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CHAPTER 6: Lottie, the undefiled

PRESENT - 12, 13, 14

⚠️ chapter contains explicit sexual content ⚠️

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12

Louis huffed discreetly before putting an empty smile to hand a mother the bag with the toy her child wanted.

He usually didn't enjoy his job very much, like he didn't enjoy the other one's he'd had, simply because they felt like an overused routine.

It had no excitement, no thrill. It was just plain. However it payed nicely since it was in a better part of town and that, sadly made up for everything else. So he endured it, for it was a necessity.

"Enjoy!" Louis waved until they walked out before falling over the counter with his arms and resting his face in the between them, grunting.

"Louie!" Someone called behind him.

He turned around to see Michael, his croky pair of eyes dead set, a frown filling his features. His boss stood close to the door frame of his office waiting for Louie.

"Come here." He motioned with his hand and Louis, finding it odd, walked over following the man inside.

"Close the door." He said as he sat in his armchair and Louis did so, sitting across the desk after.

"What is it, Mic?" He rubbed his hands together. This sort of situation was unusual.

"We need to talk." He declared making Louis immediately unravel the scenarios.

"What about?"

"How do you want to do this? Should I press charges or are you going to give me my money back?" Michael said laying back on his chair, the tips of his fingers pressing together.

Louis's heart sped up. "What are you talking about?" The boy knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Alright then, according to my calculations you have taken three hundred pounds from the cash register the last three months alone!" Michael put a paper sheet in front of him with a whole lot of numbers.

"You're firing me." Louis said rolling his eyes, with a smile of disbelief.

"Well, what did you expect would happen?" Michael asked.

"Fuck you, Michael. Fuck you." He got up and shouted in his face, pondering the possibility of throwing his chair to the man's head.

"We're not pressing charges, Louis. But we are keeping your last paycheck to cover the money you took." He said, but the furious boy was already making his way to the door.

He shoved his middle finger in front of Michael before walking out of the office, and the store, completely pissed.

Before any panic started to sink in.

13

Lottie got home earlier and exhausted. Head heavy, ankles heavy, chest heavy.

It was one of those days where the world had managed to bring her down and suck the joy out of her. Although that she managed to keep herself together through out.

God, she was so tired of the pricks at work.

Nothing mattered at that moment, nothing could console her and she craved that occasional cigarette that'd fuck up her lungs a tad, then a smooth drift into REM sleep.
She walked inside and set her things down of the counter. "Zayn! I'm early." She yelled heading to the kitchen.

No answer. "Zayn! Come on, are you still sleeping?" She opened the fridge, but closed it without taking anything. "Zee, come on... You're wasting your day off" Steps emerged behind her. "Zay-" She swung around but instead found her brother, in boxers and an old shirt, cigarette in his mouth. "Louis! Shouldn't you be working?"

"None'oh your fuckin' business." He kicked his heel on the floor, looking at it, smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke.

Lottie squinted her eyes. "Where's Zayn?" She asked suspicious of the situation.

"None'oh my fuckin' business." He said low, with and turned around walking away.

Lottie chased him, she wasn't having it. "What did you do?" She rose her voice. He ignored her and kept walking. "What did you do? You know he's fragile an-...."

"I didn't fucking do nothing, Lottie!" His voice cracked, and he grabbed his sisters arm forcefully.

Lottie looked at Louis's grip on her. A putrid smell inflamed her nostrils. "Your arm smells burnt!" She frowned.

Louis gritted his teeth and then let go of her. "Fuck you. Fuck Zayn-... too, fucking queer -...  I don't care." The bloke walked back to his room, murmuring nonsense under his breath. Lottie rolled her eyes and stomped over to the living room.

"Why is Zayn's phone, and wallet on the counter?" Lottie noticed. "Is this his watch? Seems really expensive..."

Louis barged out of the room, banging the door open, snatching with force the stolen watch, that belonged to a now dead man, away from Lottie's fragile hand. His eyes were wild with rage, and spit blurted out when he breathed heavily. "What did you do to him? Why do you have a twenty thousand pounds watch?" Lottie couldn't process things clearly until it hit her like a thousand bricks. "You two are stealing again!" She pushed Louis, her eyes brimmed with tears. "You wanna get us in more trouble?"

