Untamable (Dark Louis Fanfic)

I pressed her up against the wall, holding her legs around my waist. I planted kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. I heard her small moan and a smirk grew on my face. I loved the control I had over her. I walked us over to the bed and I set her down, hovering over her. She looked up at me and fluttered her eyelashes. That one innocent gesture made my control snap, and I crashed my lips against hers. She tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging lightly at the strands. I moaned and moved my hands down her sides, stopping right above the waistband of her sweatpants. My name fell repeatedly from her lips as I tugged down the thick, soft material of her sweatpants. She groaned as I returned my hands to her hips, letting my fingers ghost over her skin. I could see the goosebumps raise under my touch, and a shudder ran through her body. She was mine. All mine, and I loved it more than I should've.


7. Stay With Me

I leaned against the car as the guy talked to the paramedics. I saw Zac sitting in the back of the ambulance, and his eyes fluttered open, landing on me. I saw a faint smile appear on his face, and I felt the corners of my mouth tugging slightly upwards. His stare burned into mine, and I was about to walk over to him when the guy appeared in front of me. 

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, tilting his head and glaring at me. 

"Home." I lied. I really didn't know where to go, because I sure didn't want to go home. I was probably going to go to the hospital. The guy shook his head and looked at me intently. 

"You're staying with me tonight." He smirked. I cocked my eyebrows and felt my breathing increase. 

"Wh-What? No I'm not." I took a step backwards, my back hitting his car. Great trapped by this guy again. 

"Yes you are, Alex. You and I both know that you aren't going to go home, and you have nowhere else to go." He stepped closer to me, leaning towards me to whisper in my ear. "You're staying with me tonight." He repeated seductively. He softly kissed the spot right under my ear, and.. sparks? I felt a burning in my stomach, a feeling I had never felt before. My eyes involuntarily fluttered, and a shiver spread throughout my body. What's going on? I heard his amused chuckle rumble through his chest as he pulled back to look at me. 

"Who are you?" I asked him. He lifted his hand to push the hair out of my face, and put his forehead against mine.

"Let's go." He said, his voice slightly colder now. I shrank back slightly and gave a small nod. I turned and opened the door to the passenger seat of his car, climbing in. The guy jumped in, and started the engine, pulling out of the park. I gave one last glance at the ambulance, and sighed quietly. 

The ride was silent for about 20 minutes, and then the guy spoke in a small voice.

"Louis Tomlinson." He sad plainly. I turned to look at him, confused by his words. 

"Huh?" I asked. He turned to look at me, and then flicked his head to the road again.

"You asked me who I was. I'm Louis Tomlinson." He repeated, almost growling. I finally know his name, at least. I nodded at him, and then turned back to the window when a question popped into my head.

"How do you know my name, and how did you get my number?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Louis turned to me with an amused expression. What?

"Your black haired friend told me at the party. He was pretty drunk, and it was easy to get information out of him." Louis laughed. I gaped at him. Zac gave Louis my name and my number? Ugh.. Mental note, slap Zac when he recovers. "Here we are." Louis said, pulling into the driveway of a huge house.

"This is where you live?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My parents are rich bastards, so we just had to get a huge fucking house." He growled. I scooted over closer to the door as his face hardened and then became softer again. "Let's go inside." He opened his door, walking around to open mine. I gave him a confused glance, trying to keep up with his mood swings. He goes from joking to angry in a split second.

We walked up to the front door, and Louis pulled out a key, unlocking the door and pushing it open. I took a step in, feeling a rush of warm air, a nice change from the chilly air outside. I spun in a circle, looking up at the high ceiling, amazed by the size of the house. I thought it was big from the outside, but the inside is so much larger. 

"Wow." I breathed out, realizing that I was holding my breath. I felt a pair of hands rest on my hips, and a warm body press against my back. Louis. He moved the hair away from my neck and planted a soft kiss on my shoulder, the cold metal of his lip ring chilling my skin. The burn in the pit of my stomach made a reappearance, and I tried to keep myself from shivering under his touch. 

"You'll love the bedroom." He whispered into my ear as he grabbed my small hand in his. I gasped as he jerked me forward and up a flight of stairs to a plain brown door. He pushed the door forwards slowly, and pulled me in the room with him. The room flooded with light as Louis flipped the light switch. My eyes widened as I took in the size of the room. The king-sized bed was covered in a black duvet with midnight blue pillows. There was a dresser in the corner of the room, and a large nightstand next to the bed, and a door to the left of the bed led to a bathroom, while to the right of the bed was a big closet. "Like it?" Louis asked with a smirk.

"It's better than my room." I laughed slightly. Louis' amused chuckle sounded behind me, and I turned to him, seeing his dark gaze raking up and down my body. He tore his eyes from my body and his eyes met mine. A mischievous smirk spread across his lips, and he walked over to me, placing his hands on my hips. He looked down at me, his blue eyes piercing mine, and everything else in the room seemed to disappear. He pulled his tongue across his lips, and brought his lip ring in between his teeth.

Why does that look so hot? I don't understand why I'm having these feelings. The burning in my stomach, the shivering, the eyes fluttering. Those are all signs of someone in love, or at least someone who likes someone else. But I can't like Louis. He's my exact opposite. I should hate him, despise him even. But somehow, here I am in his arms. If my mom or stepdad knew that I was even associated with someone who has piercings and tattoos, then they would freak out and ground me for the rest of my life. That only makes me want to be around Louis more, to annoy my mother and stepfather. 

I feel myself slowly leaning closer to Louis before I realize that I am. His smile grows slightly and he licks his lips once more. Before he can bring his lips to meet mine, the front door slams open and shut, and footsteps make their way up the stairs. 

"Louis William Tomlinson, open this door right now!" A woman's voice shouted from the other side of the bedroom door. Louis groaned and rolled his eyes, letting me go and walking to the door. He opened it slightly so only he could be seen by the woman. I could still see her though.

"What do you want, Angela?" He asked, obviously irritated. 

"I am your stepmother do not call me by my first name, young man." Angela said sternly.

"Well, I'm not going to call you mom anytime soon," Louis said coldly, "Now, is that all you came up here for? To fuss on me for calling you by your first name, Angela?" Louis mocked. She huffed and placed her hands on her hips.

"No, I came up here to fuss on you for staying out all night." She remarked.

"It happens all the time, end of conversation. Bye now." Louis said and slammed the door, locking it behind him. He growled, pacing, and ran his fingers through his hair roughly. He went over to his bed and sat at the edge, his fingers locked into the hair on his head, tugging harshly. I debated on whether or not to go over there, and my conscious won over in the end, so I gradually made my way over to Louis and knelt in front of him.

"L-Louis? Are y-you alright?" I asked, stuttering. He picked his head up slightly, and his eyes met mine. His eyes were such a dark blue that it almost looked black, and his pupils were huge, covering most of the dark blue color in his eyes. His jaw was clenched tightly, and his eyebrows were brought together in anger. His teeth were bared as his breath came in short, loud breaths. I backed up slightly, seeing the anger burning in his eyes. Just a few seconds ago, he was holding me in his arms with bright eyes and a smirk on his face, and now he is sitting on his bed, angrier than I have ever seen anyone. Once again, I find myself unable to keep up with his mood swings.


Next Chapter! Hope you guys enjoy this one. My friend has been reading this, and she demanded that I update soon, so, yeah here it is! I can't thank you guys enough for the support on this story! You guys rock! ~Maddy <3

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