Untouchable
Chapter 8
“What time is your dad gonna be home?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Late. He’s usually out all night.”
He smirked before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him as close to me as possible, and he did the same, only with my waist. Shocks from his touch burned through my entire body, starting from our lips and traveling downwards. The feeling of intensity got stronger as Louis lowered his grip to just below the waistline of my jeans, and pulling me closer so I was pressing against him. Pressing against his crotch, actually. I pulled away slightly and looked at him, who had a big smirk on his face. He wasn’t nervous, at all.
Well, obviously not. I mean, he was 20 years old. He had done things like this before. He wasn’t an inexperienced teenage girl.. like me.
I took a deep breath and pressed my lips against his once again, his tongue prying open my mouth and exploring my mouth intensely. He flipped me around so that I was against the wall, and grasped my thighs, pulling them around his waist. I slid my hands up his torso, up to his shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck so that I was grasping his hair.
He kissed me deeply for what seemed like only a few minutes, but it was completely dark in the house, so I realized it must have been a while. I pulled away and stepped back on the floor, realizing we were still at the front door.
I turned on the light, and we both stared at each other. We were both a dark shade of pink, out of breath and a little hot, too.
“Would you like to stand here and make out all night, or see the rest of the house?” I laughed.
He grinned. “As much as the making out part sounds awesome,” He winked. “Show me around!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that.” I smirked.
I felt oddly out of character. I mean, I could joke around with Louis, but I just felt weird, talking about making out and acting so.. confident. I really wasn’t like this.
Half the time I was confident and flirty, and the other half, I felt incredibly inferior.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. I acted like a tour guide, taking him from room to room.
“And now we will be entering the upper level. Please watch your step as you walk up the stairs.” I laughed.
“You’re such a weirdo.” He laughed, picking me up and carrying me up the stairs, wedding style.
“Which bedroom, m’lady?” He said, looking at the 3 doors in the hallway.
“This one.” I said, pointing.
He opened my door and literally threw me on the bed.
“Lou!” I giggled.
“What, did I hurt you? Baby.” He stuck his tongue out and jumped on top of me on the bed.
He basically attacked me, I was screaming and laughing and he was trying to grab me and tickle me, but somehow we ended up on top of each other, face to face.
He looked at me for the longest time, licking his lips and looking directly into my eyes. I couldn’t last very long until I burst into laughter, breaking the silence.
“Way to ruin to moment.” He laughed, kissing me gently on the tip of my nose.
He jumped off of the bed and began inspecting my room.
“Wow, look at you.” He laughed, looking at a picture of me.
“Hey, that picture’s old!” I said, walking towards the picture frame he was looking at.
“Hot.” He said and stuck his tongue out.
I looked at the picture, it was only from a year ago. But I looked way different. I had glasses and braces and my old dull brown hair, not the rich color I had now. I had acne on my nose and forehead and I wore my hair up in an obnoxious ponytail.
“This was last year.” I blushed.
He scrunched up his nose and tried to hold in his laughter.
“You’ve changed a lot. Thank God.” He said, and I slapped his shoulder. “I-I’m kidding, babe. It-it’s cute.” He giggled.
The way he said it really bothered me. He made me feel like a complete baby.
“Four years isn’t that big of a deal, Louis.” I said bitterly and walked back to the bed.
His face softened. “Oh, babe, I know! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you. Four years isn’t a big deal at all. To be completely honest, I don’t even notice it. The only thing that stops me from forgetting is that we have to be careful around school. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal, really. When you get older, age doesn’t matter at all. My mate is 22, his girlfriend is 28. That’s 6 years, and nobody gives a shit. I guess it’s just the high school thing.” He sighed.
“I still have two more years, Louis, what the hell are we going to do?”
He sat down on the bed next to me.
“We’ll just have to keep it on the down low for a while, it’ll be okay.”
I shrugged. “We’ve only been together a few weeks, and I don’t think I can stand keeping this a secret anymore. My best friend hates me, I’m lying to my mom all the time, we can’t do anything in public…” I trailed off.
He put his hand on my cheek, turning my face towards his. “It’ll be worth it, babe. I promise. On your graduation day, I’m going to sweep you off your feet and kiss you in front of everyone. You can go to college, by then I still might be there too, and we can live together. We can go out on dates and everyone can watch. We won’t have to worry about what anyone thinks. You’ll be 18 and I’ll be 22, for some reason people have a better time accepting that than 16 and 20.” He shrugged. “It’s stupid and confusing, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. We’ll just have to pull through right now. We’re Romeo and Juliet, remember?”
“Minus the tragedy part.” I added. “Hopefully.”
“No, no tragedies. Only a happy ending for my princess.” He kissed my cheek gently.
I looked down and blushed. No guy has ever treated me this amazing before in my life. He was perfect, literally Romeo. I wanted him, and I’d do anything to be with him, I just didn’t know how much longer I could last keeping him a secret.
