World Cup [larry stylinson a.u.]

19.0

THE KISSING

I have to pull him up a little so his mouth can reach mine and I love having to do that. His small body feels so close to mine and I am already promising myself that this is something I will enjoy many other times in the future. I don’t care how hard it is to make that happen. It will happen.

Even if my attempt to kiss him lasts only for a few seconds, inside of my head it lasts longer. The taste of his lips on mine is absolutely perfect and I think I’m already addicted to it. I’m freaking out because of these thoughts but I don’t care right now.

“Hey, what the hell?” the hottie pulls him away from me.

“Niall, relax,” he quickly tries to stop him and I swear I can see a smirk on his face.

“Guys,” the model breaks in, “Let’s just be adults and let this pass.”

“Are you kidding me?” the Irish douche tries to get me but the tourist is stopping him. Where did his strength come from? He is so tiny. I didn’t know he’d be capable of stopping someone.

“He is obviously wasted,” the model rolls her eyes at me, “He did’t mean to do it. Let’s just drop it. We’ll leave.”

“I ain’t leaving,” the smirk on my face is impossible to erase.

“Can you stop?” she turns to me, “I’m trying to save you butt here, Casanova.”

“You think you are so tough, don’t you?” Niall tries to escape from my tourist’s embrace but he can’t, “How dare you touching him like that?”

“Sorry,” I fake a pout, “I couldn’t resist it. I mean, the guy needs to know what a real kiss feels like.”

“Harry, seriously, stop!” Cara gets serious.

“And what are you going to say about this?” he turns to Louis with a threatening look.

“Leave him out of this!” I raise my voice, “I’m being serious. Don’t you dare blaming this on him. He had nothing to do with it.”

“Let’s leave,” the tourist mumbles, “Come on, Niall. Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere until that bastard gets what he deserves,” he finally escapes from the grip that’s been holding him and runs closer to me but the model gets in the middle of us.

“Stop, the police is right there,” she points at a police patrol just a block away from us, “We don’t want to get deported so let’s just leave this here.”

“I swear of God that if you don’t move away, I’ll punch you,” he threatens her.

“Niall!”

“You are such a coward. I wouldn’t be surprised if you tried to touch a woman,” this guy disgusts me so much.

“You are the one hiding behind a girl and I’m the coward,” he gets as close to me as he can, “You are a dead man. You should know that. I’ll finish you.”

“I’m trembling,” I sound as dismissive as I can.

“Harry, please,” Louis talks to me for the first time in a while and I swear that his voice calms me down.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, “I am sorry, okay? I am wasted. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Are you scared now?” the hottie mocks me, “Chicken! An apology won’t get you out of this.”

“Niall!” he raises his voice to him, “She is right. Let’s be adults!” he turns to me again and I feel the need to kiss him again.

“I am not really sorry,” I mouth to him and he gives me a smile that he tries to hide but I catch it.