I Can Change Your Life

Louis said that is was going to just be us – a friendly kick back. Well, apparently he had gotten the words “kick back” and “rager” mixed up. Louis invited a bunch of his new college friends, Niall and Liam invited a bunch of people they had met this year, Harry invited only a couple people from school, and I only invited one of my neighbors who was a freshman and seemed pretty cool. Somewhere between my neighbor and the few people that Harry invited, the entire school found out about the party and showed up around eleven.

Harry made sure to keep me relaxed by rolling a blunt for me before the party started. He cleared all of the valuables away from any open spaces and hid them in garage and locked it. My house was pretty much already drunk proof, so it was easy to get ready for a party. Most of Louis’s college friends provided the alcohol and I think Niall was able to get his hands on some through a friend also.

All I knew was that it was almost midnight, I was drunk, and I needed to find Harry because I wanted to kiss him really bad. I searched through the house and finally found him getting ready to play beer pong in the backyard. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his back as I took a sip from my red cup.

He turned around and saw me standing there. He quickly bent down and kissed the top of my head. “There you are!” He said, happily. “I was just about to go look for you. Do you want to be my partner?”

“Um, fuck yes. I kick ass at beer pong,” I said as I finished off the drink I already had. I looked to see Louis standing on the other side of the table, setting up his own cups. “Louis!” I shrieked.

He looked up with excitement and screamed my name right back at me. “Gianna! Hi! Are you drunk?” he asked.

“Yes! Are you?”

“Fuck yes! I made a new friend!” He wrapped his arm around the shoulders of my neighbor and loosely pulled him over to him. “Fucking Milo! He’s the shit. He’s going to help me kick your ass.”

Harry laughed. “That’s not possible. Because we are unbeatable,” he said with a laugh. “We’ve never played together, but we are going to be unbeatable. I already know.” He gently placed a hand on my shoulder and rubbed. I just wanted to hug him and kiss him, but I couldn’t in front of Louis. It was really hard to refrain, but I was surprised I was actually able to do it.

“Who gets first shot?” Milo asked as he cleaned off the ping pong balls.

“Ladies first,” Harry said. He handed me a ping pong ball and slightly bowed. “M’lady,” he said as he placed my ball in my hand.

I took is and gave him a slight curtsey. Louis laughed and I took one step back and made my shot. The ball swished right into the first cup of the rack. Louis cursed under his breath and tossed the ball over to Harry for his turn. Harry threw the ball and made it into the same cup that I did. We cheered and gave each other a high five.

“You have to take two!” We shouted at the same time.

Louis mumbled stuff to Milo as he handed him a cup. They finished the drinks quickly and placed them on the side of the table. The game continued on, and I ended up getting death cup – I threw the ball into the cup that Louis was drinking out of and made it, giving his team sudden death, which meant that they had to drink everything. There few cups that were left, and all of our cups that were left.

“Fuck!” Louis shouted as he tried to gulp down the beer.

“Take it easy there, Lou. You’ve got a lot to drink,” I laughed.

“Yeah this might take a while,” he laughed as he took a break from his cup.

Louis turned around to talk to the people behind him and I took this as my chance to get Harry alone. Before I could grab onto him, he took hold of my wrist and quickly led me through my house and upstairs. We went up to the bathroom that was inside of my bedroom so we wouldn’t be bothered by anyone, but could use the lock on the door since my bedroom didn’t have one.

The bathroom was a decent size, but being our drunken selves, things were not going too smoothly. Harry’s lips crashed onto mine and he began to lift the bottom of my shirt as the kiss deepened. He had me pinned up against the wall right beside the shower. He reached his hands under my bottom and lifted me up by my thighs.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned as I bit on his bottom lip. I gently pulled on it and then let it fling back to his mouth. He bent down to kiss down my neck as he began to massage my boobs through my shirt. I felt so alive, so great. The desire between us had grown to a whole new level now that we were both drunk and still slightly high. All I wanted was Harry to fuck me, and because I was so drunk, it was literally the only thing going through my mind.

I reached down and began to massage him over his pants as he continued to nibble on my ear lobe and suck just behind my ear. He let out some moans just beside my ear. The feeling of his hot breath and sloppy kisses on my skin made me want him even more. He lifted his head and connected our lips again.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said against my lips.

With our lips still connected, I pulled us over to the counter. His back was up against the counter as I leaned onto him. I could feel his hard-on poking just above my pant-line since he was so much taller than me. I reached into the very back and pulled out a condom that had been floating around in there for quite a while. I ripped it open with my teeth and Harry unbuckled his pants as I pulled it out.

