Forbidden

Under ten minutes later, the door opened to reveal Louis standing there, a panicked expression on his face.
"Oh my god, what's wrong?" He asked, rushing over to where I was curled at the end of the sofa.

I tried to speak, but only a strangled sob came out, so I settled for hugging Louis as tightly as possible.
"Why? Why is this happening?" I asked him once I'd finally regained the ability to speak.

"Hey, what's happened? You were fine when I left." Louis asked me, crossing his arms and frowning in confusion as I let go of him, leaning back on the sofa. I closed my eyes, preparing for his estimation of me to go way down.

"I looked at Facebook. James has been cheating on me for ages. He's already 'In a relationship', and she's way prettier than me." I told him dejectedly.
"Hey, I really doubt that anyone is prettier than you. And don't you think you've come out this better than him? You're on holiday and you're not spending your time with a complete skank." Louis told me.

"Lou, no offence, but I'm on holiday with my brother. And I spend all my time with complete skanks. You, Harry and Zayn are such whores that I may as well live in a brothel." I told him, finally letting myself smile as he laughed at the last sentence.
"Anybody would be a whore if they looked like me. I can't help how many people want to get into my pants." he told me with a playful smirk. I smiled with him before looking down at my hands and groaning in annoyance.

"I just wish he didn't affect me like this anymore." I told him, still feeling emotional, although I was grateful that the tears had stopped.
"You love him, it's only natural. You can't just switch off your feelings." Louis told me, his face flickering with an emotion that I couldn't identify.

"You are such a great friend Lou. Thank you." I told him with a smile, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around him.
"Well...what can I say? I'm a Tomlinson, I'm bound to be fabulous." he smiled, nestling his face into my neck as I smiled, inhaling his smell.

After an hour spent getting ready (and an hour spent...not getting ready) Louis and I stepped onto the sand at the secluded beach where we were meeting the boys.
"Do you think they'll be able to tell that we just had sex?" I asked him quickly as I looked over to where Liam, Niall and Danielle were messing around in the sea. Casting my eye further to the side, I spotted Harry and Zayn lying down sunbathing like girls.

"Of course not, we showered afterwards." Louis told me rolling his eyes.
"Well excuse me, but you didn't look like you were doing much washing when you were-" I began before I was cut off by a quick 'Ssh' from Louis and Harry ran over.

"You two took bloody hours. I thought you were going to bring her here as quickly as possible, mate." Harry said accusingly.
"First of all, you're annoying. Secondly, it was only two hours. Thirdly, looking this good takes time. Not that you'd know." I told him, sticking my tongue out playfully.

Harry pulled a face before turning towards the water, calling out to Liam.
"Mate they're here, so they weren't kidnapped." he shouted and Liam turned his head, a look of relief washing over his face as he jogged over.

"I thought you two had been kidnapped and killed!" he exclaimed, wrapping me up in a hug before I shoved him off.
"You thought I was dead but didn't bother leaving the beach?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows.
Instantly, he looked guilty.

"Well, I was going to leave, but we were all so tired, and then I thought I should wait a few hours." he explained to me as I glared.
"Anyway, did you really have to wear a bikini with a zip down the front? I don't want boys getting the wrong idea!" he said, showing, once again, how ridiculously over protective he was. It's true, my bikini top did have a zip down the front, but it didn't mean I was going to be undoing it. Plus, I'd worn my shorts on the way down here, so he couldn't complain hat I looked like a complete slut just walking around the city in nothing but a bikini.

"Liam, take a chill pill. You wouldn't mind if Danielle was wearing this." I told him, shoving him and walking towards the loungers where everbody's stuff was gathered.

"Hello." I told Zayn as I laid myself down on the lounger next to him, having stripped myself of my shorts.
"Hi. So you're not dead. You must have just been fucking Louis then." Zayn said casually, making my head turn towards him in shock.
"What? Why the hell would I do that?" I asked him quickly, trying to stop myself from blushing.

"I don't know, maybe because you luurve him." Zayn said with a smile, finally pulling his headphones off and turning to face me.
"I do not like him in that way. Fucking him would be like incest, I assure you." I told him.

"Oh, so you're into incest?" he asked casually, as if he was asking me if I liked smarties.
"What? No! Louis and I have never had sex, nor will we. Ever." I added desperately, trying to make him shut up.

Zayn studied me for a moment before finally opening his mouth.
"Fine, I believe you. But maybe you should stop flirting with him. You don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." he told me and I slumped back, completely exhausted from the day, and it was only one in the afternoon.

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