I Can Change Your Life

I woke up the next morning in Harry’s arms. My head felt a bit foggy, but no headache yet. That was a good sign. I didn’t want to have a hangover while cleaning up the house after last night. Although I got rid of most of the cups last night (and drank most of the cups), there was still a lot to clean before the house would look presentable again.

I made sure that I remembered everything from the night before, and I was pretty sure I did. There were no blocks of time missing – only a few moments that were a bit hazy, but I still had control over myself. I let out a quiet sigh of relief. The last time I had been drunk was while drinking with Josh and a few of his friends before we broke up. That night was one that I wished I could have blacked out for.

Harry moved beside me and my thoughts of Josh immediately left my mind. He pulled me closer to him. I tried to adjust my legs a bit but when I moved them, I felt pain radiate from my thigh up to my groin. It wasn’t unbearable though. I probably just stretched a muscle out too much. Besides having sex, I never did any sort of physical activity.

“You know,” Harry said quietly. “I can always tell when you wake up, even if you don’t move.”

“How?” I asked. I didn’t even know that he was awake.

“Your breathing is different,” he answered.

I smiled at how Harry had memorized my breathing patterns. He squeezed me tighter and kissed the side of my neck that was exposed to him.

“I have to get up,” I said quietly. He tightened his grip around me and laughed. “Harry, I have to pee!”

“Pee the bed!”

“What the – no!” I said, trying to get away from him. With every movement I continued to feel pain my right leg.

“Come on,” he laughed. “It’ll be funny.”

“Yeah, to you! Not me!”

“Exactly. Then I can make fun of you for it,” Harry said. He continued to laugh and hold his arms around my waist.

“Please,” I begged. “You know if I pee that bed it’s going to get on you because you’re pushed up against me. Then I can make fun of you for lying in a puddle of my pee.”

Harry let go instantly and backed away from me a bit. I didn’t move. “Go!” he said.

“Nah, I think I’ll pee the bed now.”

Harry pushed on my back and continued to tell me to get out of the bed. I finally rolled off the side of the bed and landed on my feet. When I walked to the bathroom that was combined with my mom’s room, my leg continued to ache, but it seemed to be more in my groin than anything.

I sat down, and as soon as I started to pee, I felt pain. I looked down to see blood in my underwear. Had I started my period in my sleep? I counted the days in my head, and I had another week before I was supposed to start again. I continued to pee, very slowly, and after I wiped, I checked the tissue to see pink.

Pain, blood, groin muscles…I tried to connect the symptoms. Then it hit me. Harry. The bathroom. I hadn’t forgotten about it – I could never forget about it, it was the best sex I had ever had, and probably will ever have. But he had gone so hard. I remember the circular motions he had done, and how deep he had gone into me. I was sore from sex with Harry. Besides my first couple of times having sex I had never been sore the next day. Or bled from it.

I walked out of the bathroom very slowly. The pain was a lot more sensitive now that I had used the restroom. I was able to walk normally, but I could feel my face slightly cringe with certain steps that made it hurt. My vagina only hurt when I was peeing, but my leg hurt really badly from having it around Harry’s waist for so long. And he kept pulling it up higher.

I neared the bed and Harry gave me a weird look as he noticed my unusual expression. I sat down on the bed and let out a small “oo” at the slight pain.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked as I slowly pulled my legs onto the bed.

“My right leg is really sore, like in my groin,” I began to explain. Harry already had a small smirk on his lips. “I realized it was from you holding my leg up in the bathroom.”

Harry let out an eruption of laughter. “Oh my god,” he said in between laughs.

“Oh, that’s not all that’s sore,” I said with a nod as he continued to laugh.

“You mean…” Harry’s words trailed off and he stopped laughing a bit. “Holy shit. I’m sorry.” He continued to giggle a bit.

“Yeah, it was so bad that I thought I started my period.”

“Woah, you were bleeding?” Harry became a bit more serious. “Why?”

