Louis Tomlinson Imagines

Friends (dirty)

Credit: One Direction Fanfiction website by Kammy

Dedicated to zainszolo

We pulled up into the drive in front of Louis’ house and he got out of the car and slammed the door and stormed towards the house. I sighed and got out and walked behind him. It started as a good night out with our friends, but something pissed him off.

He was already in the house when I got to the door. I went into the kitchen where he stood, drinking a beer. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned in the door frame, and watched him. He was fuming, and for the life of me, I had no idea what caused it. Louis and I had been the best of friends for almost three years now and I could normally read him like a book, but this night he had me clueless.

“You gonna tell me what’s bothering you, Lou? Or should I just go home?” He snapped his head around at me, his blue eyes blazing at me.

“You aren’t going anywhere, you’re drunk.” He said taking my handbag from me.

“And you’ve ruined a perfectly good drunk, too. I can call a cab, and I snatched my bag back from him. What the fuck is your problem, anyway?”

“My problem!?” he shouted at me, “What the fuck is your problem? I’m tired of having to pull guys off of you every time we go out. Just once, when we go out, can you not have half the club hanging all over you?”

“Why do you care, Lou? I don’t get pissed off at all the fucking selfies you have to take with everyone in the club. You are my friend, Louis…not my boyfriend. I can do what I want.” He threw his beer bottle in the sink, shattering it and causing me to jump. Then stalked over to me, pinning me against the doorframe I was leaning on.

“I care…you have no fucking idea how much I care.” His eyes stayed locked on mine. Suddenly it hit me, he was jealous.

“Louis?” I said softly, “What the…?”

He didn’t say anything; he just took my face in his hands and kissed me, hard. I gasped and he forced his tongue into my mouth, moaning as his tongue slid over mine. He tasted like beer and cigarettes…and something that was distinctly Louis. It was intoxicating. Before I could stop myself, my fingers frantically grabbing at his hair and was kissing him back as desperately as he was kissing me. Our lips parted and we just stared at each other. His eyes were still full of fire. I just stood there, speechless.

“Do you know what it does to me to see some other guy touching you? Touching you the way I should be? Looking at you like you are his, when you are mine?” he growled at me.

“Since when?” I asked. He stroked his hands down my face, over my neck and shoulders, down to my hands.

“Weeks…months…I don’t know.I just know I can’t go on like this anymore. I won’t.” Then he kissed me again. This time not so forcefully. His arms slid around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. Not wanting to let go.

This was new territory but it felt so right. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted this until he kissed me. Now I didn’t want him to stop.

He moved me out of the door and into the living room, our lips barely parting. He backed me onto the sofa and I fell back, his body landing on top of me. His lips moved away from my mouth, leaving wet kisses on my across my jaw and down my neck. He found soft bit of flesh where my neck met my shoulder and sucked and bit my neck leaving a bruise. I moaned and pulled his hair

“Fuck, Louis…” was all I could manage to utter.

“Oh I intend to.” He growled in my ear.