottom lip I walked off the balcony and into the kitchen where I retrieved a tub of mini vanilla ice cream then made my wa over to the couch where I sat down and turned on the tv.
I could hear Harry shuffling in the bathroom, water turning on and off which meant he was probably cleaning up from our little gym date. Shaking my head I peeled off the cap then greedily dipped my spoon into the cold treat as I settled on Spongebob.
For the next five minutes or so I just sat there, eating away my lingering worries, and laughing at Patrick while him and Spongebob caused choas once more.
"Ouchie!" Harry then yelped, and I heard a bang in the bathroom which made me immediately jump up as I carried my delicious ice cream over to the bathroom door, sucking some off the spoon as I knocked.
"Harry? You okay love?" I ask, the 'love' rolling off my tongue a little easier. "Nooo..I cut myself..." He whines, unlocking the door. Cut himself? Feeling a small twinge of fear that he had self-harmed, I pushed open the bathroom door in fear of seeing something scarring, which I did, but on a different level.
Harry was sitting on the bathroom counter, in nothing but his boxers, and he was shaving his legs with a light green razor.
Oh my gosh.
My eyes widdening I took another bite of ice cream as I stared at him for a moment, then began to laugh. Laugh really hard. "If I hadn't seen you naked I'd definately question your gender!" I wheezed, wiping at my eyes as he stuck out his tongue.
"Arse." He pouts and I heave trying to calm myself down. "I can't believe your mum was serious about the shaving!" I exclaimed, wishing I had my phone so I could snap a picture of him, but it was unaccessible right now for it was in the living room.
"Hey don't be mean mum, this is the real me." Harry grumbles, sounding like a twelve year old girl as he smirked. "At least choose a more manly color, one that matches with your butterfly." I tease, ducking when he swung out his foot to whack me, and I scooped out another bite of ice cream into my mouth.
"Tomlinson." He warned, amused as he put the razor down and slid off the counter. "Hey if you want to have legs like Megan Fox that's your problem not mine."I say, holding up my hands as I licked off my spoon and he bit his lips.
"Damn right." He says, his eyes following my tongue as I cleaned off my spoon and scooped up a fresh bite. "Do you normally cuss alot?" I ask, noticing his vocabulary had seemed to lesson it's knowledge in the past couple of hours.
"Yes. I swear like a sailor but continued the shit words to make you think I was more sophisticated, but I can't anymore." He informs, and I nod.
Wow.
Fighting the urdge to cuss just to protect me? That was pretty impressive considering I had rarely heard him cuss until now.
"Cute Styles." I say, lowering my spoon to scoop up another bite but he grabs my wrist before I get the chance. "You are aware how easily your simple actions turn me on, right?" He asked, peering down at me as his eyes grew a shade darker.
Okay, I suppose watching someone as attractive as me eat ice cream could be a turn on. I mean c'mon, I'm hot!
"Not until now." I say, squirming slightly in his grip as he grabbed the ice cream, then pried the container out of my hand and placed it on the counter along with the spoon; that he also removed from my fingers.
"Now I almost feel bad for my lollipop stunt." He growls softly, pulling me closer to him as his lips were pressed to my jawline and I took a sharp breath. Wasn't this trip turning into a learning experiance. "I want to use one of my toys on you so bad." He whispers against my skin.
"But?" I ask, knowing there was one by the way his last words were stated. "But I'm afraid that I'm going to scare you if I keep doing the kinky shit on you." He breaths, pulling his lips away as I bit my bottom one.
The kinky stuff didn't exactly scare me, it did make me a little nervous, but that just because I wasn't use to doing stuff like that.
"If we were to use one of your toys, which one would you choose?" I ask quietly. He then smirks as he leans down and presses his lips to my ear, hot breath teasing my skin. "I was thinking about using the plug." He whispers, using a tone that made chills run down my spine.
"What does it do?" I whisper back, my hands hanging at my sides as he grabbed them and laced our fingers together. "Everytime I thrust into you with it at my tip it will hit your prostate and make you come. It's an exhausting experiance." He informs, pressing his lips to my cheek.
I remain quiet for a moment, just allowing myself to enjoy his touch as his lips moved over the skin of my face. It did sound a bit scary actually, so sudden, and repetitive. Then again it sounded tempting, and sounded like it felt really good.
Also Harry looked so eager to pull one on me again that I was afraid of disappointing him by saying no.
"Okay, do it." I say softly, and he presses his forehead against mine. "Are you sure Louis? I don't want you to feel pressured." He inquires, practically reading my thoughts. "It's fine. Honest." I promise, kissing his chin as he smirked deviously.
"Then come with me to the bedroom my love." He coax's, pulling away from me as he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. "Harry! I can walk!" I shout, squirming as he walked out of the bathroom, abandoning my ice cream on the counter, and he whistled as he walked over to the bed and tossed me down on it.