He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me up on his lap. The kiss deepend as he turned me around, to the point where I was straddling him. He kissed me lovingly, yet lustfully. So much emotion combined with all the passion, the perfect balance. My fingers tangled in his hair, grasping tightly.
“Malory, who the fuck is here?!” I heard my father angrily call from downstairs.
I jumped off of Louis, pulling him off of the bed.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
His grip tightened around mine. “Let me meet him, Mal!” He whispered.
Louis didn’t understand. He didn’t understand how my dad was.
I glanced at the clock, it was already midnight?! Holy shit, I’m dead.
I heard my father’s loud, angry footsteps coming closer.
“You need to go.” I whispered to Louis urgently. “Now.”
He stepped towards the door.
“Are you crazy?” I asked.
“What do you want me to do, jump out the window?!” He whispered harshly.
I glanced over to the window, impressed with his idea.
“Mal…”
“Louis, there’s a shed directly under my window. Just hop onto there and jump down, go out the gate and your car is right there!”
His eyes widened. “You’re serious?”
“Yes!” I hissed at him.
“Malory!” I heard him scream from downstairs.
I swear, my heart stopped.
“Louis, please.” I looked at him, giving him my best puppy dog look.
He rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright.” He opened the window, looking down.
“Bye, Mal.” He whispered, pulling me in for a quick kiss.
“Bye.” I blushed.
He stuck one leg out the window, turning around to look at me.
“Mal?”
“Yeah, Lou?”
“I love you.”
He stared at me, with his gorgeous eyes, lips curled in a small smile. He was literally the definition of perfect. I couldn’t believe this beautiful person was right in front of me, let alone telling me he loved me.
“I love you, too.” I said softly.
His small grin turned into an enormous, cheesy smile. And with that, he turned around and jumped out the window.
“Who is here?” My dad snarled, beer in his hand, standing in the doorway.
I stalled, making sure Louis had enough time to get the hell out of here.
“Here? No one’s here, Dad.” I stated.
He took a step closer. “I saw a car outside.” He slurred.
“No one’s here, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He snatched my arm and yanked me down the stairs, opening the front door and revealing, thank god, an empty drive way.
“W-wha- there was a car there a minute ago.”
“Dad, you’re drunk.” I whispered softly.
“I’m not.” He shoved me against the wall.
“You’re just imagining things.” I whispered.
He let go of me. “Go to bed.”
I scurried up to my room, locking my door. Thank god Louis left in time.
He doesn’t understand what my father is like.
I rolled my eyes. “Late. He’s usually out all night.”
He smirked before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him as close to me as possible, and he did the same, only with my waist. Shocks from his touch burned through my entire body, starting from our lips and traveling downwards. The feeling of intensity got stronger as Louis lowered his grip to just below the waistline of my jeans, and pulling me closer so I was pressing against him. Pressing against his crotch, actually. I pulled away slightly and looked at him, who had a big smirk on his face. He wasn’t nervous, at all.
Well, obviously not. I mean, he was 20 years old. He had done things like this before. He wasn’t an inexperienced teenage girl.. like me.
I took a deep breath and pressed my lips against his once again, his tongue prying open my mouth and exploring my mouth intensely. He flipped me around so that I was against the wall, and grasped my thighs, pulling them around his waist. I slid my hands up his torso, up to his shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck so that I was grasping his hair.
He kissed me deeply for what seemed like only a few minutes, but it was completely dark in the house, so I realized it must have been a while. I pulled away and stepped back on the floor, realizing we were still at the front door.
I turned on the light, and we both stared at each other. We were both a dark shade of pink, out of breath and a little hot, too.
“Would you like to stand here and make out all night, or see the rest of the house?” I laughed.
He grinned. “As much as the making out part sounds awesome,” He winked. “Show me around!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that.” I smirked.
I felt oddly out of character. I mean, I could joke around with Louis, but I just felt weird, talking about making out and acting so.. confident. I really wasn’t like this.
Half the time I was confident and flirty, and the other half, I felt incredibly inferior.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room. I acted like a tour guide, taking him from room to room.
“And now we will be entering the upper level. Please watch your step as you walk up the stairs.” I laughed.
“You’re such a weirdo.” He laughed, picking me up and carrying me up the stairs, wedding style.
“Which bedroom, m’lady?” He said, looking at the 3 doors in the hallway.
“This one.” I said, pointing.
He opened my door and literally threw me on the bed.
“Lou!” I giggled.
“What, did I hurt you? Baby.” He stuck his tongue out and jumped on top of me on the bed.
He basically attacked me, I was screaming and laughing and he was trying to grab me and tickle me, but somehow we ended up on top of each other, face to face.
He looked at me for the longest time, licking his lips and looking directly into my eyes. I couldn’t last very long until I burst into laughter, breaking the silence.
“Way to ruin to moment.” He laughed, kissing me gently on the tip of my nose.
He jumped off of the bed and began inspecting my room.
