Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back


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Louis flipped me so he was on top. I was lying on my back on my bed, as I raised my hips so he could help shimmy me out of my dress. His hands palmed at my dress, desperate to get it off. While raising my hips, my pelvis lightly brushed against his erection, causing him to moan deep within his throat.

He tantalizingly pulls my dress off my body. He stops to admire my panties, "so beautiful," he whispers. I leaned forward kissing him, threading my hands in his hair, twirling my tongue in his mouth. He moans and groans when I tug at his roots.

With his lips attached to mine, he pushes me until my back hits the mattress. His fingers found the hook on my bra, unclipping it with ease and throwing it off the bed. He palmed at my breasts before running his lips over my bare skin, licking a trail from my stomach down to the top of my underwear. I nearly screamed when I felt his teeth lightly bite on my right nipple, "fuck Louis." I breathed. My fingers gripped the bedsheets beneath my body. 

I knew he was smirking as he continued leaving wet kisses all over my naked flesh. His hot breath mixed with the cool air left goosebumps all over my skin. When he reached my belly button he looked at my panties, "so sexy," he whispered.

I felt his large hands on my bare bottom as he pulled the underwear off, throwing it carelessly off the bed. I was finally fully undressed and his fingers found my centre. A shudder went through my body when he stuck two fingers in, twisting his wrist ever so slightly. As he pumped two fingers in and out, he leaned down and licked my nipples until I was gasping for air. My back automatically arches off the bed and his lips dart towards my neck.

Then he was over me, fingers no longer in my core. I gasped when his member filled me, his entire body shaking as I opened my legs wide and crossed my ankles at the small of his back. His chest was crushed into my breasts, and I tried rubbing them into him, wanting to feel every inch of his body. Wherever his skin touched mine was on fire.

He thrusted deep and fast. His entire body vibrating. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my head back, the pleasure almost too overwhelming for my small body to handle.

I jolt out of bed in a daze. "Fuck," I curse aloud, running my fingers through my hair. This was the second time I'd dreamt of Louis and each time it seemed as though the dream was more detailed, and more erotic. This was the last thing I wanted . . . I didn't want to dream of Louis. Right now, he was the last thing I wanted to think about. I was still overwhelmingly embarrassed about earlier.

My body is sticky, absolutely covered in sweat. Ugh. I ran my fingers through my hair again. I can feel the wetness stuck between my locks of hair. I roll over in bed and stare at the numbers displayed on my clock. It's late in the morning. I sigh.

I sat up in bed, pushing the covers off my sweating body. Turning my ceiling fan on, I sat on the edge of my bed, grabbing a sip of water out of the glass I'd had on my side table. I got up and walked to the other side of my room where my desk sat and opened my laptop. I decided to check Twitter and Facebook while my body cooled down.

Checking Twitter, I read many tweets about the party. Many talking about how much fun they had. Many more a slur of words which didn't make sense. I logged out and logged into Facebook, noticing a number one beside my messages indicating someone had sent me one. I clicked on it, wondering who it was and scoffed when I'd seen Louis' name. Why should I even read the message? He humiliated me. He used me.

In a moment of guilt, I clicked on the message, opening it up.

 Louis Austin: Hey, Tarin, I know you're mad at me. We really need to talk. You can message me back if you'd like to talk over the phone or we can talk in person on Monday... whatever your choice is, we need to talk. Talk to you soon. x

I groaned. I really did not want to deal with this, but if I had to I was going to wait until the morning when I'd sobered up a little better. I logged off and closed my laptop. 

Heading back to bed, I'd hoped that my dream of Louis would continue . . .

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