"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."


12. not yet

The music was stopping and groups of people were heading back to their tents. Liam kept his hand strongly on my waist, the first appearance of his control over me. We were crossing the dirt road and I accidentally hit someone with my shoulder and I stopped.

"Sorry," I said and as the girl turned around I noticed Jessica. "Jess?"

"Boston," she said and then looking away from me and up at Liam she shook her head and turned away.

"Jessica!" I yelled after her. I wanted to run after her but for some reason I stayed right next to Liam, and it wasn't just his hand that was keeping me there. Jessica never turned back and I stopped yelling, seeing it as hopeless.

"She doesn't like me," said Liam. I didn't say anything and Liam saw my depression. "A tattoo is not a chain. You can go," and then he left me go and muttered, "I've already made my mark."

"Stop," I said to him as we continued to rant in the middle of the street. The others walked around us and some looked but others kept on their way. This was normal festival attitudes, couples breaking up, fighting. It stopped me, the thought. "Are we considered a couple?"

He quickly looked away from me. 

"Liam, answer me. Do you consider us a couple?"

He refused to look back, making me even more pissed off. 



"Answer the fucking question."

"It scares me," he said simply.

"What does?" 

"Loving you. Calling you my girlfriend. I think you deserve better, and when this festival is over, you'll go back to America and find someone else."

"So you think I would just let you tattoo my body and walk away? You must be insane."

"You must be insane to actually let me tattoo you." 

I stopped. He was right. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't making good choices. 

He exhaled, "Please stop trying to outrun me."

"What do you mean?" I quickly looked at him. 

"Stop trying to read my mind and figure out things before I can even make sense of them."

"Figure what out?" 

"How I want to love you," he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me close. "Touch you," his face got closer and soon his voice was a mere whisper. "Kiss you. Fuck you."

Shivers ran up my back as he smiled against the skin below my ear. 

"Fuck," I whispered.

He chuckled. "If we weren't standing in the middle of the road I would take my hand and place further down." His hand moved down and stopped at the bottom of my waist. 

"Oh fuck, don't stop," I muttered as my hand tightened around the fabric lining his bicep. 

"Mm," he hummed. "I wasn't planning on stopping."

I looked up at him and desire filled his eyes. A hungry desire.


Liam stopped and opened a bus door. "The tent is packed with people. This is empty."

I looked away from him and at the stairs of the bus. I stepped ahead of him and entered the cool bus. He closed the door, I heard the automatic locking and then he was behind me. Pulling my hair to one side and placing kisses up and down my shoulder. 

I extended my neck, closed my eyes, and let him devour me as his fingers escaped to untouched areas. 

"Don't open your eyes," he whispered huskily into my ear. 

"Okay," I breathed. 

He placed his hands underneath my arms, below my elbows, and walked forward. It was a straight path and then a sudden stop as he turned me around. "Don't open your eyes," he repeated and I nodded. 

I felt his hot breath on my skin and his fingertips at the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up over my head. Without seeing, my instincts, my other senses grew higher. Everywhere he touched it tingled, creating bumps in part sensation and part desire. 

His fingers unbuttoned my jean shorts and he let them fall to the floor. I had no idea what he was going to do next, my bottom lip dropping as I moaned against his touch. His hands were on my thighs and I gasped as I felt his lips over my hot center through my panties. 

"Fuck," I groaned as I became weak at the knees and he steadied me by placing his hands on my waist, keeping me balanced. 

"Tell me to keep going," he said and I nodded. 

He pulled my panties to one side and he blew warm air over my most sensitive skin before his tongue escaped over my lips. 

"Ugh," I spoke into the air. 

He stopped for a second and I grew upset before he spoke, "Lay down."

I reached behind me, trying to feel a bed and I did. The soft comforter as I lay down, my bare back hitting cotton. I was oblivious, but I wanted more and he gave me more.

My leg was over his shoulder as he placed his hand over the inside of my other leg, taking me to extreme lengths, keeping me open for him. My lips spread, my clit visible and he placed his mouth over me. 

I almost yelled in pleasure as he started to suck and pull on my clit. I wanted more, I craved it and I heard him chuckle against me when I placed my hand on the back of his head, pushing him further. His tongue slid in and out of me and my back arched as I tightened my other hand on the comforter. 

I was grinding against his lips, not caring that my freshly marked tattoo was rubbing against the cotton, making it slightly painful. It was only him, touching me, exploring me, and I didn't want him to stop. 

Then he did. 

Right before my climax, right before my orgasm, right before everything. 

"Don't stop," I moaned, trying to regain the pressure of him on my center. 

"Open your eyes," he said. I did, and he was laying over top of me. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. "You taste good," he smirked. 

"Why are you stopping. You knew how close I was."

His smile grew wider, "I did. I would've given you a couple more seconds."

"So why did you stop?"

"Not yet," he whispered before he sat up and got off the bed. 

I sat up as well, not bothering to cover myself, but growing more and more pissed off. "Not yet? Weren't you the one pushing this?"

He placed his hands on the bed, leaning forward over me. "You're a virgin."


He raised an eyebrow. "I would like to be inside of you when you experience your first orgasm."

I leaned back, "Well you are out of luck, I've orgasmed before."

"No you haven't, well not properly." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"You haven't orgasmed with someone or something inside of you, so therefore your muscles tense around nothing, creating no experience. No feeling."

"Show me," I was pushing him and I knew he didn't like when someone else had the commands. 

"No." He leaned off the bed. His facial features were upset and confused. He was thinking and the way he looked it didn't look like it was anything happy. "Get dressed…before the others come." 

I watched him for a second as he left the room and towards the kitchen area, placing his hands on the countertop, trembling.

I bent down and picked up my clothing after adjusting my panties and pulling up my shorts. Once I was fully dressed I walked out to him.

"Liam are you okay?" I asked him, placing my hand on his shoulder. 

"This was a terrible idea," he muttered almost inaudible. "Harry was right."

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