“Wow, look at you.” He laughed, looking at a picture of me.
“Hey, that picture’s old!” I said, walking towards the picture frame he was looking at.
“Hot.” He said and stuck his tongue out.
I looked at the picture, it was only from a year ago. But I looked way different. I had glasses and braces and my old dull brown hair, not the rich color I had now. I had acne on my nose and forehead and I wore my hair up in an obnoxious ponytail.
“This was last year.” I blushed.
He scrunched up his nose and tried to hold in his laughter.
“You’ve changed a lot. Thank God.” He said, and I slapped his shoulder. “I-I’m kidding, babe. It-it’s cute.” He giggled.
The way he said it really bothered me. He made me feel like a complete baby.
“Four years isn’t that big of a deal, Louis.” I said bitterly and walked back to the bed.
His face softened. “Oh, babe, I know! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you. Four years isn’t a big deal at all. To be completely honest, I don’t even notice it. The only thing that stops me from forgetting is that we have to be careful around school. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal, really. When you get older, age doesn’t matter at all. My mate is 22, his girlfriend is 28. That’s 6 years, and nobody gives a shit. I guess it’s just the high school thing.” He sighed.
“I still have two more years, Louis, what the hell are we going to do?”
He sat down on the bed next to me.
“We’ll just have to keep it on the down low for a while, it’ll be okay.”
I shrugged. “We’ve only been together a few weeks, and I don’t think I can stand keeping this a secret anymore. My best friend hates me, I’m lying to my mom all the time, we can’t do anything in public…” I trailed off.
He put his hand on my cheek, turning my face towards his. “It’ll be worth it, babe. I promise. On your graduation day, I’m going to sweep you off your feet and kiss you in front of everyone. You can go to college, by then I still might be there too, and we can live together. We can go out on dates and everyone can watch. We won’t have to worry about what anyone thinks. You’ll be 18 and I’ll be 22, for some reason people have a better time accepting that than 16 and 20.” He shrugged. “It’s stupid and confusing, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. We’ll just have to pull through right now. We’re Romeo and Juliet, remember?”
“Minus the tragedy part.” I added. “Hopefully.”
“No, no tragedies. Only a happy ending for my princess.” He kissed my cheek gently.
I looked down and blushed. No guy has ever treated me this amazing before in my life. He was perfect, literally Romeo. I wanted him, and I’d do anything to be with him, I just didn’t know how much longer I could last keeping him a secret.
He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me up on his lap. The kiss deepend as he turned me around, to the point where I was straddling him. He kissed me lovingly, yet lustfully. So much emotion combined with all the passion, the perfect balance. My fingers tangled in his hair, grasping tightly.
“Malory, who the fuck is here?!” I heard my father angrily call from downstairs.
I jumped off of Louis, pulling him off of the bed.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
His grip tightened around mine. “Let me meet him, Mal!” He whispered.
Louis didn’t understand. He didn’t understand how my dad was.
I glanced at the clock, it was already midnight?! Holy shit, I’m dead.
I heard my father’s loud, angry footsteps coming closer.
“You need to go.” I whispered to Louis urgently. “Now.”
He stepped towards the door.
“Are you crazy?” I asked.
“What do you want me to do, jump out the window?!” He whispered harshly.
I glanced over to the window, impressed with his idea.
“Mal…”
“Louis, there’s a shed directly under my window. Just hop onto there and jump down, go out the gate and your car is right there!”
His eyes widened. “You’re serious?”
“Yes!” I hissed at him.
“Malory!” I heard him scream from downstairs.
I swear, my heart stopped.
“Louis, please.” I looked at him, giving him my best puppy dog look.
He rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright.” He opened the window, looking down.
“Bye, Mal.” He whispered, pulling me in for a quick kiss.
“Bye.” I blushed.
He stuck one leg out the window, turning around to look at me.
“Mal?”
“Yeah, Lou?”
“I love you.”
He stared at me, with his gorgeous eyes, lips curled in a small smile. He was literally the definition of perfect. I couldn’t believe this beautiful person was right in front of me, let alone telling me he loved me.
“I love you, too.” I said softly.
His small grin turned into an enormous, cheesy smile. And with that, he turned around and jumped out the window.
“Who is here?” My dad snarled, beer in his hand, standing in the doorway.
I stalled, making sure Louis had enough time to get the hell out of here.
“Here? No one’s here, Dad.” I stated.
He took a step closer. “I saw a car outside.” He slurred.
“No one’s here, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He snatched my arm and yanked me down the stairs, opening the front door and revealing, thank god, an empty drive way.
“W-wha- there was a car there a minute ago.”
“Dad, you’re drunk.” I whispered softly.
“I’m not.” He shoved me against the wall.
“You’re just imagining things.” I whispered.
He let go of me. “Go to bed.”
I scurried up to my room, locking my door. Thank god Louis left in time.
He doesn’t understand what my father is like.
3/24/13