"You don't know a fucking thing about... Fuck you Lottie, fuck your-.... life, perfect... fuck you." Louis cursed all around, not making sense of his sentences, sane enough to not break anything but enraged enough to have murderous thoughts.

Lottie had tears streaming down her face. She grabbed her purse and jacket and headed into the cold streets in hopes of escape.

14

A knock, banging, urgent and unexpected echoed throughout Niall's flat.

The blonde glanced at the door, thinkative. At this hour, Liam wouldn't show up! He was probably already drinking his way to an early grave at the bar. Could it be Miss Robinson, that nagging old bitch, complaining about the smell again?

More knocking, persistent. Niall set back his computer, eyes watery from looking at the screen too long. The rims of his glasses were down his nose and as he walked to the entrance of his house, knocking over old cans of soda in the dim lighted flat.

Niall twisted the key and the door opened with a creek. Sobbing sounds filled the boy's ears and then he looked up.

Smeared mascara, washed away by tears and staining the cheeks of one Charlotte Tomlinson. Niall was an atheist but this had to be God's work.

Lottie Tomlinson! Lottie Tomlinson at my doorstep?! Niall was astonished.

God, why was she crying? Niall was never daring or strong, nor did he get in any sort of fight whatsoever, but suddenly he found himself murmuring a promise. He would kick the arsehole of whoever hurt her.

"Ni-..all..." Her shoulders humped up and down, her fingers pressed on her eyes, as she wiped her tears.

"What's wrong?" Niall stood there, clueless on how to comfort her.

"Liam won't pick up my calls... he's-.. not at the bar... nor in flat. I didn't know where else to go..." Black tears rolled down her pink cheeks. She was unconsolable.

"I don't know where he is-..."

"Can I come in?" Lottie interrupted Niall in a rush of words, and just looked expectantly at him, her tears subsiding.

Niall looked back at his place and his stomach flipped. Lottie smelled so nice, his apartment was so dirty! When did it get like this? "Hum, how about- ..." Niall reached for his little bowl of keys, on the stand next to the door. "We go to Liam's and wait for him?" He waved the keychain on her face and smiled.

"Hum-... alright..." She shrugged as Niall put on shoes and walked out, closing the flat door behind him. "Aren't you bringing the computer?" She asked innocently.

"Hum.. nah, I don't bring it everywhere!" That was a lie! He smiled strolling to the stairs beside her.

They got to Liam's door and walked inside. Lottie was still sobbing lightly and made her way to the cream colored leather couch letting herself fall on it.

Niall stepped further into the living room, his palms sweaty from the unexpected social interaction. "Can I ask... what happened?" He said as he inched closer to the couch, adjusting his glasses to his face, that nervous tick! before sitting on the border of it, far away from the girl.

Lottie wiped her tears and composed her posture. Her droopy eyes were set on her hands. "I just... had a rough day."

"Hum..." Niall squirmed. He slid his bum onto the cushion of the couch. He felt he should be comforting her in some way.

"Niall, what's wrong with me?" She had tears overflowing her grey spark filled eyes yet again. She looked at him, like he could provide a proper answer.

"Well...huh- ... everyone has their flaws..." He said. Dumb bell! What kind of answer is that?

Lottie nodded understandingly. "I just, I try you know?" Her stare prolonged on him, and Niall could only manage to nod. "I try so hard. And it is like no one sees it, understand? No one can see how hard I'm actually trying."

That made no sense whatsoever to Niall. Lottie wasn't trying! She was gliding through, smoothly.

"You're Lottie! You... have to keep going." What gibberish are you even saying?

How could all of this be true?

"I just want..." She stopped. She looked around. She didn't have an answer. She didn't know what she wanted? Lottie Tomlinson struggled? "I just want..."

Niall looked at her. Did he see her? Did he actually see her?

He thought he did. "What happened today? What made you sad?" Niall asked, voice low.

