My eyes double-check the time as I walk across the courtyard. Lectures went painstakingly slow once more, with me contemplating whether or not to go to Louis' flat. Honestly, I still don't know if I should or shouldn't. He and the guys are either at practice or finally done. I don't even know. I'm going to try and get some coffee and relax a little. That's all I want.

Someone is suddenly before me, and I stop with a small gasp. Josh. My blood curls instantly. I shrink back, already knowing this isn't good.

"Where are you going?" he questions, his accent thickened with anger—the polar opposite of his mood when he first entered my dorm last night.

"The cafe," I stammer out, flustered by his abruptness.

"To meet Louis?" his question, laced with disgust, makes my skin pale.

"What?" I ask, all of my senses diminishing. He has a scowl on his lips and steps closer, which does not settle my already frantic heart. "Why would you ask that?"

"I find it funny that Derek and Shane were the ones that mentioned that they found you two together in the coffee shop once. I also find it funny that Derek mentioned that he was in your room last night, and you never even said a thing," his tone is threatening. There's nothing behind me, yet I feel trapped, cornered between him and some imaginary wall.

"He only came over to apologise for yesterday, right after you left. As for the coffee shop, Shane invited him there that day and sat with me to wait for them. It was one time. What are you even trying to imply?" I freak out, desperately trying to defend myself.

He lets out a huff of a breath, and his eyes scour over me with a judging glare. "You're really wearing a dress to lectures and the cafe," he notes, trying to pick even more. It's a thin sweater dress that's black with long sleeves. Modest, for sure.

"I'm sorry, I thought it would be nice to keep the attention off my bruised cheek caused by my boyfriend, considering make-up does not cover it up properly," I spit out before moving past him, aggravation creeping through my veins. My lungs are shallow, my heart is racing, and my body is on edge. He lets out a sarcastic laugh from behind, proving that he finds it my fault. I knew it. Despite those roses and coffee, there isn't an apologetic bone in his body.

I make my way into the cafe, my stomach clenching as he decides to follow me in. "Seriously?" I ask, looking back at him.

"I want to stick around and see if he shows up," he remarks bitterly. My body is turning to stone with this nausea consuming me. He steps closer, his breath fanning over me. "And so help me god, if he sets foot in here and proves them right, you both will regret it," he whispers so intimidatingly low. My lips curve into a frown, and I turn away with a shake of my head. Lucky enough, he should be in his flat and won't be coming in tonight. Hell, if he never asked me to meet him there, my blood pressure and nerves would be through the roof. This is the only thing giving me some sort of confidence.

I order myself a coffee, barely making eye contact with the barista behind the counter. Josh is intimidating me, and I'm too afraid to look up to anyone else. I grab my coffee and take it to the table in the corner, reluctant when he goes to sit across from me. I take my book out of my bag, and he clears his throat, drawing my attention toward him. His death glare locks on me, his jaw is tense, and his brown hair is slightly messy from his hand running through it. "What?" my voice gives out.

"If you're about to text him-"

"I'm just grabbing my book," I defend, my eyes widening. He watches me close, and my chest aches as I take my book out. I want to run and leave. I have no reason to worry. Louis will not be walking in here. Josh's presence alone is making my skin crawl.

I open my book back to my page, finding it difficult to see where I left off with his stare felt on me. I can hear his impatient foot tapping at the floor. Distracting. Suffocating. This dark cloud wrapped around us refuses to let me go. I can't concentrate when he's doing this. My eyes lift to find him still staring me down. "You're going to sit and just watch me read?" I let out a staggered breath. He gives the faintest smirk, meant to upset me even more. Two girls walk by, and that's the first his eyes leave me to look right at their back ends, covered in leggings—what a joke.

I look down at my book, propping my elbow on the table and pressing my fingertips to my temple. This is overbearing. I can't focus one bit. Why bother trying? It's just silence between us, filled with anger and hate. I bite the inside of my cheek, attempting to reread the same paragraph repeatedly until I can finally process the words.

Every ticking minute, wasting away with his presence. It's as if I'm a prisoner who needs to be monitored. He's hovering. Controlling. It only does more damage to me, and I know he's thriving off it.

All this time passes, and I'm still struggling to get much farther. He finally gets impatient to the point that he wants to leave. At least an hour or so had passed. He could only watch me read so much longer, waiting for someone who would never show up in the first place. He stands and moves to my side, his head lowered to my ear. My body stills, and a shiver runs down my back. "You're lucky, but I better not find you ever speaking to him again. Do I make myself clear?" he demands lowly. My heart drops, and I nod. He moves away and makes his way out, the bell at the door giving his exit away. I let out a shaky breath and cover my face with both my hands.

I can't do this anymore.

