Louis's POV
I bite into the cinnamon roll, my mouth practically watering at the smell. Harry sits at the table with me, a fond smile on his face as he watches me.

"Stop." I say, gingerly. He just smiles more than he already is and goes on his phone. I watch his long fingers type quickly and before I know it I'm staring. I hear him chuckle and I look to his face, seeing he's staring at me. "Sorry." I say, blushing wildly.

"No, it's cute." Harry compliments with a small chuckle and I blush even more.

"You just have really pretty hands." I say and now it's his turn to blush, he looks at me, eyes scanning my body and I snap my fingers in his face. "Sorry babe." Harry says quickly and I giggle. I take another bite and almost moan as the gooey white frosting melts in my mouth. He watches me, mouth slightly agape as I lick my lips.

"You're being spacey today." I say and he blinks a few times before nodding. He gets up and gets a cold glass of water, gripping it tightly as he slowly sips it.

"How's it been with Niall?" He asks and I shrug.

"I can't wear my panties and stuff around I think it makes him uncomfortable." I say and Harry chuckles, making his way to me.

"Good, no one else should see you in those except yourself and I." He says, leaning down and kissing my head. He sets his water glass down and kneels in front of me, spreading my legs so he can be in between them and he kisses me.

I set my cinnamon roll down and hold my hand awkwardly to the side, not wanting to get the gooey mess on Harry. He obviously takes notice as he pulls back and grabs my hand, pulling my fingers into his mouth and sucking the frosting off.

I stare at him in awe, not sure why this is making me get hard but it is. He pulls off my fingers with out loud pop and goes back to kissing me, hands running softly up and down my thighs.

"Can I try something?" He asks once he pulls back, his lips red and puffy. His pupils are dilated and he's breathing slightly heavier than before.

"Y-yeah." I say, watching as he palms me through my panties making me gasp and grab onto his shoulders. "This feels good." I say, struggling to get the words out.

"This isn't it. Just getting you fully hard." He says, focusing on what he's doing. I whine at his words and close my eyes, resting my head on the back of the chair.

I feel his lips on my thighs, leaving soft kisses on the heated skin. After some more of this he takes his hand off me and I look at him, pouting.

"You're okay. Just give me a second." He says and he grabs my hand. I watch closely as he pulls my panties down my legs and I help him, lifting my bum off the chair. He places them somewhere on the floor and I feel weird being this exposed to him. "Doing okay?" He asks and I nod frantically, wanting him to keep touching me.

He takes me in his hand and I gasp, my back arching up. He takes his hand from mine and places it on my stomach, holding me in place. He slowly stokes me and I feel my legs start to shake. Moans and whines escape past my lips, like I'm in no control of the noises that leave my body.

"If you need me to stop tell me." He says before he takes me into his mouth. I almost scream at the new sensation, my heart beating out of my chest. He keeps going down until his nose almost touches my stomach and I'm sure that's because I'm so small but never mind that.

He looks up at me, watching my face closely. I feel a thin layer of sweat start to form on my skin and I can't help but buck my hips. He gags a little and places his hands on my thighs, effectively keeping me in place.

"H-Harry, more, please." I beg and he just starts to bob his head, taking time to lick the tip. He slowly starts to move faster until his head is moving so fast his hair is bouncing.

I feel the familiar warm bubbling in my stomach and I reach for his hand, gripping it tightly and throwing my head back as I cum. He brings me through my high before he pulls off of me, the cold air mixed with his saliva making me hiss. I keep my eyes closed and I hear him moving around before warm lips softly touch my forehead.

"Are you okay baby? Was that too much?" He asks, and I just open my eyes, kissing his lips and he smiles. He puts my panties back on me and helps me up to the couch, letting me rest against him while we watch a movie.

We get about half way through the movie before I'm getting up to go to the bathroom. I go to the bathroom upstairs since I'll probably put socks on since my feet are cold.

I get the socks from my room first, pulling them from out my duffle bag I packed for Niall's. I sit on the bed and pull the on my feet, they go just past my ankles. I get up and zip my bag back up, making my way to the bathroom next.

I walk in and shut and lock the door behind myself, pulling my panties down just enough so I can pee. I hear Harry walking around downstairs and I wonder what he's doing but my questions are answered when I hear the microwave beeping.

I shake myself off and tuck myself back into my panties. I flush the toilet and go to wash my hands when I hear the shower curtains pull back. I quickly spin around and see Clark smiling at me, hands down by his sides.

"C-Clark." I start but he steps out the shower, shushing me.

"I know we didn't end on a great note last time. I'm sorry." He says, trapping me between the sink and him. "You just mentioned telling Liam and I can't have that." He places his hand on my cheek and my body locks up. I push him backwards and he stumbles a little.

"Don't fucking touch me." I snap and he raises his eyebrows, a smirk making it's way onto his face.  

"Lou," he starts but I cut him off quickly. 

"You hurt my friend and threatened to hurt me too and I still gave you a chance and this is how you treat me?" I say, stepping forward and shoving his chest again. His back hits the wall and I take another step before he grabs my throat, spinning us around so my back is now against the wall.

"I told you I'd hurt you if I had to. I'll still do it." He says through clenched teeth. He leans in so his mouth is inches from mine, his hot, smelly breath inches from my face. I turn my head to the side and he sighs. "Don't be bad, Louis."

"Louis!" I hear Harry call from downstairs. Clark laughs softly and he let's go of my throat, running a hand through my hair. I stiffly stand there, letting him touch me.

"I never liked him ya know. I mean, he didn't like me either but god I hated him." He says and I feel my blood get hot with anger. "I didn't understand why you let him touch you, of all people." He says, his hand trailing to my waist.

"Stop." I say, my voice shaking.

"The second I laid my eyes on you, Christ." He says looking at me hungrily.

"Stop." I say, my voice sterner this time. His hand stops on my hip and Harry calls for me again, louder this time. Clark stares at me, almost daring me to do something.

I do what any sane person would do.

Or insane.

I scream at the top of my lungs, my throat instantly hurting but I don't stop. I keep going until my head feels dizzy and my lungs yell at me to stop and even then I keep screaming. Clark's face is priceless. His eyes grow wide as we hear Harry's footsteps draw closer. Clark punches me in the jaw, instantly silencing me.

I whimper as he pushes off of me, instantly going for the window in the bathroom. He hops out it, not even taking time to worry about how he'll fall. Seconds later the bathroom door bursts open, Harry holding a frying pan in his hands much like Rapunzel from Tangled.

Harry stares at me, then the open window, then back to me. He puts the frying pan down and instantly grabs my hand.

"Lou, what happened?" He asks, sitting me down on the counter. He slowly cups my jaw with his hand and I wince, pushing his hand away. "Did you fall? What did this?" He asks and I get a glance at myself in the mirror, seeing that my jaw is already turning a nasty purple color.

I'm silent and Harry knows something is wrong. He grabs my hand, rubbing small circles on the skin.

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