"It was... it was my job..." Lottie massaged both her temple with the index finger and thumb of one hand. Niall stood quietly, now his look was expectant for her to talk, although set back and in control. "The interns mock me, and my other colleges treat me as a joke. They find petty things about me and just... have at it like a feast."

"Like the Lipid Lottie thing." She sighed sadly.

"Yes." Lottie answered.

"What happened this time?"

"Niall, do you find me attractive?" Lottie blurted out.

Niall's eyes shot open, his chest fired up, his heart bombed. His skin was sweating profusely in a matter of seconds. "Wha-... Pffh-.. Whahh... Nah-... well, I- Yes?" He got up. "Why- hum,...why do you ask?"

"You do?" She got up as well, her eyes were lit up.

What does this all mean? Niall asked himself.

"Everyone will stop calling me Virgin Mary, God Dammit!" She murmured under her breath and Niall's eyebrow rose.

Lottie stepped closer to him. "Have sex with me!"

"What?" What is happening?

Niall wasn't sure how things ended up in Liam's bedroom. After a sloppy kiss and the recollection of Lottie whispering clearly "Take off your clothes." his memory got blurred, he was too excited and scared and kept pinching himself when Lottie was not looking to assure he wasn't dreaming.

Liam's bedroom was wide and clean. It smelled almost inhabited. The floors were bloodberry colored carpets, the windows were big but the blinds covered the view completely.

Lottie had turned on only a nightstand lamp and it gave the room a warm tone of orange. She was only in some greyish long socks, panties and a brassiere. It drove him to insanity.

Niall stood by the door, polo still on, boxers on his hips and his socks as well.

No exchange of saliva, no moan or hickey. Just Lottie's sloppy kiss that happened so fast.

She approached him. He bit his lips afraid they'd bleed when the girl grabbed his hands and set then on her torso. Lottie gave him approving eyes, but he was sure this was a dream, so what was the point?

Niall's curious finger hooked around the band of her panties to slowly pull the soft cotton cloth down her legs. Lottie's heavy breath getting caught in her throat with a gasp as the boy's cold hands brushed on her thighs' sensitive skin.

The white piece of clothing dropped on the floor at the same time as Niall's knees. The boy looked up at Lottie, his crazy blue eyes with pupils dilated almost completely, clueless of what to do next.

"Go on then." Lottie's breathy whisper, although intended to sound stern, was shaky.

Niall looked the girl in the eyes and gulped, his heart was beating a million times a second watching Lottie's flushed cheeks turn even redder.

His hand found her calve and he softly gripped it, and Lottie's eyes fluttered close as Niall raised her petite foot to remove the panties completely off, repeating with the other leg, delaying what was to come.

Until finally Niall's eyes adverted to Lottie's nakedness. His dagger like gaze onto the girl's thick light brown fuzzy hairs...

Was this moment happening? Was he actually going to bed with Lottie Tomlinson? Was Niall's most vivid and replayed wet dream going to become a reality?

Niall licked his lips, nuzzling his nose to Lottie's inner thighs, her pubes tickling his cheeks as he breathed in the unfamiliar scent. A small pleasureful smile grew on his lips, his heart beat out of his chest and although his weird back story with giving a lot of girls oral in highschool and all the pornography the bloke had watched in his younger years, he struggled to come up with ideas of what to do next.

"Niall..." Lottie whimpered what sounded like a beg of frustration.

"Mmm, right..." the boy came to his senses. He grabbed her knee, his hand enveloping the back of her leg and distanced her feet gaining more access, Lottie letting the boy do what he pleased.

Carefully his cold fingers pressed against her warm outer labia feeling it's warmth and humidity, before he heard another surprised gasp from Lottie.

At that Niall's cheeks were cherry red as he explored, he parted the hairs of her girlhood trying not to focus on the her sharp breaths that he swore would eventually drive him crazy. What will she taste like?

He pressed his tongue flat against her without thinking, and from impulse Lottie bit her lip to hold any type of sound from coming out, only a pinched whimper made through. Her hand had found Niall's that had been clutching to her thigh and unconsciously their fingers intertwined perfectly.