A few minutes pass, and I get up, shoving my book into my bag. I grab my lukewarm coffee and toss it out, not in the mood for it whatsoever. Making my way out, my eyes skim around as if somehow he's still lurking. It's an open area. Where could he possibly hide? I'm delusional, and I know it.

My feet move with haste, my insides twisting and turning. My throat is so dry, these emotions taking over and making it hard to breathe. I barely notice the remainder of the walk or the lift ride up. I find myself knocking at Louis' door frantically like his flat is some sort of safe haven. Finn barks before the door flies open. "You came," Louis greets me, breathless and in shock. I step in and drop down my bag as he shuts the door. His eyes skim over me carefully, taking in my torn-up features. "Are you alright?"

"Why do you want to get to know me?" I ask, causing his eyebrows to furrow instantly. He's thrown off, but that's the last thing he said to me last night.

"What?" he blinks hard, looking lost.

"You said that last night. I know you do not like to open up, but I need you to tell me why after he just sat down and watched me like a hawk. I need to know why you bothered to say that and are bothering with me at all when he is nonstop making me feel so small," I get out, despair etched through my words. A sudden outburst that I had no control over. "I'm not doing anything if you don't tell me why-"

His lips attack mine, and he presses me back against the wall, one hand on the wall and the other on my hip. I've lost my breath entirely against his mouth, and waves of heat are spreading through me like wildfire. His lips leave mine for air, and I gulp, looking at his lips through my lashes. There's a heaviness in my chest, all these emotions pooling in.

"I find it hard to take my eyes off you anytime you're around," he starts lowly, my heart strings tightening. He kisses the corner of my mouth, making it hard not to fully tilt my head to kiss him again. "I can't stop thinking about you," he whispers, his lips leaving a light kiss on my jawline. I swallow, these nerves building up in my stomach. Another kiss down my jawline, and my lashes flutter shut. My skin is on fire from my cheeks to where his lips trail over. "You're absolutely beautiful in and out," he adds, his lips now finding my neck. A shaky breath escapes me, my head tilting back to give him more access. "I haven't wanted anyone else since meeting you again," his words against my neck reignite the flames in my chest. "And I want to treat you better than he ever will," he whispers against my neck, his fingertips slowly touching right below the hem of my dress. My breathing stifles, an instant ache taking over between my legs. One last kiss on my sensitive skin makes my knees press together. I grab his cheeks to lift his head. Those darkened eyes are on mine, filled with want and need. I will never get over the way he looks at me. It's something I've longed for so long, to be looked at like that.

"We are not doing this out here again," I breathe, my hand lingering on his stubbled cheek. I refuse to have Jace walk in on us once more. His hand on my waist tightens, and he moves back. He's suddenly moving me away from the wall, towards his bedroom, and this anticipation makes my pulse quicken. He opens the door and brings me in, barely giving me a chance to look around before making me face him. The door shuts, and I barely breathe with my eyes locked on his. His hand is cupping my cheek, his thumb temptingly brushing over my bottom lip, the smallest gesture bringing dirty thoughts to my mind. Those eyes lower onto my lips, and I want to pull him into me.

"There's only one reason I keep hanging out with them, and it's not because of them at all. It's because of you," he states, his gaze intense on me. My breath is hitched in my throat as he gently moves my hair behind my ear, his fingertips brushing softly against my cheek.

His lips are suddenly on mine, heat waves coursing through me instantly. His hand knots through my hair, and I fist the front of his shirt in my hands. His kiss is slow and filled with need, his lips moulding perfectly with mine. His fingers brush against my thigh, right at the hem of my dress, bringing those goosebumps back. I lose my breath before kissing him harder, wanting his fingers to inch closer to where I want to feel him most. My hand is on his, silently begging for his touch. His lips leave mine, warm kisses scattering over my jaw and down to my neck. He finds the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder, and I can't help but gasp. The warmth pooling between my legs draws a small whimper from my lips. His lips move against my skin, playing with my new favourite spot, making it hard to breathe. "Louis," his name slips out from me without much effort.

"Tell me what you want," he breathes against my skin, his hot breath making me shiver. It's dominating, and it's driving me insane.

"You," I beg quietly. Only his lips are off my neck, and my heart drops. I didn't want him to stop. Suddenly he has my legs cupped in his hands, picking me up. A squeal escapes me as my legs wrap around his torso, just for a bit. I'm suddenly on his sheets, my heart fluttering like mad. My breathing staggers, and suddenly his head dips, his lips finding my inner thigh. "Oh my god," I gasp, my body jerking beyond my control. His hand hitches my dress higher, and my head falls back as I let out a shaky breath. His lips move tauntingly slowly, closer to where I want him most. My legs quiver, desperately wanting his hot kiss where I'm most sensitive. His hands find my panties, and I lift my hips just enough so that he can slip them off and down my legs. His eyes are so dark as his hands keep my legs apart, and my heart is spastic in my chest. "Please," I whisper, desperately needing him down there. On command, his head is back between my legs, and his lips brush over my inner thigh one more time.

