(A/N. This chapter and others might be a little detailed so if you don't like that stuff... just skip it. This is my only warning. Thank you)

"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to clean up. But... um... this is my room." he stutters. I lightly chuckle.

"At least it doesn't look like complete shit." I smile. He nudges me and scowls.

"Louis!" he scolds me. I laugh at his horrified expression. "Be quiet you poop." he laughs. How ironic. Him and my sister have something in common. Awkwardly it's calling me a poop.

"Shut up, you love me." I smile. Realizing what I said I look down at the floor. He puts his hand under my chin so I have to look into his beautiful green eyes.

He moves closer,"I do." he simply states. I feel my brain turn to mush and I can't figure out how I'm still standing because I'm sure my legs turned to mush too.

Harry leans down a little and kisses the corner of my mouth gently. Then trails down my jaw with kisses. I feel him smile against my neck. My skin begins to tingle. My blood singing in my veins. He must notice my body's reaction to him and he kisses that spot once more.

"I can make you feel better than any woman." he looks into my eyes. His are now soft and full of lust. He kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, moving it expertly. An involuntary moan falls from my lips. I twist my fingers into his hair moaning. He groans in response.

"Harder..." he moans. What? "He moves my hand back into his hair and pulls. He likes when I pull his hair?  Harry gently lifts my legs and I instantly wrap them around his torso.

"I love... the... way your... body responds to... me." he tells me between sucking the skin on my neck. I think I might lose it just from him talking to me like this. He moves backwards towards the bed and falls back so I am straddling his lap. Our lips mold back together and I moan his name.

He puts his hands on the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. I snake my hands up his shirt not breaking the kiss. Suddenly, there is a knock on Harry's door.

"Harry, Louis! Breakfast's ready!" Anne calls. Harry groans pulling his shirt back down. I sigh. I was hoping we would finish what we started.

"Come on before my mum thinks we were fucking up here." he winks. His language never ceases to amaze me. I nod, considering what just happened, I go back to my shy mode.