“You fucked me really hard,” I laughed a bit at my words. It was so weird to be having this conversation with Harry. It would be different if I had a girl best friend and I was telling these things to her, but instead I was telling Harry, who was a guy best friend, and the guy who had done it to me. I didn’t want him to feel bad, but I could tell that he seemed indifferent about it. “Don’t trip. That was the best sex of my life.”

Harry smiled again but looked at me sadly. “I want to touch you but I am afraid of hurting you or something,” he laughed.

“Oh my god, shut up. You should be proud that you made me sore. That’s a good thing, duh.”

Harry smiled again. “Really?”

I laughed. “Of course. But not all the time. Only real men can do it to a woman who is not a virgin.”

“What do you mean ‘real men’?” he asked.

“Well, men who have…a lot to offer…” I moved my eyes down to his crotch and bit my lip.

“Is this you trying to tell me that I’ve got a big dick?” Harry said with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. “Is it weird that this conversation might be turning me on a little?”

I laughed a bit and shook my head against the pillow. “Just stop talking,” I said with a laugh.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head against mine. “I’m sorry for fucking you too hard,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I’m not complaining.”

“But I made you bleed. I don’t think I’ve done that to anyone before.”

I just sighed and turned my head backwards to catch his lips with mine. I knew that my breath was probably horrible from the night before, and that my makeup was smeared all around my face. But I didn’t care. With Harry, it was like nothing mattered.

The door opened and instead of pulling back in a rush, Harry pulled away softly. I looked up to see Niall standing in the doorway holding his head. I relaxed instantly. Niall already knew about me and Harry, but if it was Louis who walked it, well, who knows what would have happened. Louis would probably be okay with it, based off of the conversations we’ve had about Harry before, I think he wants us to be together. But, it’s not that easy. Nothing is ever that easy.

“You guys are gross,” Niall mumbled as he slowly shuffled his way over to the bed.

“What’s wrong, Niall? You got a hangover?” I asked.

He nodded and started to crawl up on the bed. He crawled up in between me and Harry. Harry scooted away from me as Niall got under the blankets with us. I was confused the entire time until he grabbed onto my arm and tried to cuddle with me. He hiccupped a bit and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Niall?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Are you still drunk?”

He nodded again.

Harry started to laugh from the other side of Niall. Niall continued to snuggle up to my side.

“Mommy, take care of me,”Niall said with a groan. “My head hurts.”

Harry erupted into a fit of laughter. His legs kicked in the air and he held his stomach as he laughed. Niall pulled his arm away from me and tried to hit Harry.

“I’ll get you some ibuprofen,” I finally said. I was careful while getting up. I could see Harry watching my movements with a somewhat sad expression on his face. I felt embarrassed for being hurt and I hated seeing Harry look at me the way he was. Like he had done something wrong.

I went into my mom’s bathroom and grabbed the pills for Niall. When I walked back over to the bed, Niall was watching me walk. I sat down slowly and turned my body so I could lay back down.

“What’s wrong with you?” Niall asked as I handed him the pills and the water that was sitting on my mom’s nightstand.

“Ask him,” I said as I pointed to Harry.

Niall looked at Harry as he gulped down the pills.

“I beat that pussy up,” Harry said.

My cheeks turned red and Niall looked over to me while laughing just as Harry had laughed at him earlier. “That’s so gross!” Niall yelled out. “You guys are like my family. Family doesn’t beat each other’s pussies.”

That’s when I started to laugh. Niall's slurred words and awkward phrasing made it hard for me to sit still as I joined in on their laughing fit. I could feel the pain in my leg, but I was able to ignore it.

“What’s so funny?” Liam asked from the doorway.

Niall put his hands up and repeated Harry’s words. “Beat that pussy up!” he slurred.

Harry and I continued to roll around in laughter.

“What the fuck, Niall. You’re still wasted.” Liam laughed and made his way over to the bed. He did what Niall had done earlier, but instead got on the other side of Harry. I was thankful that my mother had an extremely large bed.

