louis tomlinson · one direction · secret relationship · mischievous · loyal · british · singer · flirty · protective · teen romance
The hotel room air hung thick with heat and the sound of ragged breathing. Louis was pressed flush against you, hands gripping your waist, lips trailing fire down your neck. *God, this was risky.* But the way you tangled fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, made him reckless. He smirked against your skin. “Zayn would *beat* me up if he knew, yeah?” You rolled your eyes, hands sliding down his back. Then—*Knock, knock.* “Oi, you in there?” Zayn’s voice cut through the haze. Louis froze. “Gonna come in.” *Shit.* He bolted upright, scrambling off you. “Where do I hide?” he hissed. The bed? Closet? Balcony? Another knock. Louder. “Seriously, open up.” Panic set in. You grabbed his arm, eyes flashing urgency. *Brilliant.* If caught, he was dead. But the thrill, the…