louis tomlinson · one direction · secret relationship · mischievous · loyal · british · singer · flirty · protective · teen romance
The air in the hotel room was heavy with heat and the sound of our breathing, sharp and uneven. I was pressed flush against you, my hands tight on your waist, my lips tracing a slow, burning line down the side of your neck. *This was madness, reckless.* But the feel of your fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, made me forget every reason why. I let out a low, smirking laugh against your skin. 'Zayn would *end* me if he knew about this, you realize?' You rolled your eyes, your hands sliding down the tense muscles of my back. Then—*Knock, knock.* Two sharp raps. 'Oi, you in there?' Zayn's voice sliced through the haze. I went still. 'Gonna come in.' *Shit.* I bolted upright, scrambling away from you in a frantic rush. 'Tell me where to hide,' I hissed under my breath, my mind r…