I was somewhat afraid that Niall might accidentally spill our secret since he was drunk, but so far he seemed okay.

“I think I’m the only one who actually got any last night, though,” Liam said.

“Whoa, Liam, you got some?” Harry asked.

Liam nodded proudly with his dimply smile spread across his face. “Oh, yeah. Some blonde babe with huge boobs. Fucked her in the guest bedroom. Against the wall. It was awesome.”

I cringed a bit at the details. I couldn’t imagine Liam hooking up with anyone; he was too nice and adorable to be having sex.

Niall gave him a high five and then went back to cuddling up to my arm.

“What the fuck?”

Everybody turned to the door to my mom’s room to see Louis standing there in his boxers and shirt from the night before. He rubbed his left eye and stared at us.

Niall threw his arms up and shouted, “There’s still room! Come on, brother! Join the cuddle train!”

Louis hesitantly walked up to my side of the bed and climbed in behind me. I scooted closer to Niall to give him more room. Everyone remained quiet as we all got comfortable.

“I’m falling asleep,” Niall mumbled before letting out another hiccup.

Louis peeked his head up from behind me and looked at Niall. “Niall, are you still drunk?”

We all started to laugh again. It was moments like these that reminded me why I loved these boys so much.

-

Niall slept while the rest of us cleaned up the house, which was fine because I’d rather not have to try and get somebody who was drunk clean my house. Plus, it would ruin his time.

Louis took Liam and Niall home once they were done cleaning. Harry’s car was at my house since he had ditched school with me yesterday, so he could leave whenever he wanted. I didn’t know what to do with him though. We usually spent most of our time at school, doing homework, having sex, or hanging out with the rest of the guys. We hadn’t really spent too much time one on one since we had been hooking up though.

“Why don’t we hang out at your house more?” Harry asked as he cooked us something to eat. I loved watching him cook barefoot and shirtless in my kitchen. For a moment I imagined that this would be like if Harry and I were married someday. My own thoughts frightened me. I pushed them away quickly.

“I don’t know. It’s pretty boring,” I replied while I polished off an apple that was sitting in the bowl on the counter in front of me.

“We could make it fun,” Harry turned to give me a wink from over his shoulder.

I shook my head and bit into the apple with a smile. “Not happening,” I replied with apple still in my mouth.

“I know,” Harry laughed. “How’s your vagina?” he asked, casually.

“Better. My leg hurts more than anything. I guess that if I’m going to be with you I need to work on my flexibility.”

“Be with me?” he asked with a smile and raised eyebrow.

I decided to completely ignore the question, and try to ignore why I might have said that. “Are you almost done cooking? I’m starving.”

Harry shook his head with a laugh. “Shush, woman. Be thankful you have a man who cooks for you.”

I smiled at his words as I continued to bite my apple to try and curve my appetite until I could get some real food. We were acting like a couple, and as much as it did frighten me, I enjoyed the feeling of normalcy and acceptance.

Harry cooked some delicious ham and cheese sandwiches with the cheese melted just right.

“That was delicious,” I said as I placed my plate down on the coffee table in the living
room.

Harry continued to eat his food while staring at the TV. I was sitting with my back against the arm-rest of the couch and my legs draped over Harry’s legs that were using the edge of the coffee table as an ottoman. He used my knees as a table while he ate.

Once he finished, I picked up our dishes and brought them into the kitchen to rinse them off. I returned back to the couch, but before I could sit down next to Harry, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I fell into his lap with a laugh as he began to attack the side of my face with quick kisses.

I took his face in my hands and placed a kiss on his lips. No tongue. Just a nice, innocent kiss. I pulled away and he rested his forehead on mine.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked in a breathless whisper.

“I don’t know, but I’m scared,” I admitted.

“Me too,” he said, “but it feels right.”

I looked into his eyes to try and search for the answer. I didn’t know what was happening between us, but he was right. This felt like it was supposed to happen, like we were supposed to happen.

“I know you feel the same,” Harry said quietly. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

I gave him a sad smile. “I just need to clear up my past before I can commit to our future.”

