Still Learning

My head turned from side to side as I entered Liam's extraordinarily loud house. Loads of people were there, inching towards the capacity of the house. Friends, family, friends of friends, everyone was there and most of them had consumed alcohol. I slithered through the crowd, the small gift in my hand. The sound of Evan's voice led me to him, surrounded by people as he told some interesting story about a prank he and one of his mates did. Liam spotted me and hugged me hello, taking the gift from my grasp to place it on the table with the others.
"Well done! This place looks great."
"Thanks. Sam, these are my mates, the ones who went to the restauraunt. Here's Perrie, Jade, Niall, Harry, and-Where's Louis?"
"Right here, mate," someone yelled.
My eyes widened with shock as I saw the owner of that voice emerge from the crowd. Black jeans hung on his hips, clinging to his legs and a black t-shirt showed off his muscular torso. His eyes were the first feature that hit me. Those dazzling saphires were familiar along with his messy brown hair and scruffy beard. I noticed his tattoos for what seemed like the first time. At the park they were just black designs, but seeing them up close showed off the incredible detail.
"Well well well," he said with a hint of amusement. "Look who we have here. It's park girl. What's your name, love?"
"Sam," I replied slowly, still unconvinced that this was reality.
"Hi Sam, I'm Louis."
We stared at each other for a few moments and he looked at me like how he did at the park; undressing me with his eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek, not wanting to say anything I'd later regret. His tongue slid over his lips, his eyes still looking deep into mine. This guy wasn't the same guy I saw at the park. They were the same physically, but I could tell from his behaviour, from his confidence, from the way he kept looking at me with darkness that he was different. The sound of my name disrupted our observations.
"Sam!" a familiar female voice called.
I looked towards the direction the voice came from, relieved to not have Louis' eyes burn into mine. Caroline walked over to us, giving Louis a brief glance before turning to me. She smiled brightly and flipped her nearly white blonde hair to one side. Caroline had started working at the restauraunt a few weeks ago and was very friendly with the male staff. Liam would tell me what the other guys would say about her and they weren't kind words.
"I'm so glad to see you! Come play beer pong with me and some other people."
She pulled me through the crowd before I could decline and I turned my head back one last time to see a slightly disappointed Louis. I followed her as she hastily weaved around all the partying people. We sat on a couch and she leaned in a little too close for my comfort. Her expression was scary, like a doll who wouldn't stop smiling creepily at you.
"Sorry Caroline, but I don't want to drink tonight. I'm working a short shift tomorrow and I really don't want a hangover."
"Don't worry," she waved the invisible worry away. "we're not really going to play beer pong, that was just an excuse."
"Excuse for what exactly?"
"To get you away from Louis of course! You don't know about him, do you?" I shook my head and she sighed a fake sympathetic sigh. "He's got a terribly violent past Sam. He gets in fights all of the time and has a horrible temper. You shouldn't be with someone who's so dangerous, Sami love, but I can understand your curiousity. He is gorgeous, isn't he?"
My eyebrows rose, challenging her to continue to lecture me about who I should and shouldn't talk to. Who did she think she was, pretending to know what was best for me? The attraction in her voice was hardly hidden and I could tell her summary of Louis' background was meant to frighten me away, but honestly I couldn't be less interested. If she wanted Louis all to herself than she was more than welcomed to go for it. I rose from the sofa, Caroline's eyes following my movements.
"Sorry Caroline, but I think I can handle myself, thanks."
Her plastic smile turned into an irritated pout and made a little shriek sound of frustration before storming off somewhere. I scoffed at her childish tempter tantrum and began to walk around. During my search for fun I spotted Evan dancing about like a hyper kid on the climax of his sugar high. I smiled at myself.
"Dreams really do come true," I thought to myself.
As I continued to walk around I accidently bumped into someone. She turned around and I noticed she was cute. Her hair was red velvet and she had big brown eyes.
"Sorry about that," I apologized. "Jade, right?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "and you're Sam?" I nodded to confirm her guess. "Oh good, I'm dreadful at names. How are you liking the party so far?"
"It's really great. I didn't know Liam threw such amazing parties."
"It's his hidden talent. You wouldn't think he was such a party animal with his sensible image, but he does love to party. I think it's because he loves people. The two of you work together?"
"Yeah, I'm a hostess and he's one of the waiters. Sometimes I'm a waitress if I'm needed. Are the drinks in the kitchen?"
She nodded and pointed towards it. I went in that direction and found it was pretty crowded. A crowd of people surrounded a curly haired boy doing shots with a blonde boy. It was close and the fans cheered, rooting for their competitor. A smile formed on my face as I inched around them. I saw Louis leaning against the wall, watching the boys down the alcohol. His eyes connected with mine and he winked before nodding me over. The adrenaline of being so close to someone so dangerous brought me over to him. My hand lifted a cup of red liquid off the table, abducting it from the many identical to it.
"Is this alcohol?" I asked.
"Don't think so, babe. Probably just juice."
