I decided to take a cab from Lea to Harry's place, mostly because I was really exhausted right now, but also because it was close enough to not be too much money. Who am I kidding? It was a couple of yards closer than my apartment. So I was only being lazy. I didn't normally take a cab there, because I thought it was a waste of money – and it was. Right now I didn't care though. I got my paycheck a couple of days ago and I was tired and didn't want to take the bus.

It was also raining outside when I waited for the cab, it was cold and I got wet since the cab took a lot longer than I thought. Finally in the car I longed for Harry's comfortable couch and maybe a hot cocoa.

I knocked on the door to Harry's apartment, waiting for him to answer. After a minute I heard steps inside and slowly the door opened.

“Hey love, you don't have to knock, just come on in.” Harry says smiling, opening the door wider. His hair is in a bandana and he's wearing a grey t-shirt and his usual black jeans.

“Well, I'm not as comfortable with that as you are.” I say and smile as I shrug my wet jacket off. Harry takes it and hangs it up on the coat hanger just inside the door.

“Do you feel better?” He ask leading me inside the apartment.

“Yeah, it's all good, just a little tired still.” I say and freeze as we step into his living room. On the couch both Niall and Liam is sitting. Oh. “ehm...I didn't know there would be others here.” I say, trying not to show my disappointment. I smile at the guys on the couch.

“Yeah, we're just gonna hang. That's fine right?” Harry look at me with a stare realizing that I might had wanted to be alone. I smile at him.

“Of course.” I walk over to the couch and kiss the guys on the cheek in a greeting. As I sit down beside Niall on the huge couch, Harry comes over with a beer for me. I take it gladly. I really wasn't in the mood for this right now, but I couldn't leave. That would hurt Harry's feelings and he would feel guilty, which I didn't want. I took a gulp of the beer. I know that this will mean that Louis will come. There's no doubt in my mind. So I guess this is happening a little earlier than I would have thought. Remember – anger and ignorance. That's what I'll do.

After a little while comes Zayn and two other guys and it gets a little livelier in the apartment. Beer is standing all over the living room table along with snacks. There is music playing in the background and the conversation is good. When I've finished off my second beer I hear the door open again and in comes Louis. He stops in shock as he sees me on the couch, probably not prepared for it. I think I see relief in his eyes, but I'm not sure. The side of his mouth twitches a little and I avert my eyes, looking back at Liam talking about some game. I pick up my third beer and open it, needing something for my nerves that's now tense. I see in the corner of my eyes that Louis sits down on a chair beside Liam, but I ignore him as best as I can. He greets on everyone but I still ignores him and can feel his eyes on me.

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“Yeah, I don't get why they treat me like that.” Louis exclaim a bit loud a while later in a discussion with Harry. I have heard some of the conversation, listening with one ear on them and one on Niall and Liam.

“If you act like an ass you get treated like one.” I mumble – I thought for myself, but it was louder than I thought and everyone gets quiet. I don't know where my bravery comes from. Probably from all the beers I've drunk plus the glass of wine at Lea's.

“Ohh, buurn!” Niall shouts, laughing. The others chuckle also. I feel my cheeks getting a little hot as I look up at Louis and sees his face getting a little red also. His eyes is burning deep into me, his stare cold. Hurt? No, angry I think. I don't know. He's so hard to read. It's still quiet in the room. His expression never changes. I feel my pulse rising.

I look over at Niall when I realize that he's asked me something. I hear the others trying to divert the awkwardness with conversation also.

“I'm sorry, what?” I ask Niall. I take a sip of my beer, trying to calm my rapid heart. I can't believe I said that. So mean, but still...it's true.

“Are you going home for christmas?” Niall ask again.

“No, I don't think so, I'm asking my dad to come here instead.” I say, smiling and trying to ignore the stare I can feel on me from Louis.

“Oh, that's nice!” Niall say and takes a sip of his beer.

“What about you? Are you going home?” I take a handful of cheese doodles and sit back on the couch.

“No, my parents are going to some relatives, so I'm staying here. I'm gonna go after the holiday instead.” He says and look a little sad. I know how hard it is to live so far from your family, though I haven't done it for quite so long. “It's okey though, because it will be awesome here, we're all celebrating together, except for christmas day.” He says waving his hand around the room.

“That sounds like fun. But you will be alone on christmas day?” I ask, feeling sorry for him. No one should be alone on christmas.

“Yeah, the others will be with their families.” Niall shrugs.

“Hey, you can come celebrate with me and my dad if you want. I don't think we'll be doing anything special, but still. You shouldn't be alone.” I say, taking another handful cheese doodles.

