Trapped With the One and Only... Louis Tomlinson.

When we first met, we were at a party. I guess that's just what we are... The party couple. But tonight, everything went wrong. I asked my boyfriend to pick me up, not knowing he was drunk, and now were trapped in a ditch. We don't have our phones, we have no food... And just to make it even worse... I'm three months pregnant.


15. What

I woke up seconds before Louis, only to quickly drift back into sleep. I was tired. Very, very tired. 
Louis hard a different idea, apparently. His lips brushed against mine, and he obviously thought I was asleep. So he kept kissing me sweetly. I held my eyes closed and didn't move as his body straddled over mine. His hips grinder into mine softly before he kissed me again, more intense this time. And I let my imagination roam, brining me back to my night with Harry. Everything Louis did to me reminded me of Harry. From the way that his lips felt, to the way he moaned. Still thinking of Harry, my body began to react to Louis movements. My hips moved in time with Louis, my lips parted and gasped for air when he kissed my neck, and my hands grabbed fistfuls of the coat beneath me. I felt him harden slightly through his pants and my eyes slowly opened.  "Har-Louis?!" I threw his body off of mine and pulled my shirt back down over my stomach. "What the fuck are you trying to do?" He smirked in response and licked his lips. "I don't think I have to answer that." 

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