The Siren

Louis POV

It’s been a whole day since Harry finally woke up. The ship wasn’t currently heading in any direction in particular but I knew I would have to set course for somewhere before the crew went mad.

Speaking of going mad, guilt was eating away at me. I knew what kind of family Harry came from, and a family like that doesn’t just let their only daughter get kidnapped by a wanted pirate. I knew the King’s navy was after us, and if they caught us we’d all be dead.

I couldn’t do that to the crew. I would have to turn myself in and leave Liam in command of the ship. Harry would have to go home. She needed to go home. I bite my lip hard and stare into the dark blue hues of the night, I couldn’t tell where the ocean ended and the sea began. This decision was just as indecipherable; I don’t want Harry to go home. I want her to stay with me so we could be together.

“Lou?” I hadn’t noticed that Harry was standing so close to me, wrapping a recently tanned hand around my wrist on the ship’s wheel.

When I meet her eyes, they’re full of curiosity and innocence, “Are you alright?’

I manage to give her a smile and let go of the wheel to hold both of her hands in mine, “Of course.” The wind gently brushed past us, sending Harry’s long chestnut brown curls away from her face. I take the chance to stroke the exposed cheekbone, which she leans into after her eyes fluttered shut.

Dammit, this is gonna be hard.

“Aren’t you tired? You’ve been up for days.” She asks softly.

I couldn’t speak. I’m scared that once I open my mouth my thoughts will spill out and I won’t be able to stop them.

“I’ll lie down with you.”

That woke me from my pitiful trance, “Okay.”

She laughs quietly before taking my hand and leading me to my cabin. I make sure to close the doors behind us and flop onto the when she tries to gently push me onto the bed. I shift onto my back and let my limbs sprawl out so I resemble a starfish.

“You must be exhausted.” She begins to remove my boots, which I hear thud onto the floor a second later. She begins to undress me, starting with the coat I had on to ward off the cold out on the deck. She removes the sash I’ve tied around my waist, but hesitates to reach for the lacing on my trousers.

“Uh—Louis, I…is it okay if I untie them? I just think you’d be more comfortable.”

I smile at the bashfulness in her voice and I couldn’t resist the urge to look at her if I wanted to. When I peek down at her, she’s got a lovely blush going from her cheeks down to what I could see of her chest. Luckily for me, the collar of her blouse was rather loose and with Harry leaning over I could see more than she probably wanted me to.

“It’s alright, love.” Once she has my consent, I feel nimble fingers at my lower torso for a moment, the material of my trousers not as constricting. I don’t know what I’m thinking at that moment, the logical part of my brain must have shut off once I looked down Harry’s shirt, but I begin to wiggle out of my pants. I arch slightly before shimmying my hips to get them down to my thighs before Harry pushes my stomach down and forces me back onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” she sounds breathless.

“I’m hot.” Even when I’m tired I’m able to cover my tracks with a quick lie.

I hear her sigh, “Fine.” She yanks on the pant leg and gets the suffocating material away from my legs. I reach up to unlace the tie of my blouse before I finally feel comfortable. I let my eyes shut and take even breaths as Harry goes about the room, most likely folding my clothes and hanging my coat on my chair.

“You promised to lie down with me.” I remind her; I can barely hear my own voice, I must be tired.

“Alright, alright.” She lies down in front of me before and decides to use my arm as a pillow. I allow myself the pleasure of wrapping my arm round her waist and burying my nose in her hair, a scent of perfume and sea air mix when I inhale.

“Louis…”

“Hmmm?” I murmur

“I…I was thinking about my parents.” I tense at those words. Shit, she wants to go home. She doesn’t want to be here anymore.

“What about them, love?”

“Relax, Lou. I’m just telling you that I’ve been thinking about my parents, not going home.”

I really didn’t want to have this conversation. I just wanted to fall asleep with Harry in my arms. But I knew that if I kept avoiding the topic I would just feel worse and worse and I would lose more and more sleep.

“What about your parents, love?”

She turns so she’s facing me. I loved that. I loved that she wanted to be brave and face me as she voiced her concerns. I stared at her as her emerald eyes searched my face. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I knew I had scared written all over me-- hell I probably stank of fear.

“I thought about how long it’s been since I’ve left.” Left. Not taken, “And when we docked and I ran into that soldier, and he didn’t say anything or recognize me…” she trailed off. I looked down at her and her eyes were misty. She tucks her face under my chin and I can hear her sniffle.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I—I really love being on this ship and being here with you but I just—wouldn’t my parents have sent someone by now? Don’t they care that I’ve been missing for weeks? Am I not important enough that they—”

“Stop that.” I cut her off before she can get even further into a dark space in her mind, “Look at me.” I brush my fingers through her hair and try to calm her down, “Your parents are probably worried sick and have sent a whole lot of someone’s searching for you. You are the most important person in the entire world to them and if it were me, I would track them down myself and hurt them for trying to take you away from me.”