“That's so sweet of you. We'll see what happens.” Niall say and pat my knee. I smile back at him.

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A while later I realize how my hands are covered with orange cheese powder. I decide to go wash it off since it's so sticky, I don't want to wipe it off on my jeans. I excuse myself from Niall and walk to the bathroom connected to the hall, but it's occupied. There has come even more people in the past half hour and the apartment is pretty full. I decide to go into Harry's bathroom in his bedroom, I don't think he'll mind.

I walk through the bedroom and into the big bathroom connected to it, it has both a bathtub and a shower and the sink is huge. It's a very nice apartment he has. I don't close the door since I'm only washing my hands. But as the water is running over my hands I regret the decision when I feel a presence behind me. I look back and see Louis standing in the doorway. I sigh and roll my eyes, looking back at the sink, getting some soap.

“What do you want?” I mumble angry, keeping my eyes on my hands. I frown when I don't get an answer and then I hear the door close and get locked. I look up, looking over at him in the mirror. What is he doing? He doesn't look at me, he looks down on the floor. Why is he doing this? Whatever this is? We shouldn't be in a closed space like this, not alone. My eyes get bigger as I watch him move closer to me in the mirror. I've frozen by the sink, not sure what I should do. Should I yell for help?

He stops right behind me, still not meeting my eyes. I feel my heart beat a little quicker. I don't know what I should do. Should I leave?

“Wh..” I start with a shaky voice. He really has me dumbfounded by this.

“Don't!” His voice is low and hard. I feel my eyes getting bigger by the venom in his voice.

His hands moves up to rest on my hips and my eyes flutter close by the contact. I can feel his breath on my neck and my breathing hitches. Oh shit! I remember that touch. I open my eyes slowly, trying to take deep breaths. My mind getting cloudy. My eyes meets his in the mirror and his is blazing. They're burning deep into me and I almost yelp at the reaction it has on me. I feel my knees getting weaker and my breathing is now fast and shallow. Something clutches deep down in my stomach.

We stand like that for god knows how long. Then by some unknown communication I turn around and his arms wraps around my torso as our lips crash into each other. The kiss is filled with need. My hands find their way up to his hair, tugging on it as I press him closer to me. I do no longer think, I just act on what my body is telling me. And it's shouting pretty loudly that this is so hot. His hands on me feels so good.

His hands caress my back, pulling me closer to him, pushing me toward the sink. The kiss is steamy and craving and when our tongues meet, I feel a shiver run down my spine and a low moan slip from my lips. I want him even closer, even though he's pressed hard against me. I move my hands down his back and start to pull on the edge of his t-shirt. In a second it's laying on the floor and I run my hands up his toned stomach. I've missed the feeling of his abs and chest. I pull my nails through the light hairs on his chest and receives a deep low groan from him.

His lips move down my jaw to my neck and I lean my head back and moan low as his lips trails sloppy kisses down my throat. His hands skim down my waist and under the hem of my sweater, moving it up as his hands move upwards. He pulls the sweater off and I take my hands on both side of his face and pull his lips to mine. His warm skin against mine gives me goosebumps. I can clearly feel his erection against my core and it makes me wet just to know that I can make him this turned on. I pull at the hair on the back of his neck, while his move up toward my breast. He caress them over my bra before getting enough and unclasping the clip and pulling the bra off. He takes one nipple in between his fingers and pinch it lightly. I bite down on his bottom lip, as the feeling shoots through my body.

Holy crap this feels good. I want more. I need more. I trail my hands down his stomach, stroking the v-line a couple of times before moving to his jeans. I pop the button and pull his fly down before I push my hand down his trousers and stroke above his boxers. I feel his length hard under the soft fabric. He groans deep into my mouth at my touch. He has one hand at the nape of my neck, holding me close and one that massaging my breast.

I push my hand inside his boxers and feel the smooth skin of his erection against my hand. I let out a moan at the longing of having him side of me. I've been too sex-deprived lately, of course not counting Harry since I don't remember it.

Louis moves his mouth down to my neck again, nibbling on my skin and running his tongue on the bite afterward. I move my hand up and down on him, while he lightly trust against my hand. He stroke his hands down my body, moving them towards the edge of my jeans. He unbutton them without problem and pull them down to my knees. His hands skimming up my thighs and to my panties. I thank myself in the back of my head that I didn't wear some old cotton underwear today. They were basic black laced, but fine enough.

