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LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

chapter 83

louis' pov

"So proud of you" I nod squeezing Harry's thigh.

"You're squeezing it too hard" Harry slurrs lowly.

"Oops" I flinch my hand away.

"I think I should go" niall hurries to the door "don't want to keep her upset" he unlocks the door "happy birthday harry" he shouts banging the door shut.

"You didn't have to remove your hand" he turns his head to look at me, his head still resting back.

His skin glows like a fucking candle right now and if I could just lick his face from his jawline to his temple I'm sure I'd taste sex on his skin. He smells so good. I shift closer feeling the heat of his skin touch me from my side.

"Don't stare at me that way" he interrupts my thought process my body shuddering beside him. "You make me wet by staring that way"

The heat from my face rush to between my thighs, my crotch twitching. What the fucking fuck?

He shifts closer his breath hitting my face. He smells so alcoholic I think I might catch the allergy right away. His face lifts up and he attaches his lips to mine, his hands moving faster than my lips, lacing through my hair.

"You guys should've found a room already" Harry pulls away harsh with his moments.

"It's been time since I told you guys to leave" he says loud and
faster.

"Harry!" I stop him. It's fine if he wants them to leave but this
is not the way. They were the ones who planned all this out. I don't even know where Gemma is right now.

"Yeah. I think we should give you your privacy" zayn stands up. He isn't drunk. He has been smoking all time. "I'll drop
Liam off on my way. He is too drunk to drive" he nods helping
him stand up.

"Don't forget about the match its this Sunday. Front row" Liam laces his hand at zayn's waist holding him.

"Sure" Harry calms down his shoulder blades unclenching.
I stand to lock the door behind them.

Harry's hand holds my wrist even before I could take a step.

"C'mon sit here" he pats his thigh with his free hand "anyway you've been running away from me the whole night" his voice sounds hurt. And I know I hurt him. Even disappointed him.

And I know he is disappointed in me. And maybe that is why he drank too much tonight. I don't know. The house is silent. Silent enough you could say.

"C'mon" he pulls me when I don't reply. I don't know what to reply.

"Harry it--.." Even before I could say anything he pulls me to stand in front of him his knees inserting them between my thighs. "Pull your legs up now" I hold his shoulders for support sitting on his lap both of my legs bent on his sides.

"That's my boy" he holds me by my bum, both his palms squeezing under me.

"Why are you being so distant to me?" He pouts his arm moving up to rest at the small of my back. He's so close to me if I kept my hand at the sides of his face I'd kiss him.

"I'm not being distant. I'm so close to you right now. Sitting on top of you" I stroke his jawline slowly, his lips twitching.

"There is a difference between us, Louis. And a million fucking miles, even when you're so close" he slides his fingers under my shirt drawing circles, goosebumps and heat rushing in my body.

I move my hands to cup his face and he leans in closing his eyes. His hold on my waist tightens and he pulls me close my knees touching the sides of his body.

"You're so small I could cradle you in my lap right now" his voice is so low and slow I could read his lips even if the words didn't come out of his mouth.

"Do it then"

"what?" His eyes open suddenly, his arm holding mine at his cheek.

"You said you would cradle me, then do it" his eyes wander everywhere on my face in such slow motions and then stops when he's looking down at my face, his eyes dark as they ever could become, black with hints of green. he licks his lips his eyes dilating again, and his hands move up to my back pulling
me in.

I kind of knew it was coming. Maybe my subconscious knew. His lips attaching to mine pulled me closer to him his hands moving up to my neck. I burried myself in. Maybe I needed it more than he needed it right now but the passion with what he's kissing me seems like its been ages since we've touched each other. My fingers tug at his hair earning a moan at my lips. The sloppy slow and drunk movements at my lips make me want to go faster but I also want to savour such moments in my memory keeping them, storing them down my memory lane, forever.

He bites at my lower lip pulling me closer than we already are. His tongue glides along my teeth and give him entrance our tongue dancing along to the beats for our heats. My breath is uneven but I don't want to pull away and miss a moment like this. He shifts in his place moving sidewards. Holding my back down to the couch laying me down, my legs wrap around his waist as his body is on top of me.

"Harr-" I choke on my breath almost, my bdg arching up. But his assault never stops, digging me into the soft material of the couch his weight enough to dig through it. "Ha-rry--fuck!" He pulls at my bottom lip his tongue gliding along it. Shit. I think I'll be here for an hour or so even if he pulls away feeling dizzy with what just happened. I don't even want to stop for a breath.

My hands rest flat on his chest his heart banging against my palm I'm sure he can feel it too. Because right now we both feel the same. The heat rising betwen us twitches in my pants. And my head tilts back arching my back when my groin hits his.