Niall slapped his tongue repeatedly against her noisefully, first slowly but quickly gaining speed, getting used to her flavour, her hips rocking back and forth to rub on the boy's mouth, creating more friction.

Lottie took her other hand up to her mouth and bit on it, her eyes shutting in pleasure. Little incontrolable whimpers getting more out of hand before the girl got so in it, she could no longer care about the noise. She could only focus on Niall's coordinated circling tongue pressed against her, the waves of pleasure that she felt.

Lottie's invisible back hairs stood up, her tummy contracted and her teeth-marked hand flew to Niall's hair that she tugged, moan's now just coming out of girl's mouth.

Niall, in exhilarated breathing, backed away and got up towering over her. He was becoming overwhelmed

Lottie ached and burned, she was frustrated that she didn't get that finish, like how she experienced when she touched herself, but they were just getting started, she reminded.

Their eyes locked and surprisingly they got even more nervous, Lottie watching as Niall's adam's apple popped in and out in a loud gulp.

Only when they awkwardly disconnected gazes had they noticed their hands still were laced together.

Niall's thumb grazed the side of Lottie's hand. Lottie's eyes softened.

She let the boy's hand go and looked back again in his ocean eyes, her hands travelled up to his clear blue polo, her fingers grasped on the fabric.

"You okay?" Niall asked and the girl nodded back in response.

"I'm good. You okay?" Lottie asked making the boy crack a smile and nod as well. "Maybe we should move this to the bed?"

Niall's heart skipped a beat. His cheeks turned crimson. His mouth was dry. Why should it be this nerve wracking? "Yes." Niall said but stood still.

So Lottie simply turned around and walked to the bed sitting on the edge of it, undressed, flushed, staring at Niall with that look, those coy eyes, that mouth, her mouth hanging, she looked perfect. Niall was sure Lottie could hear his heartbeat for it was so loud it filled the room around them. Her tiny soft hands went behind her back and her brassiere draped off her carved shoulders down her thin arms, she looked down as she threw it to the dusty ground, exposed.

Niall's breath hitched, he didn't know where to look. He didn't want to be disrespectful.

Lottie stared expectant, her body was something she once was insecure about but this felt different. Now she'd flaunt her body, she liked the eyes on her, they made her feel confident and attractive. So what was so different about showing all of her now?

She was bare naked, and watched as Niall clearly had a hard time dealing with that fact. But she didn't feel so confident now, she was scared of what was about to unfold. "Niall, look at me..." She spoke with softness, like honey, almost whispering, completely vulnerable.

Niall glanced up. He was so flushed, red as cherry, oh gosh! It wasn't clear why but Niall's blushing features, the tent on his briefs, all her racing thoughts, it all set fire to her loins. Lord, save me, for my thoughts are the sin of lust! Lottie started to cream on the mattress, looking up at him.

He was so handsome. He always had been. And so utterly unaware of his beauty, almost cliché. Lottie could feel her heartbeat, like thunder striking through her body.

When Lottie thought it couldn't get stronger, Niall started to walk, decided, in her direction.

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A/N: Deeply sorry I interrupted the scene, next chapter comin' real soon with the rest of it;)! If you think Lottie and Niall are set and done with the challenges to their relationship or if you think that they are even close to being a couple you would be wrong!! Also I'm dying to publish the Harry and Louis meeting scene, but you will have to wait because it is a bit down the line.

Also I do consider Louis to be THE main character and Louis' and Harry's relationship to be the most important plot wise just so you guys know... :)

QUESTION 1: Who would you say are the main characters?

QUESTION 2: What is one thing about their lives, Liam, Louis, Niall, Harry and Zayn have in common right now at this point in the story?

QUESTION 3: I didn't ask last chapter but what do you think of the double standard present in how Lottie and Niall's weight loss is talked about by the gang and Lottie's co workers?

QUESTION 4: What does the paragraph where Lottie thinks about how naked she truly is at the moment mean? How can you relate it to the way she feels about Niall? What does she feel?

QUESTION 5: How was the first sexual scene I actually ever wrote in detail?

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Next update: 18.02.19, Monday