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Louise Tomlinson wears slacks and a leather jacket.
Louise Tomlinson drives fast cars and smokes cigarettes with her gang.
Louise Tomlinson wears red lipstick and eyeliner sharper than the switchblade she keeps tucked into her boot.
Louise Tomlinson makes Harriet Styles hot under the collar of her sensible cardigan.
Louise Tomlinson was trouble and Harriet Styles should’ve known better.
Louise snags Harriet fresh off the bus before she’s even made it up the front steps of the school. Harry turns to throw an apologetic look over her shoulder at a disapproving Liam who looks as though she’s swallowed a lemon. Liam is never a fan of things that upset the status quo and Louise does that just by breathing.
Harry keeps her head down as Lou drags her through the crowd, fingers circling Harry’s wrist as they weave around Niall Horan and the other cheerleaders who are overly perky for eight in the morning.
Louise leads Harry past the science room and down another hallway, their usual closet (and what does it say that theyeven have a usual closet) is unlocked and Lou makes quick work of shoving Harry into it before shutting the door firmly behind them and switching the single overhead bulb on.
“Did you do it?” Lou asks, beautiful as ever with her soft brown hair swept up in a bandana that matches her lipstick and a pair of tight slacks that’ll get her sent to Principal Cowell’s office before the end of the the day.
Harry ducks her head but nods, twisting the hem of her cardigan between her fingers as a flush creeps up to the tip of her ears.
“ ‘course I did, Lou…”
Lou smirks and leans back against the closed door and lets her eyes rake over Harry’s figure, perfect ponytail, cardigan, poodle skirt, and all.
“Yeah? Let’s see it then, babygirl. Give us a look.”
“Lou-,” Harry starts, blushing even more furiously.
“Babe,” Lou drawls back, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow.
Harry huffs in embarrassment and bites her lip before taking the hem of her skirt in both hands and slowly raising it, exposing the bare cut of her hips and shaved pussy.
Lou sucked in a sharp breath. The lack of knickers she’d been expecting, had been the one to suggest it, whispering filthily into Harry’s ear the day before while she’d been three fingers deep in Harry’s cunt, making Harry’s eyes well with tears and her knees shake.
The missing thatch of curls was a surprise.
“That for me, babygirl?” Lou asked softly, letting her fingertips draw circles over the pale expanse of Harry’s thighs.
Harry’s breath hitched as she stuttered out a yes, legs spreading ever so slightly to make room for Lou’s finger to slide up the inside of her leg.
It’d been a whim to shave it off, just an idea that had stuck while she’d been in the bath the night before while Harry’d been shaving her legs.
Afterwards, Harry had run her hands over herself, staring at her reflection in the fogged up bathroom mirror, gently at first, nervous, then more boldly, imagining Lou’s hands instead, her brightly painted fingers.
Harry had come with her fingertips pressed tight against her clit and her free hand shoved tight against her mouth to keep from whimpering while her sister had banged on the door, telling her to hurry up.
On the bus ride to school, Harry had been mortified, afraid that everyone would be able to tell that she was bare in more ways than one under her skirt. That she was a fast woman, loose in a way that others would gossip about at church on Sunday. Liam had had to kick her to get her to stop fidgeting.
Now she was flustered in a different way, hot all over, arousal overwhelming any lingering feelings of shame as Lou’s fingers detoured from where they’d been petting her hip to play in the slickness that gathered on the insides of her thighs without her curls to catch it.
Harry’s knees started shaking all over again as Lou’s fingers slid further upwards to play over her labia and circle her clit,
“Filthy girl, wet already,” Lou purred, making Harry gasp as she slid a single finger into the hot clutch of her cunt, “love you like this, Hazza.”
Lou slid her finger free, despite Harry’s whimper of protest and sucked the taste of her off her fingers before gracefully dropping to her knees, encouraging Harry to spread her legs far enough to fit the slim breadth of Lou’s shoulders.
“Lou,” Harry protested weakly, hands still holding her skirt high, “We’re going to be late…”
Lou used the vee of her fingers to spread Harry’s lips, effectively silencing Harry and making her blush all over again.
“Better come quickly then, since you’re the one that cares,” Lou murmured before burying her face between Harry’s legs and starting to lick her out in earnest.
Harry made it to homeroom less than two minutes late still weak in the knees and with Louise Tomlinson’s lipstick smeared over her inner thighs.