“You do it,” he said as he reached for the button on my jeans.

I gulped a bit as I leaned forward to gently roll the condom over him. I had never done anything like that before. Sure, I’d given him a blowjob and hand job, but for some reason putting the condom on him seemed more intimate than any of those things.

He got my pants unbuttoned and pulled them down all the way. I kicked off my shoes as I pulled my jeans off of my ankles. Harry grabbed onto my shirt and pulled it up over my head. He bent down to bit on my boobs before pulling off my bra soon after. He pulled off his shirt pulled his jeans down and let them fall to his ankles. He didn’t step out of them though; instead he grabbed onto my right leg and lifted it up so it was wrapped around his hips while my other leg was supporting myself on the ground. He used his left arm to hold onto my leg and his right to guide himself into me very slowly. I moaned out at the feeling. I was certain that I had never wanted him more than I did now.

As he started to moved faster, he wrapped his right arm around my waist to keep me close to him. He used the counter behind him to support himself will all of the weight that I was putting on him. The position was sexy, but difficult to maintain while drunk. It felt too good to try and switch though. Harry continued to slam into me, sloppily.

At one point he accidentally pulled open a drawer and slammed it back into place as he trust. The cabinets under the sink began to make pounding noises as he continued to go hard into me. We were being incredibly loud, but so was everybody else at the party. Plus, it could be anybody up here, it’s not like anybody would know that it was me and Harry.

He pulled me closer to him as he slammed his entire length into me. I tried my best not to scream at the top of my lungs at the feeling. He had never been this deep into me. It was somewhat painful but also eccentric through my veins. I leaned up against him as my hands searched for something to grab onto behind him. I somehow ended up turning the faucet on full blast. The impact of the water into the bottom of the sink made it splash over the counter and onto my shirt on the floor. I tried to flick it off, but Harry started to move so fast and slam into me so hard that I had to grip onto his shoulders.

I could hear the impact of our skin with every forceful thrust. We had never had sex this rough before, or this intense before. The feeling was taking over my body, and I could feel ever thrust becoming better and better…

“Gianna?” I heard a voice calling my name from outside. Harry heard it to because he stopped moving abruptly, causing a gasp to escape my lips at the change in feeling. He held himself inside of me, careful not to move.

“Gianna? Are you in there?” Louis knocked on the door.

Harry was shaking his head back and forth frantically, mouthing the word “no” to try and tell me to stay quiet. I didn’t know what to do. Louis banged on the door again.

“Okay, I know you’re in there, Gianna.”

“Uh,” I choked out in a shaky voice. “Yeah? Louis?”

Harry slouched his shoulders a bit in and then let his head fall back. He bit his lip and tried to stay still. My leg was still wrapped around his waist and my body was still leaning completely on his. He tried his best to hold up leg in that position we were in, but I could feel his arm growing weak.

“Gianna, what are you doing? Why is the water on?”

“Oh, uh…I spilled something on my shirt and I’m trying to clean it out,” I lied.

My leg slipped more. Harry used his entire body to hoist me up a bit to get a better grip on my leg. As he lifted my leg up and jolted his body up to hoist me up, he slipped deeper into me and my eyes rolled back just a bit as I felt him hitting that same spot he had been pounding just before. I covered my mouth quickly as my breathing picked up. Harry let out an audible groan and I could feel him throbbing inside of me. Instantly after a look of terror spread across his face. My eyes widened.

“Harry? Is Harry in there, too?” Louis asked through the door.

“Uh, yeah, hey,” Harry said as casually as he could manage.

“Yeah, he’s helping me wash it out,” I lied.

Harry leaned his head into the crook of my neck and planted a kiss there. He was getting impatient and it was almost unbearable to be in this position any longer. If we moved anyway, the feeling would be too much to handle though, so he couldn’t let himself out of me. We were both close to the edge, and far too drunk and horny to try and do anything but finish.

“I…can’t,” he breathed very quietly into my ear, “stay…still…anymore.” He separated each word with a breath.

I shook my head, but he kept it buried in my neck. His hips gently began to move in circles. He kept himself inside of me and slowly began to grind me from the inside. He had never done this before and I could feel him gently stretching me more and more. The mixture of pain and pleasure was unbearable. I bit down on my lip to try to keep quiet.

Harry’s breathing was heavy in my ear as his grinding moved a bit quicker. There was nothing I could do. Louis was still behind the door, Harry was going to make me come, and then everything was going to turn to shit when Louis heard us.

