source site Liam's eyes are filled with disgust, anger, sadness, betrayal. His eyes shift from Louis to you, his arms ball into fists. Not just any guy.
One of my BEST friends?! I got caught up in the moment Louis sits in silence, guilt. Maybe it wouldn't be that way if you took more respect in yourself! Suddenly his face softens. I know I'm all fatherly sometimes You don't need to do that You look at him, your eyes welling with tears. I'm so sorry," you murmur. Just stares off into space, his cheeks red.
You walk over to Liam and wrap him in a hug. He doesn't hug you back. I can't deal with this right now," Liam says gently, stepping out of your embrace. I think it's best if you leave," he says silently. You wipe a tear from your eye and nod slowly, stepping off the tour bus. What have you done? You lean against the cold metal of the bus, not sure where to go.
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A few moments later, Liam steps outside and walks over to you. I thought you kissed him.. Louis lied for you. He lied for you. You nod, going along with it. You nod and hug him quietly, this time he hugs you back. I kissed him first. Licking your lips, you looked up at him and nodded with a sweet laugh. It sounded painful almost, but when you did release him and look up, you could tell it was everything, but.
It seemed every time you and Zayn saw one another again, this was the inevitable outcome. Your back pressed hard against a wall and his breath coating the side of your neck while he tried to work his way into you, ripping only the article of clothing off that needed removing. You had been friends for years, but the connection seemed to have grown the older you both got.
One hand between your legs, he moved closer up the skirt of your dress and fisted your black underwear to the side. With his index finger he stroked it once, twice, and then once more before smirking to himself. His growing mound was concealed, but you could tell it was growing tighter and tighter against the fabric and needed release. Zayn removed his finger from inside you and offered it to your mouth while he unzipped his pants, freeing himself and moved your legs further apart, just slightly, and wrestled his way inside you.
The boys teased him that he might start worshiping it soon or try to eat his breakfast cereal off of it. Ever since Harry had realized that it was a giant mistake to confide in Louis and Zayn that he had had been having dreams about it.
He decided from now on to keep it to himself, but it was the morning of his birthday and you had told him the day was all about him. You had presents tucked away in your suitcase for him and a surprise party planned with the help of his sister, but he just wanted some alone time with you.
He said you two could go get breakfast after, but for now he just wanted to lie in bed with you. However, lying in bed with Harry, even if you were watching television, almost always turned into ardent and animalistic sex. He had both hands on your behind while he moved a little bit faster, shorter and sharper thrusts, and he watched as you looked over your shoulder back at him.
This is my favorite position to have you in.
They should have been ripped by now considering how hard Harry was starting to go. It was just something he fantasized about…a lot.
Harry worked his way up to it, slowing down his pace and taking more considerate strokes, longer but shallower. He took a deep breath and gripped your hip with one hand while reaching under with the other to rub your clit furiously with three fingers. He grunted before pushing himself all the way in, your head moving back and hair flying as you tensed up around his cock.
It feels so good. He fucked you hard, always making sure every inched of himself was considered. He pulled out of you, his dick shining from your wetness, and moved you onto your back so you could reach up and stroke his dick while he fingered you to orgasm. The sun was beating down on your face, creeping through the curtains and forcing you to wake up. You lean in and kiss him, and he doesn't pull away.
His hands are tangled in your hair, your hands are running across his abs, his arms. He must've just gotten on the bus.
You'd been venting to him about your parents possibly getting divorced and all he said after was "Oh. I'm sorry," before trying to seduce you and get you into the bedroom. I can't help it if your parents are getting divorced! I was just trying to take your mind off it with some You roll your eyes. You slam his door behind you and run outside.
Liam's outside on his scooter and he sees you sobbing. Aw, come here," he says softly. He drops the scooter and wraps you in a hug. You cry, leaving tear stains on his shirt. He rubs your back softly and you both sit down on the sidewalk and he lets you vent. But it isn't your fault. They both still love you, I know it. All you needed to hear.
A shoulder to cry on. A sweet and caring person to listen. Liam's hand lingers on your cheek as he wipes away a tear.
You look into his deep brown eyes and lean in to kiss him. The kiss is gentle, soft, but both of you move closer to each other, his hands are tangled in your hair, your hands are pulling his hoodie strings closer to you. You don't own me," you snap. You shake your head, your eyes filling with tears. You sniff and tell him the whole story.