"fuc-k!" I pull away immediately his eyes darting open. I don't want to fight the friction I'm gaining but this is not going where I want it to. I don't even know where I want it to go but I'm sure it's going in the wrong direction.

Just because he's drunk he's going to do something he'll later regret or I might regret. I can't take advantage of him knowing he's not ready. No matter what I'm not letting this happen to him. He is too sensitive, innocent to even go through this without his consent.

He closes his eyes dunking his face in another time his lips brush against mine lightly but I turn my face, his lips landing at my cheek.

"What is it?!" He frowns looking at me with his half hooded eyes, his voice audibly annoyed.

I lick my lips before answering, "you're drunk right now. Too much for you to handle" I push him lightly not hurting him but I've hurt him enough this night to not notice the hurt look that has started covering his face.

"So what?" OK so he knows he's drunk but he doesn't know what his brain is making him do.

"So nothing. It's 1:45. Almost 2. Let's go to sleep you have work tomorrow. You can't go hungover" I stand up. He stops me again holding my wrist tight enough at the same bruise.

"What? No loue-" I turn, his fingers dig into my skin. I can't imagine him hurting me in any way that is possible but I'm sure right now his fingers are digging in making the red mark more red.

I try to unwrap his fingers but he pulls me to his knees. "What?! No!" I say firm. "You're drunk enough to do anything you don't intend to do, okay, so just stop already" I remove his fingers completely, walking away towards our room.

I can feel his burning glare on me as I walk away. He stood up too because his slow steps are now faster padding behind me.

I enter in the room switching on the lights.

"Tell me you didn't mean to scold me like that in the hallway" he slurs. Standing right behind, as he takes off his silk shirt. It slides down his shoulder like a feather on silk. I can't imagine me touching his silk, plum skin with my bare hands. It should've been illegal way too back.

"Come to bed Louis, please" his eyes seem so glossy that they're shinning like real emeralds. If only I could...

No! I can't. I can't touch when he's in a state in which he'll accept anything he's told or agree to do anything he's ordered. I can't. I just can't let myself be the one who does this because I know if this goes wrong nobody will be to blame. Me, me and only me. I can't even fucking imagine him being hurt by me. I can't.

He's on the bed, lying topless on his side, his arm supporting his head. "C'mon, c'mere" he pats on my side of the bed.
His skin glows. Fucking glows.

DAMN! If only I had the courage and his agreement. I walk to the bed dimming the lights before seating myself.

I don't want to sleep right now. So I just shift at the back laying my head at the backrest stretching my legs in front.
He looks at me and frowns ,"what? C'mon lie down" he whines.

"Not sleepy yet.." I nod sighing loudly. "But you should sleep, you have work tomorrow" my hands reach his hair. Tangling my fingers in between his curls. His eyes shut immediately, his body shifting closer towards mine, his skin radiating heat. He lays his head down at my lap nudging it.

"One day..." He sighs his hands squeezing my other thigh, "I'm gonna write a song for you" he speaks so slow. If I could look at his lips I'd probably be able to read them or maybe even write them down. It's so slow.

"Why would you wanna do that?"

"That's my job" he props his chin on my thigh, his mop of curls swinging aside. "And why wouldn't I want to write a song for my sunshine?" He yawns, beer so strong in his breath.I kind of don't why would he want to call me his sunshine because I'm not even awake till 11 in the morning. He even leaves office without waking me up. How can I possibly be his sunshine in any way possible? "I don't need a reason" he keeps his cheek flat on my thigh again.

"You yo--" his voice starts to fade as he yawns.

Theres this sudden sound of something crashing and tumbling down and then breaking like a glass on the floor.

Like it got in somebody's way and they just kicked it to the side to let it bang against the wall.

"Who was that?!" His head shakes suddenly on my lap. I don't fucking have a single idea. Maybe Gems.

"I didn't know, harry" I caress his shoulders across his neck his body melting into my touch. I don't know but I feel a little paranoid about the thing. That I just heard.

"You should go and check" his voice is so low and slow I can't even hear it but I know what he's saying. His voice is audible enough for me.

"Lou?" He yawns again and my already loud beating heart is now banging against my rib cage.

"Lou?!" He he stretches the last letter this time. "I just want make sure he's not the sick fuck" he's slurring so bad its harder than before to make out what he's saying. "I just hope its not Nick"

Notes

double updatee!!! the second part of the double update!

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Be safe! Be happy !

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I should be thanking you for writing such an interesting story. I love how its so unique and not like the other typical stories on this site. There much more depth to it. The chapters always keep me on my toes. PS I love love this chapter and Harry is trying to be brave and intimate with Louis.