“Uh, well, okay. I’m going to head back downstairs, then,” Louis finally said. I hear his footsteps across the carpet of my room and the door to my room shut. I made sure to keep Harry quiet just a bit longer until I knew it was safe for sure. I faintly heard Louis’s voice from downstairs in the living room saying something about taking shots and I knew it was safe again.

“Fuck, do that thing with your hips again,” I said as I bit my lip.

Harry smirked and slowly moved his hips in a circular motion. As he did this I slowly moved my own hips up and down just a bit. Our panting grew heavier until Harry finally stopped.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I can’t take this slow shit anymore. You ready?”

“Ready?” I asked, as I slowly reached around to grab onto his shoulder, unsure of what he was talking about.

“Hold on, okay?” he panted. “I just…fuck.” As soon he finished his words he began to slam into me at what felt like rapid speeds. He held my leg up higher and higher until it was nearly tucked under his armpit. The stretch in my leg combined with the angle and the deep spot he continued to hit inside of me forced me to scream out with every thrust. I know I should have probably tried to stay quiet after almost being caught, but I couldn’t contain it. Harry moaned out with me, louder than I had ever heard him moan.

“Fuck,” he nearly shouted. “Gianna…fuck.” He went faster, if that was even possible.

I could feel myself getting closer. I reached down with my left hand and began to roughly rub my clit. Harry watched as I did so. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, keep touching yourself.”

“Oh my…Harry…yeah…fuck,” I moaned out.

He moved down and pressed our lips together in a half kiss, half moan. “Come with me,” he said against my lips. “Come with me, baby.”

He kept our lips touching as we both reached our orgasms, screaming out as we did so. My body continued to shudder as Harry pounded into me one more time with a rugged jerk of his hips. He called out my name and I could feel him twitch inside of me as he came.

By far the best sex we have ever had.

Around two-thirty the cops showed up at the door with a noise complaint and had to shut the party down. Around four, I had cleaned up most of the mess by drinking the half-full cups around the house so it was easier to throw them out. At that point, I was completely wasted and Harry had to help me up the stairs.

“I want to sleep in my mom’s bed,” I said as we finally made it up the top step.

Harry guided me into my mom’s room and helped me down onto the bed. “Do you want me to sleep in here with you? I can go sleep in your bed with Louis, if you want.”

“Why would I want you to leave me?” I asked. “Don’t ever leave me.”

Harry smiled and removed his shirt before crawling into my mom’s bed next to me. He gently stroked my hair and traced the features on my face. “Just making sure,” he finally said softly. “It’s amazing to think that a girl like you would want a guy like me to stick around.”

“What do you mean?” I asked as I stared into his eyes. It was dark in the room, but I could always see Harry’s gentle eyes even on the darkest night.

“You’re so gorgeous and smart and nice,” Harry slurred slightly. I didn’t realize he was that drunk, too. “And I’m just me. An average dude that smokes and drinks too much.”

“I don’t think there’s anything average about you. I’ve never met anyone like you,” I admitted. “I think you’re the best human being I’ve ever known.” I might have been drunk ranting, but I didn’t care. Harry needed to hear how I felt about him – to an extent.

“Can we talk about earlier?” he asked.

“Huh?” I was confused. I was thinking he was going to bring up Louis almost catching us in the bathroom, but he didn’t.

“The way you were drinking all that beer! That was so hot. I like seeing you strong like that,” he grabbed onto my arm and squeezed it, pretending to look at my muscles.

I laughed at his comment. “Yeah, I’m one tough bitch.”

Harry laughed and moved his face closer to mine. He pressed his lips against the edge of my nose. “The toughest bitch I know,” he said. “And the prettiest.” He kissed my left cheek. “And the funniest.” He kissed my right cheek. “And the realest.” He kissed in between my eyes. “And the sexiest.” He smirked and kissed the left corner of my mouth. “And the brightest.” He kissed the right corner of my mouth. “And the strongest.” He kissed my lips gently.

“Why are you so nice to me?” I asked with a blush.

“Because...I…you mean a lot to me,” he said.

My eyes began to flutter. I couldn’t keep them open anymore. The alcohol was weighing me down and I just wanted to sleep.

“Goodnight, Gianna.”

I turned to face the other way and he instantly scooted up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I had grown dependent on Harry’s touch – if we didn’t have some sort of contact when we were together things didn’t feel right. I had to be near him, touching him somehow, just so I can keep a hold of him and never let him go.

Notes

LOL!

THEY ALMOST GOT CAUGHT BY LOUIS!!!!!