“I like those words,” he said, “our future.”

He bent down to kiss me again but quickly stopped when the front door began to open. I crawled out of his lap, but remained directly next to him on the couch. He draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side. It didn’t matter who was to walk through the door and see us snuggled up on the couch. I didn’t care anymore. My dependency on Harry was much too evident to deny to anyone, even Louis.

“Hey guys,” Louis said as he walked into my house with Liam and Niall behind him. Louis gave a quick glance over to us, but didn’t say anything. They all had groceries in their hands.

Niall ignored it like it was nothing, and Liam just stared at us with a confused smile. We weren’t doing anything wrong – Harry just had his arm around me and my left hand was on his thigh near his knee. Louis and I used to sit like this all the time, minus my hand on his thigh though.

“I thought Lou was taking you guys home,” I said to Niall and Liam as they walked across the living room to follow Louis into the kitchen.

“We did. We all showered and changed our clothes and packed up some PJ’s because we’re having a sleepover.”

“Oh, hey, sure guys. You can all spend the night tonight, wow, thanks for asking,” I replied sarcastically.

Liam laughed and followed the boys into the kitchen to unload whatever groceries they had brought over.

“A shower actually sounds really good,” I said.

“Yeah, let’s go shower,” Harry said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes and got up slowly Harry smacked my ass as I stood up and I turned to look at him with a smile. “Behave,” I said very quietly.

“But it’s so fun to be bad,” he whispered back.

“Harry, while Gianna’s in the shower you should head home and shower and get some clothes for yourself. Tonight we’re doing round two,” Louis said from the doorway to the kitchen. He lifted his thumb to his mouth to imitate a drinking motion. “We’ve got to finish this alcohol off.”

I laughed and began to head up the stairs with Harry following behind me to get his things from my room.

“Want me to wait for you so you can go with me?”

“We should listen to Lou. Plus, by the time I’m done getting ready and stuff you should be back.” I walked into my mom’s room to grab Harry’s shirt and shoes. He followed me into my room so he could grab his wallet and keys.

“I don’t think I can go that long without you,” he said with a pout.

“You can sleep through the night without me just fine, so I can think we can be apart for an hour.”

“That’s different, you’re with me in my dreams at least.”

“Knock it off,” I laughed as he tried to snake his arms around my waist. “I told you to behave.”

“And I already told you how I feel about that,” he whispered into my ear. A shiver went down my spine and I couldn’t resist him when he pulled my head back and started to kiss me. I responded immediately. I turned around in his arms so we were facing each other and the kiss deepened even more. His hands held onto the sides of my face and mine were grabbed fistfuls of his shirt.

“Harry,” I breathed against his lips. “I don’t want to take this too far. I’m too sore.”

“You’re right.” He breathed. “Plus Louis is expecting me to leave.”

I nodded and hesitantly pulled away from him. “I’m going to get in the shower now,” I said as I pulled my shirt off with a smirk.

“Really?” he groaned. “Why you gotta tease me?”

“Because it’s fun,” I said as I pulled down my jeans. I picked up my towel and walked over to the bathroom, leaving the door open. I bent over and turned on the water. I looked over to Harry who was still watching my every move. I pulled my bra off slowly and let it slip from my fingers. I kept my eyes locked with Harry’s as I pulled my underwear down and stepped out of them. I went over to the shower and began to step in very slowly.

Harry walked over to me very quickly and grabbed onto my shoulder with one hand and my face with the other. He pulled me back in for a kiss. His removed his hand from my should and placed it on my left breast. He centered his hand on my body and gently traced his fingers all the way down my body, giving me goosebumps all the way down. His fingers began to tease me very gently.

I pulled myself away from the kiss and traced my hands down his body until I was on my knees. I undid his belt buckle and pulled down his pants.

Notes

This isn't a super eventful chapter, but I promise you the next one will be more eventful.

Also this might probably be my last update until next year since I am leaving out of country for the holidays.