Untouchable - Chapter 9

Goodmorning beautiful (: xx

I smiled at my phone, still laying in bed.

“Mooooorning<3” I typed quickly and sent, shutting my eyes again.

The phone rang almost instantly with his reply.

Can I see you today? I already miss your gorgeous face xx Plus we had to cut our night short yesterday!

I thought about Claire. She said no, because she was on a date with Matt tonight. So I might as well make plans, right?

Sure thing babe (: what do you want to do? Xx

I’m up for doing anything ;) x But the roomies are in again tonight, you could still come over though? They dont bite or anything like that xx

why dont you just come over here then? x

erm.. your dad? X

he won’t be home…(;

you said that yesterday love! x

It was a Saturday night. He usually didn’t come home on Saturdays until like 3am, if he came home at all.

But it’s saturday, he’ll be out xx

Whatever you say babe (: I’d actually like to meet him, if possible? x

No way. I don’t want Louis coming anywhere near my dad.

We’ll see. Come over at 7. Xx


I was running around the house, frantically finishing every last touch. I wanted to look perfect for Louis tonight. It was basically our first real night together, because this time we won’t be rudely interrupted by my father. He had left for who knows where an hour ago, and he probably wouldn’t be back until the morning. I was spritzing myself with perfume as the doorbell rang.

I glanced out the window to see Louis’ car, my stomach doing flips. I don’t know why I was so nervous, tonight just seemed really important and I wanted everything to be perfect.

I straightened my skirt, adjusted my hair and ran down the stairs.

I opened the door to reveal the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.

He was dressed really simple, a plain white, fitted tee, dark jeans and toms. Somehow, he could take a plain and boring outfit and turn out looking like a model. His messy hair all over the place, like he just woke up out of bed. His beautiful eyes practically piercing into me. His lips curling up and then turning into a full out grin once I opened the door, his perfect white teeth showing.

I stood there for a moment, wondering if this perfect person was actually standing in front of me or not.

“Hey.” I blurted, almost gasping at him.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiled, stepping inside and kissing my cheek. “You look stunning, as always.”

I looked down at my outfit, blushing. “So do you.”

He smiled, taking my hand in his, looking me in the eyes. God, did this boy know how to make me absolutely weak in the knees. I kicked the front door shut and pulled him to the living room, sitting on the couch.

“So, your dad wasn’t mad?” He asked.

“Nah, he’s fine.” I smiled. He was the last thing I wanted to be thinking about right now.

He leaned in, planting his lips on mine. It wasn’t the usual make out. Just small, soft, gentle kisses. Eventually the kiss deepend into that, as we pulled onto each other desperately, bodies pressing against each other. He leaned me down on the couch and climbed on top of me, lips not once breaking contact.

His fingers traced over my face, caressing my long hair. His hands fell down past my shoulders, all the way down to my lower back, gently lifting my hips. My hands wandered from his neck down his torso, to the bottom hem of his shirt. A few fingers slipped under his thin shirt, feeling his toned abs just above his waistline. I felt him smirk into the kiss as he did the same with my shirt, sending me shivers all over my body. Every touch was like a crazy electric shock, my whole body was buzzing with his energy.

His lips started to move downwards. His lips were grazing my jaw bone, when, of course, I had to ruin things. My stomach growled extremely loud, and he pulled away, bursting into laughter.

I blushed bright red, laughing.

“Hungry?” He winked, but then his smile faded. “I really wish I could take you out to dinner somewhere.” He sighed.

I shook my head. “It’s fine.” I laughed. “I’d rather be here, really.” My fingers traced over his waistline.

He got up. “Well I’m not going to let you go hungry!” He smiled.

“No, Louis, I’m fine-“ I smiled, trying to pull him back on the couch.

He shook his head. “We have all night for this, babe.” He winked. “You’re going to eat!”

We stepped into the kitchen. He inspected the pantry, fridge, all of the cabinets, and to his dismay, there was literally nothing.

“God, are you even being fed?” He laughed, pointing at the empty cabinet.

He grabbed the phone. “Shall we just order a pizza then?” He laughed.

I nodded my head.

“Next time, you’ll come to my place, and I’ll cook you the fanciest meal you’ll ever have. I’m a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself.” He smiled, dialing the phone number.

It honestly sounded perfect. Maybe staying inside with Louis all the time wasn’t such a bad thing. Cuddling up and having a good meal, not having to face the outside word, sounded pretty good to me.

We ordered the pizza and cuddled up on the couch, flipping through channels.

“Nothing’s on!” He laughed before throwing the remote to the floor.

When it hit the ground, the channel changed to an incredibly cheesy, romantic movie.

He gently grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. My legs were already across his lap, and he lifted me up onto his lap and started playing with my hair.