One of his hands move to my back, holding me in place, while the other lightly stroke the edge of my panties. I give away a little cry of longing and feel his smile against my collarbone. His fingers lightly stroke my core outside of my panties and I feel how wet they are. I lean my head back as the amazing feeling of his fingers shoots through me. He skillfully move the panties aside and let his fingers stroke my core, making small circles on my clitoris. I moan and move my free hand to pull his head up and crash my lips against his. He gives a little more pressure to his fingers and I do the same with my hand that is holding his erection. I hear a deep groan and do it again. He pushes two fingers inside me and I moan loud into his mouth. Fuck this feels so good. I've missed this. He moves his fingers quicker inside me and I start to move my hips against his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out and I cry from the loss of contact. He takes a step back so I have to take my hand out from his pants and then he bends down to pull my jeans off completely. He looks up at me when he's down on the floor, his eyes is blazing and his hair is a fantastic mess on his head. He looks so damn hot. He strokes his hands up my legs, still keeping eye contact with me. His hands lands on my panties and pulls them down slowly.

I breath heavy and feel my pulse hammering in my body. He stands up, his hands on my hips, mine is on his arms as we stare into each others eyes. I see his chest rise and fall in a heavy way too. I stroke my hands up his arms slowly, moving them down across his chest and down his abs. I put my fingers in the hem of his pants and push them down, pulling his boxers at the same time. He kicks them off his feet and I move my hands up to his shoulders.

We gaze at each other and I feel my body hurting from the longing and excitement inside. I bite on my bottom lip to keep the feelings inside and see his eyes flashing down to my lips. He swallows hard before pressing himself against me and our lips move together once again. His hands move to my thighs and pulls me up so I'm sitting on the sink. It's cold against my hot body, but I don't mind. He stands between my legs and I feel his erection against my core. I move forward so I sit just at the end of the sink and he trust against me, making his erection stroke my core and my clitoris. I moan at the contact and pull on the hair in the back of his head. He does it again and again. We both moan at the sensation and the kisses gets sloppy.

“Enough!” I whisper after a while. I need more. I want to feel him inside me, filling me up. He complies and move to my entrance and slowly push himself inside me. I moan and dig my fingernails into his shoulders. He pushes slowly until his deep inside me and stops, letting me get used to him. My breathing is rapid and I'm shaking with desire. He pulls out slowly and then in again, starting to move a little quicker. After a couple of trusts I start to move my hips in response, meeting his trust. He gets the hint and start to move faster. All of a sudden he stops when he's almost out and slams into me, making me cry out in pleasure and shock. He does that a couple of times and I pull his head to my neck as I enjoy the feeling. I feel myself starting to build up and he suddenly stops and pulls out of me.

I look at him in shock and he carries me down and turns me around so I have my back to him. He lifts one of my legs up and push my upper body forward so I'm leaning against the sink. He slowly pushes into me and I moan, it feels so much deeper this way. When he's all in, he lets my leg fall to the floor and he leans forward and grabs a hold of my breast. I straighten myself and lean back against him, leaning my head to the side and his lips finds my neck instantly. He massages my breasts and then he starts to move. I push my hips back and meets his trusts, reaching my hands back over my head and braid them in his hair. He moves in a smooth movement, which feels so good. After a while I want more though.

“Harder.” I moan as his fingers pinch my nipples.

“Gladly.” He mumbles before pushing me forward so my hands rest on the sink. He pulls my hips back against him and he gets even deeper. He starts to slam into me, fast and hard and I cry out. Every trust is met with a little scream from me. Thank god that it's pretty loud music out in the apartment. I feel the muscles in my core start to tighten and soon I'm shaking and screaming with pleasure. I have a hard time standing up, but Louis's arms hold me up as he trust into me a couple of more times before releasing with a grunt.

We stand there, catching our breaths for a couple of minutes and I rest my head against the cold sink. He pulls out of me and I stands up, feeling a little weird. I reach over and pick my underwear up and pull them on. I see Louis dry himself of with a towel before he do the same. I wonder if anyone notice us gone. I quickly pull my clothes on, without looking over at Louis. This feels weird.

I feel my breathing quicken again as realization hits. Holy shit! I just slept with Louis. Again. How can I make the same mistake again? I'm such an idiot.

“This never happened.” I whisper when my sweater is on and I move over to the door. I see in the corner of my eyes that Louis just pulled his t-shirt over his head and I can feel his eyes on my back as I open and leave the bathroom.

Why did I just do that? Why did I sleep with him?

Notes

Oh, it got a little hot in here! *fans myself with my hand*

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