Behind The Backstage Doors

Alison heard the last notes of What Makes You Beautiful playing when she was sitting on the backstage alone and texting with Brianna. The next thing she knew was that Louis was on top of her jumping.

"Wow, wow, Louis! Stop," she laughed and then noticed the room was full of people. The boys had just finished their gig and they all seemed to be over the moon.

"A good one?" she asked Louis when he finally calmed down and sat next to her.

"Fucking brilliant! Did you see when Liam fell off stage?" he didn't even wait for her answer and just started to explain every detail of the gig. Alison tried to look interested in his story while she looked around the room. She couldn't help that her gaze stopped on Harry who just entered the room. He was wearing a loose tank top and ofcourse his black skinny jeans like every day. His hair was a little damp probably because the boys had messed with their water bottles on stage. She quickly turned her head back to Louis when she saw Harry turning his gaze towards her.
"You're not even listening to me!" Louis said getting up.

"What? Louis wait," she said but he was already out of the room. She sighed out picking her phone again and typing an answer to Brianna's text.

"Come to the dressing room in ten minutes. I need to talk to you," she jumped a little when she heard his voice next to her ear. She was about to respond him but he had already turned to talk to Niall. Looked like she had to do as told, she thought. She didn't know why she suddenly felt a little nervous as she started to pick her black nail polish. What he wanted to talk about? It was already awkward enough between them and she didn't even know how to act with him. It was hard to keep up with his changing moods.

She talked with Lou for a while before excusing herself and walking in the hallway. She found the dressing room just next to the room where everyone else was and she knocked on the door before opening it.

Harry was standing in the middle of the room and speaking on the phone with someone. He looked like he hadn't noticed her coming in and she coughed a few times to get his attention. He turned his head to look at her and gestured her to close the door.

"Look, Kay. I don't really care what you're gonna do but that's not gonna happen," he lowered his voice so she wouldn't hear but she still did. His words made her curious and she tried to listen to what he was saying but it was hard when his back was facing her.

"...I'm done. Yeah yeah bye," he quickly ended the call putting his phone in his pocket and then turning to her again. She raised her eyebrow at him and he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

"Who were you talking to?" she couldn't help but ask. Her curious taking over her.

"Just a friend," he said while avoiding her eyes.

"Okay then," she said but something was still bothering her. She tried to forget the thought and so she changed the subject. "So, what you wanted to talk about?"

"Stop acting innocent," he smirked and came closer to her. She stepped away from him but her back faced the wall behind her. She almost lost her balance so he took her hand so she wouldn't fall. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him when he laughed at her.

"So you really thought I wanted to talk about something with you? About the weather or politics?"
"Well, the weather is really nice outside so I was thinking about going..." she started to move but he stopped her.

"Alison, I know you want it too," he said while looking straight at her. She couldn't deny that. And because of that she really needed to get away from there before she would do something stupid.

"And that top isn't helping," he nodded his head towards her chest and then winked at her. She looked down blushing and then fixing her shirt and glaring at him.

"I hate you," she said angrily which made him laugh again.

"Okay, I agree. We hate each other but that doesn't mean we can't..." he trailed off, placing his hands against the wall and hovering over her. Her heart started beating faster and her breath caught on her throat. She hated the fact that he was affecting her like that. She didn't know what to do. His lips were so close to hers but she knew she shouldn't. No one was going to find out. Just a little fun.

She crashed her lips to his, placing her hands to his neck. He was a little stunned by her sudden movement but after a second he was kissing her back. He put his other hand to her cheek and other was on her hip pulling her closer. Her lips felt really soft against his cracked ones.

She broke the kiss for a moment to breath. She didn't want to look at him for some reason so she kept her eyes shut when she closed the space between them again. It felt so good to have his bottom lip between her lips again and she sighed out. He seemed to get more excited when she tucked his hair and he moaned into her mouth. After a moment of kissing he moved his lips on her neck and started to suck under her ear.

"No, Harry," she whimpered weakly. She felt like she would collapse on the floor if he wasn't keeping his hands on her hips. "Harry, I don't want any marks," she said this time a little more firmly.

"Too late," he mumbled while his hands were playing with her jeans. Her head felt dizzy and she couldn't think straight. She just wanted him.

"Come here," she said while tugging his hand and guiding them on the little coach that was placed on the corner of the room. He sat on the couch and she straddled his lap.
"Are you sure this is okay?" he asked when she kissed his jaw.

"Don't ask silly questions. I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't," she winked at him chuckling. Honestly she didn't know if it was okay but at the moment she just wanted to let go.

She laughed when he threw her on her back on the coach and climbed on top of her. He moved his hips to hers and she could feel him through his jeans.

"Oh god, I want you so bad," he panted. She shifted so he could tear off her shirt. He kissed her collarbones and then between her breasts before opening her jeans. She brought his face closer to hers and kissed him deep when he slipped his fingers inside her jeans.

"So wet, baby," he didn't know how long he would last because he already felt like he was on the edge just by touching her. She moaned loudly and he quickly silenced her by kissing her again.

"I'm gonna come," she gasped as her back arched. He felt like he wanted to touch her from everywhere at once. For him she was the most beautiful woman ever and now he had her there with him. Even though he wasn't sure if it would happen again.

When she got her breathing steady again he kissed her softly on the lips. He moved his hips against hers and he felt like he couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh... I think... I have a condom... In my wallet," he panted and she pushed his chest.
"Go get it then," she said and he didn't need to be told twice. He got off the couch and searched his bag around the room cursing.

"Here!" he yelled when he finally found it. He took his wallet but when he was about to return on the coach they heard a knock on the door.

Alison froze for a moment to stare at Harry but when they heard another knock she quickly jumped off the coach.

"Hey is there anyone? Could you please open the door," they heard Zayn yelling in the hallway. Alison's hands were shaking when she quickly picked her shirt from the floor. Her knees felt weak when she tried to stand while putting her shirt back on and fixing her jeans. She looked at Harry who was standing in the middle of the room looking pale.

"I'm coming!" she shouted to Zayn and walked past Harry.

"Finally! What took so freaking long. We're going for pints you wanna join?" Zayn asked when he came in and picked his stuff from the floor. Harry and Alison were still stunned but Zayn didn't seem to notice as he was busy digging something from his bag.

"Y-yeah, that'd be nice," Alison managed to say.

"Great! See you soon then," Zayn was out of the room as quickly as he had gotten in. Alison looked at Harry who was standing in the same spot agape.

"Right. Pints then," she said, picking her phone and walking out of the room leaving Harry. When she got out of the building she stopped to lean against the wall and breathed in and out for a minute. That had been close. What she had been thinking even?

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