I can't help but watch. My lips part as his eyes makes contact with mine. It feels so dirty and raw watching. This need makes me ache to my core. Another teasing kiss moves up closer, nearly right there. Holy hell, he could end me with that look. His hot breath fans over where I want him most, and I am already so wet. I have never been so turned on in my life. His lips finally meet me, and there's a rush through my body. I let out a strangled sound, suddenly grabbing his hair as my hips buck. My head falls back, and my stomach tightens as his tongue slowly feels me. His hand stays wrapped around my leg, keeping my legs open as he tortures me with that tongue. The slow circles around me have my skin in flames and my lungs short of breath. He's tasting me with slow, rhythmic circles that weaken my legs. The heat is taking over me as I let out a cry of sound. I want him to go faster, yet it is the perfect pace. Slow, teasing and hot.

Suddenly his two fingers are in me, and my back arches instantly. I'm already tight around his fingers, but even more so with him fully exploring me. My grip on his hair tightens as his tongue continues to torture me, and he slowly pumps his fingers in and out. His long fingers feel for the right spot. I'm hot and soaked. All I can picture is being wrapped around him. My legs are trembling unsteadily. His tongue stops, and he sucks gently on my clit, those fingers pumping slightly faster. I let out a curse, feeling a rush of my nerves flow down my legs. The heat in my stomach is spreading like wildfire. His tongue is back to the circular movements matching the pace of his fingers moving in and out of me.

"Oh my god," I gasp once more as my stomach tightens. My body loses control, and I come undone around his fingers, but he doesn't stop. I cry louder, grabbing onto his sheets as he only picks up this pace and intensifies this orgasm. Finally, I can't take it anymore, holding onto his head and lifting it off me. His fingers stop, and my head falls back as my legs press tightly together, needing him to get off. It's an overwhelming amount of sensation, and my body is weak. It isn't until I'm done pulsating around his fingers that he pulls them out, and I try to catch my breath.

Holy shit.

My hands cover my reddened face as I just try to breathe. I don't remember the last time I had an orgasm after being touched by someone else. No, that's a lie. He was the first in a long time when on that beach. My god, I am struggling to stabilise myself after that.

I lower my hands from my face as my chest rises and falls heavily. My body has overheated itself to the point that I'm beginning to sweat. His eyes are taking over me with hunger, and I want so badly to pull him in for more. I want to feel him, all of him, in the way he just felt me. He removes his shirt over his head, showing off every muscle and tattoo. The curves of those muscles are enticing. Sculpted. Heavenly. I just want to feel every inch of him. He undoes the button of his jeans, and there's a heavy thump in my chest needing more.

He frees himself and goes to put on a condom, his eyes trailing over me eagerly. My breath hitches in my throat as he suddenly takes my legs and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. He almost gives me a look that questions if I'm sure I want to do this. I nod, pleading him with my eyes. His arm wraps around my one leg, and he moves closer. He breathes out and pushes himself right in. I let out a gasp of a sound, my head falling back as I feel myself around him. I'm already so wet after what he had done, the sensation heightening even more so. I can feel him inch by inch, a craving I needed for so long. Deep enough that it makes me whimper. "Fuck," he curses. I plead his name, desperately needing for him to thrust. His other hand is on my cheek, and he moves in, his lips meeting mine. He starts to move in and out slowly, and I lose my breath into his kiss. His hand leaves my cheek to cup my breast before he does a hard thrust that makes me cry against his mouth. His lips move down to my jawline and then to my neck, as he moves slowly in and out, deeper each time. "So fucking beautiful," he breathes against my neck. Words that only worsen this heat.

His arm leaves my leg to wrap behind my back as he fully moves onto the bed to move in at the perfect angle that makes me squirm. He growls against my skin, his thrusts moving faster and hitting a spot that is never touched. It's new. It's heavenly. It's taking every last breath from me, and my nails are finding his back. He knows it because he's picking up speed, moving faster while sucking hard at the skin of my neck. My lips find his arm, using his skin in an attempt to keep quiet. My legs are trembling, wanting to give out on me, and I can't stop the loud moan that escapes me. My head is falling, my back arches, and I can't control myself. He's thrusting harder, faster. My stomach is already tightening, my body pulsating around him. He curses, pounding harder and waves of pleasure take over me. He does one last thrust, his body stiffening and his arm holding me close to him. He lets out a sound filled with pleasure, coming undone inside me as I finish all over again.

He breathes out heavily, kissing my neck before pulling out. He falls beside me, the room filling with nothing but the sound of the two of us breathing heavily. Oh my god.