"One moment." He said, ruffling my hair as he walked over to his duffle bag in the closet while I peeled off my shirt to prevent the risk of getting it ripped. Not today Styles. "Ah! Here we are." He announces, holding up a smooth light brown plug.
Oh snap.
"What do I do?" I asked, watching him as he also retrieved a bottle of lube then began to strip off his boxers after resting the items on the counter. "Strip down, this will tire you out double time so I rather not add onto the exhaustion by feeling you up." He chuckles, and I nod silently as I stand up and untie my sweats.
"Will this hurt?" I ask, pulling them down. "Not exactly, it will feel a little weird, but you'll like it." He assures; grabbing his now bare length and smearing lube on it as I tried not to moan at the sight. "Okay, I trust you." I confirm, kicking off my sweats as he then walked over to me, holding the plug, and used his free hand to grab my hips.
"Let me get that for you baby." He growled, dropped down to his knee's and grabbing the waistband with his teeth before pulling it down as I moaned that time. It was so hot when he did that. "Harry.." I breathed.
Nearly whimpering as he kissed over my inner thighs, tip, stomach, chest, collar bones, neck, jawline, and then finally lips. By the time he had pressed his lips hard against mine he was standing and my sweet spots were ailing.
The force of his kiss was harsh, and with in moments we were a tangle of limbs on the bed as he used his free hand to stroke my side and thighs. "Mine, all mine, mine." He mumbled, both of us becoming flushed and breathing deeper as I then decided to leave my mark on him for once.
"I'm yours." I promise, moving my lips away from his as I pressed them to his sweet spot, making him moan as his eyes fluttered shut. "This is how I barcode you." I said softly, biting down on his sweet spot hard and sucking in the sloppiest of fashions as he moaned loudly and thrusted his lube soaked length into my inner thigh.
"Oh. Louis. Shit." He groaned, his fingers digging into the side of my thigh as I swirled my tongue over the damaged skin and pulled away. "Looks good." I giggle, pulling an innocent face on him as he narrowed his lust filled eyes at me and nodded curtly.
"You can be a very naughty boy Tomlinson." He informs, then rolls off me before he flips me over my stomach. "Harry!" I yelped in surprise, the sheets soft beneath my bare chest and stomach.
"Gosh I love this bum." Harry whispered, giving it a squeeze with both hands, causing the burn to tear through me as he then spread my legs apart and I whimpered in antisipation.
"Awww is baby Louis getting impatient?" He teased, then I felt him slip the plug into my hole and I gasp at the feeling.
"That will come out right?" I breath, and he nods as his hands then grip my waist and he lays down ontop of me, his stomach and chest pressed to my chest, and he thrust in his tip causing immediate pleasure to seam through me.
"Ahh." I hissed, feeling his hot skin pressed against mine as lips moved over my neck, an orgasm was already building. "I like this position." Harry growls, then thrusting in hard and I gasped as pleasure flooded through me before I instantly cummed with a soft shriek muffled by me biting down on the sheets.
"Good boy." He coaxs, rubbing my hips bones with his thumbs as he repeated the action, making me come immediately again with another loud cry as I took a sharp breath. "Oh g-gosh." I stammer, my body trembling.
The pleasure from one move was overwhelming, yet amazing. It was scary, but I wasn't about to tell him to stop.
"More?" Harry asked, and I nodded slowly as he thrusted in hard again causing me to scream before having a massive orgasm that inflicted a pinch of pain in my now sensitive member. "Two more times baby." He informs, kissing the back of my neck, but then did the opposite of his words.
He thrusted hard into me way more then two times, ten at least, which caused me to become a mess beneath him. Screaming, whimpering, shrieking, moaning, trembling, until finally his climax had reached and he moaned loudly before I felt warm cum leaking into my now exhausted body.
I must've just lost like all my pounds.
"Mmm..Louis.." He shouts, before then pulling out of me, making my hot, sweat soaked body shiver. "I'm assuming your going to be wanting to go to bed early?" He teased, kissing down the hot skin covering my spine as he pulled out the plug.
"B-But what about your m-mum and G-Gemma?" I stammer, my breathing deep, and body to weak to move. Not to mention my lower departed was pretty sore. "We'll go see them tomorrow, my mum won't mind. They wanted my mum to rest today anyways." He informed, walking over to the draw and pulling out a box of wipes to clean off the plug.
"Are you sure?" I ask, and he nods as he adds. "The doctors told my mum she needed to rest anyways." He assures, putting the toy away and shutting the draw as he walked over to me.
"C'mon Lou.'' He sighs, picking me up off the soaked bed and laying med down on the other one as he used my shirt on my floor to dry me off, then climbed into bed next to me. "Y-Your weren't lying about it b-being tiring.'' I laugh in exhaustion as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
"Shush you, go to sleep my sweet Louis." He coo's, starting to hum softly as I let my eyes flutter shut.
"Harry?"
"Yes my precious Louis?"
"I love you."

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