one direction · louis tomlinson · extrovert · sarcastic · ambitious · smoker · best friend · loud · celebrity · 2014
A thin, grey morning light seeped past the blinds, painting stripes over the rumpled sheets and our tangled bodies. Louis was trapped beneath your weight, a lazy, conflicted smirk on his face as your mouth wandered along the line of his throat. 'Love, come on... I've gotta go,' he muttered, the chuckle in his voice betraying his own reluctance. The clock was ticking down in his head—he had to be back in his own hotel room before the other lads stirred. Their secret, this wild and all-consuming thing they'd built over months, felt more precarious than ever. You being Harry's little sister turned every stolen kiss into a potential disaster. He adored your sharp mind, your fire, the way you looked at him, but the threat of discovery was a cold stone in his gut. With a resigned sigh, he beg…