“Mal.” He whispered lightly and smiled, fingers combing through my long hair. “You’re perfect.” He leaned in, whispering in my ear. His lips grazed my earlobe, and then kissed me at my jawbone.

“Look who’s talking.” I mumbled, turning my head slightly towards his.

His fingers went through my hair one last time before sliding down to my hands. He took them in his own and began to play with them, tracing tiny circles on my palm.

He pulled away, but then gave me another quick kiss on the lips. Smiling, he continued to play with my hands, giving them an occasional kiss.

I tried to watch the movie, but I definitely couldn’t. Not with this happening. Not with Louis leaving those sweet, gentle kisses all over me. He dropped my hands and wrapped both of his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into his lap, leaning his head on the crook of my neck, occasionally kissing my collarbone every once in a while.

I couldn’t take this any longer. He was just innocently cuddling and I had the biggest urge to just pounce on him and make out with him until neither of us could anymore. I needed him, and his kisses against my neck drove me absolutely wild.

He must have heard my heart pounding out of my chest, because he laughed softly before turning my head towards his and pressing his lips to mine. He grabbed my legs and turned them, putting one on each side of his body, hands sliding up from my thighs to my back, pulling me closer to him. He, slowly but surely, kissed and made his way up my neck, and finally to my lips. Hands on my waist, he stood up and carried me, walking up the stairs slowly. He opened the door to my bedroom, lips not once breaking contact.

I brought my legs down, standing on my own feet again. We stood in the middle of my bedroom, lips starving for each other. He began to walk forwards, making me step backwards, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed. Our kiss finally broke as he looked at my expression, throwing me on the bed, legs still dangling off. He smirked, looking down on my body laying before him.

He bent down, pressing his lips to my collarbone, trailing downwards. It wasn’t long before his lips reached just above the top button of my blouse. He glanced up at me, and I nodded ever so slightly, giving him permission to push the boundaries of how far we’ve gone.

His fingers slowly moved up from my inner thigh to the buttons on my blouse. He unbuttoned them all, kissing each spot of newly exposed skin as he went further down. He slid the light material off of my shoulders, always going back to that spot by my collarbone.

“Louis…” I whispered breathlessly, fingers sliding under the material of his shirt.

He didn’t need more of an invitation than that. He quickly lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it backwards over his shoulder and smiling at me. He actually got on the bed, then, putting one knee on each side of me. I slid further back on the bed, so my legs weren’t hanging off, and he repositioned himself, grinding on top of me.

His hands trailed down to my waist, lifting it up, grinding harder against him, as our lips finally reunited. I couldn’t deny it, I was nervous. I even glanced down to my hands to see them shaking uncontrollably. But I wanted this. I wanted Louis, I wanted all of him. I needed him.

His hands left my waist, slowly moving down to the backs of my thighs. They slid under my skirt, teasing the skin of my inner thighs, that were already twitching and shaking.

“You alright?” He smiled softly. He could tell I was scared.

I nodded my head and gulped. His slid his hands down to my mid-thigh, not wanting to make me uncomfortable. I took his hands in my own and brought them up, under my skirt, right in the place where he wanted them to be, where I needed him to be.

He shook his head slightly and jumped off of the bed, fumbling with his belt buckle, removing his jeans. It was then I realized, his hands were shaking too.

“Louis, are you a virgin?” I asked, not realizing I was totally killing the mood.

He glanced up at me, smiling. “No, but when I’m with you, for some strange reason, I’m really nervous. It’s like you’re too perfect for me.”

He climbed up on the bed again, sitting on his knees between my legs. His face hovered over mine for a moment, just looking at me.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He pressed his familiar lips to mine, letting his hands explore. He finally slipped his fingers under the waist band of my skirt and yanked it off of my body, the two of us almost completely exposed to each other.

This is it, Mal. This is actually happening.

My legs began to buckle as he toyed with my underwear line. His lips moved downward to my jaw, leaving long, wet kisses all along.

“I love you.” He murmured into my skin, fingers slightly moving.

“I love you more.” I breathed.

Then I heard it.

The slam of the front door.

The all too familiar sound of someone stumbling inside.

I glanced at the clock. 12:30am.

“Fuck, Lou, get off.” I whispered urgently, wriggling underneath his body.

“I-I’m sorry, are you not ready?” He asked apologetically, “Malory, I’m so sor-“


“Maaaaaloory!” I heard my father angrily slur from downstairs.

His eyes widened as mine began to fill up with tears.

I could hear him coming up the stairs. We didn’t have enough time. I couldn’t send Louis out the window again. I went with my first thought, jumped off the bed, and shoved Louis in the closet.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, and shut the door, yanking a night shirt over my head.