She’s actually crying though. I was trying to prevent that but I made it worse, “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No. You said everything right.” And she curled even closer to me and craned her neck to kisses against my cheek, then another series of kisses to the corner of my lips. Then she was kissing me, and I could taste her tears. I know we need to talk, but I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her even if my life depended on it.

Her arm wound around my waist and pulled me to her so we were touching from head to toe. I guess we weren’t close enough for her liking because she pushes me back slightly so she can loom over me, our lips part for a moment so we can catch our breath, but it’s too long so I pull her back in to me.

She lets her hips fall against mine, her knees pushing mine apart. I slip my hands under her loose fitting blouse, letting my fingers dance up and down the smooth expanse of her back. Her skin is warm and smooth to the touch, much like her lips, which I can’t seem to get enough of.

“Louis.” She rises up on her knees and forearms to look at me. But rather than keep her stare on my face, she lets her gaze go down to the opening of my blouse. I look down to see that the string has unlaced quite far down so the skin between my breasts is exposed.

I look up at Harry and see that her gaze is now transfixed on that very area of my body and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth.

In a split second I make the decision to unlace my shirt all the way down and, while keeping an eye on Harry to see her reaction, slowly pull the shirt to the sides and expose my breasts to her.

I watch as she struggles to take in her next breath. Her lips tremble as if the words she was ready to speak keep escaping her. Her eyes meet mine for a second but go back to my chest before a whimper manages to leave her lips.

She sinks down and trails her lips down my sternum. She teases kisses to the tops of my breasts. Her hands slide up and down my sides, the material of my shirt felt like a horrible barrier that was keeping us apart.

I flip us over so I can remove my shirt completely. If I thought Harry was speechless before, this was something completely different, she was completely frozen. I bite back a smile when I see how heavily she’s breathing.

Since she was too shocked to move, I decide to help her. I take her hands in my and set them high on my stomach, right below my breasts.

“Can—” her voice sounds fucked out already, “Can I touch you?”

I smile, “Please.”

Instead of slide her hands up like I wished she would, she drags them down around my hips and sits up. She’s eye level with my chest and kisses my collarbones before making her way down. I watch as she takes her sweet time. It’s excruciating to watch as her plush, pink lips move centimeters away from where I want her.

Right when I look away and brush her hair over her shoulder, her tongue flicks against my left nipple and I cry out in surprise, gripping her hair tightly. That results in her closing her mouth around my breast and moaning out a sound that causes my stomach to clench.

“Harry.” My head falls back as she sucks harder and I can finally feel her palms slide up and cup my breasts. She hums before switching to my other breast but leaves her hand to play with my nipple.

“Love, can you look at me?” When she manages to get her mouth off of my skin her eyes are glossed over and her lips are even red and puffy, a red flush has kissed her cheeks and a thin sheen of sweat is forming on her chest.

Speaking of which, I wanted her to be just as naked as I was, “Can we take your shirt off, love?”

She nods and lifts her arms up. I laugh once before sliding my hands under her shirt and letting my fingertips glide up her sides and down her arms before throwing her shirt to join mine on the floor. I look down at Harry and see her still admiring my breasts before noticing how the blush went all the way down to the tops of her breasts.

I hum in appreciation at the sight and cup her in my hands, feeling the weight of them. At some point Harry laughs a, causing her breasts to jiggle nicely.

“What’s so funny?”

“Are you just going sit there and bounce my tits in your hands or are you going to touch me?”

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Lady Styles, your beauty and ripe flesh have distracted me.”

“I’m not Lady Styles anymore, Louis.” She smiles, but I can see a brief moment of sadness.

I place my hand on her cheek, tilting her head up so she looks at me when I speak comforting words to her “You’ll always be Lady Styles to me, all prim, proper, and pure.”

“Not quite pure,” she kisses the swell of my breast, “but still purer than the likes of you. An obscene, rum-seeking, sex fiend.”

I give her a gentle shove so she’s laying flat on her back, “I can’t argue with that.” I lay down on top of her, letting my face get buried between her breasts. I hum and press kisses to her hot skin.

Harry POV

Louis’ lips glide across my right nipple and I have to bite my lip from making an embarrassingly loud noise. She lets out hot pants of air against me breast as she continues her assault and it feels just as nice as the breeze of the ocean air out on the deck.

Her breathing becomes even but she’s stopped kissing me. I look down to see what’s caused her to stop and I’m both enamored and disappointed.

Louis has fallen asleep facedown in between my breasts. I sigh before reaching for the covers and pulling them over us. I slide my hands up and down her back before kissing the top of her head.

“Goodnight, Louis.”

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.