Trusting him, I took a sip and let the fruity taste slip down my throat. I didn't taste any alcohol so I continued to drink it, enjoying the refreshing sense it brought me. Louis raised his eyebrows as I drained the cup, an amused grin on his face.
"Sorry," I apologized sheepishly. "I was parched."
"I can tell. You look like one of the lads taking shots."
"It looks fun enough."
"Really?" he asked with a hint of interest. "Should we have our own contest then? You don't have to use the alcohol, but I sure as hell am."
His offer swirled around in my mind for a little bit. A shot contest was one of the things I had yet to cross off my bucket list and at least I wouldn't get drunk. I nodded and he smiled with excitement. Louis left for a minute and returned with ten shot glasses. He set them all down in a line on the table. While I poured the red juice into my cups he poured vodka into his. Our fingers wrapped around the glasses, eyes darting from each other to the drinks repeatedly.
"Three, two, one go!"
I quickly let the juice slide down my throat over and over again. A warm sensation slowly spread throughout my body as I drank the last glass. Louis was already done by that time and I could see the alcohol was taking it's effect on him. By the disorientation of my vision I knew those drinks were alcoholic, but it was too late; I was already being consumed. Sudden giggles erupted from my lips as I saw Louis sway. He was looking at me that way again, his eyes full of want. I felt like I was in a dream, a foggy unreal dream.
"Still the champ!" he yelled triumphantly. "What's my prize?" he slurred seductively.
His arm slipped around my waist and pulled me close into his body. Our foreheads were pressed against each other, eyes connected as if they were magnets. I saw his tongue wet his lips before he pressed them against mine. His lips sucked harshly on mine, his tongue quickly slipping into my mouth to take dominance. One of my hands wrapped around the nape of his neck and the other was shifting my fingers through his soft hair. We heard whistles and broke apart to find his friends staring at us.
"The Tommo is here to get it!" Niall cheered.
Louis gave them the finger before grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs. As we went up each step a tiny voice in my head told me this wasn't a good idea, but my body was buzzing with anticipation. I was attracted to Louis, there was no doubt about it. Feeling him, his skin, his hair, his warmth, was what I desired. Maybe it was the alcohol playing with me or the rush Louis gave me, but this was what I wanted at the moment. It was like I knew this was bad, but couldn't stop myself from doing it.
He led us into a bedroom and closed the door before pushing me against it. His lips harshly attacked my neck, sucking on the spot just below my ear. I gasped as he sucked harder and I encouraged him by running my fingers through his hair. We slowly moved to the bed and I fell on top of him. A giggle came from my mouth, but was smothered by his lips. My hands moved up and down his chest slowly, admiring the definition hidden under his shirt. He rolled us over so he was on top, his body resting on mine. His fingers traced down my hips all the way to the end of my dress. He began to lift it up my leg, but my hand stopped him. Louis lifted his head a little to look at me, a perplexed expression on his face.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Trust me, babe, you'll love it. I'm gonna make you feel so good," he whispered hotly, his warm breath tingling my skin.
With a nod of approval, Louis began to suck right below my ear once more and I knew there'd be a bruise there tomorrow morning. My hands fisted his t-shirt as he lowered my underwear with a single finger. I squirmed at the uncomfortable feeling, but Louis spread out my legs to have access. His thumb rubbed slow circles on my clit, making me moan in pleasure. Slowly, his index finger was asserted inside of me, causing me gasp out. He placed his lips on mine to stiffle my constant moans. My breathing was shaky as he started to thrust quickly. With an addition of another finger his pace quickened.
"Louis!" I gasped out breathlessly.
He immediately stopped and looked at me, his eyes full of concern.
"You alright Sam? Want me to stop?"
I shut my eyes and shook my head, urging him to go on. He continued to thrust his middle and index fingers inside of me as if he had never stopped. The third finger made me wince, but I wanted it to continue, the pain transforming into pleasure. He kept hitting my g-spot, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I bit my lower lip to reduce the noise I was making. His wet lips lightly sucked on my collar bone and I was pushed over the edge. Slowly, he took out each finger as I caught my breath, my chest rising and falling quickly. Even though my eyes were shut I could still feel Louis staring at me. One of my eyes opened and I saw him take his fingers out of his mouth. All of his weight was on his propped arm while he gazed down at me. He looked at me, his features were soft.
"What?" I asked softly.
"You're so beautiful," he said quietly as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
His lips meant mine again, but this kiss was softer than the ones before. He was gentle and affectionate at the same time. My eyes fluttered close, his hand softly careassing my cheek. That's when I snapped my eyes open and quickly broke away. A concerned and somewhat hurt expression formed on his face. His eyebrows furrowed in a confused frown. I couldn't get my mouth to distribute any words, it just stayed open as I began to back away from him. I slipped my underwear back on and hastily got off the bed.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he slowly got up from the bed and came towards me.
"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I need to go."
I turned around and went out the door before he could say anything else.

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