I Can Change Your Life

“Give me that,” I demanded as I stormed up to the side of the house we were at. Harry nearly dropped the joint that was in his hands. I pulled it out of his hands and put it in between my own lips. “Lighter,” I held out my hand for the lighter, but instead Harry flicked on the flame and brought it up to my mouth. I sucked in until the fire caught. Harry let the flame go out and I continued to suck in. I handed it back over to him and held in the smoke.

He held the cherried joint in between his thumb and index finger and just stared at me. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. I blew the smoke into his face. “Stop staring at me.”

Harry just shook his head and put the joint in between his own lips. He relit the end and took in a long drag. He took two puffs before handing it back to me. I held up my hand and shook my head.

“I got all I need,” I explained. “I just needed a little something to calm my nerves.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked through a mouthful of smoke.

“What isn’t wrong?” I laughed. “We’re at a burnt out high school party. The alcohol is all gone. Louis, Niall and Liam all left to go try and get more. Kelly and Amber are here. It just sucks.”

“He’s here, isn’t he?”

I took in a deep breath and nodded. Harry nodded in return as if he already knew this from the beginning. He held the joint back out to me and I took it without hesitation. “Yeah, I do need more.”

Three joints later and the boys still weren’t back with any alcohol. At this point I was so baked that I didn’t even care about the alcohol. I just wanted to get away from this place. Everybody else was in the house dancing and playing lame games or something. Harry and I were still sitting in the backyard off to the side of the house. But that wasn’t just because the rest of the party was lame. It was mostly because we were far too baked to move. We had found our way to the ground and were now lying flat on our backs.

“Fuckin’ A,” I shouted up to the sky.

“What?” Harry asked, slightly startled.

“I would kill for a fucking iced tea right now.”

“Oh shit. With lemon?” Harry replied.

“Yes. Doesn’t that sound so bomb right now?” I kicked my legs into the air and let out a small groan. I began to shiver a bit as the cold air surrounded my legs. I had tights covering my legs, but those only did so much in cold weather such as this.

I looked to my side to see Harry lying on his side to stare at me. He looked right into my eyes with a small smile. “What?” I laughed.

“I never knew you were so cool,” he admitted.

I turned so I was facing him, too. “Let’s play a game.”

“Okay, what game?” his eyes lit up with curiosity.

It was dark on the side of the house, but I could still see a slight glow coming from his eyes. I never realized how gentle they were.

“We each take a turn saying something that we used to think about the other person. I’ll start.” I put my left arm under my head so I was sitting up a bit more. “I always thought that you hated me.”

“This is dumb!” Harry laughed out.

“No!” I laughed in return. “It’ll be funny. Just do it!”

“Okay, okay,” he licked his lips as he thought of something to say. “I always thought you were stuck-up.”

“Ouch,” I chuckled. “I always thought you had some sort of social anxiety because you were never around when I was.”

“I always thought you were banging Louis.”

I let out a scream of laughter. I slightly began to roll around laughing at his assumption. “Why…what…oh my god!” I tried to get out a sentence but I was laughing far too hard. Harry started to join me in laughter. It wasn’t really that funny, but because of the dizziness in my head and the weed in my blood I couldn’t stop my giggles.

Once I finally got control over myself I was able to reply. “I always thought you had a great taste in literature.”

“I always thought you had a great taste in music.”

I smiled a bit at his compliment. “I always thought you were extremely talented at singing.”

Harry’s face lit up as his response flew from his lips. “I always thought you dressed really cute.”

My heartbeat began to pick up as the dynamic of the game began to shift. “I always thought your tattoos were sexy.”

“I always thought you had nice legs.” Harry’s hand reached up and slowly began to caress the side of my thigh.

My breathing became more rugged as his hand went from my knee, up to my thigh, up to my hips and then back down. He did this a few times before he began tracing my thigh tattoos through my tights.

“I always thought about what it would feel like to kiss a guy with cute dimples.”

“I always thought about what it would be like to fuck a girl in the grass.”

I took a fistful of the grass we were laying on and pulled it out of the ground. I sprinkled the grass over Harry’s head. In one swift motion he was laying on top of me with a fistful of his own grass. He dropped the grass onto my shirt with a smirk on his face. All I wanted to do was bite Harry’s bottom lip and hear him moan. I had heard his imitation of a moan, but I wanted to know what he sounded like while…

“Gianna? Harry? Are you guys over here?”

Harry rolled off of me and stood up as fast as he possibly could. I tried to get up, but my body was too tingly. I smoked way too much, and was starting to feel a little higher than I originally wanted.

“Yeah,” I called out. “On the side of the house.”

Niall came around the corner with his iPhone posing as a flashlight. “Oh. Gianna, what are you doing on the ground?” he asked.

“I can’t get up,” I admitted. I brushed the grass off of me and tried to get up again. I was able to sit all the way up, but my head became heavy and I laid back into the grass.

Niall looked at Harry with a confused look. “She’s stoned,” Harry explained.

“Louis’s going to fucking kill you,” Niall said. He walked up to me and shoved his cell phone into his pocket. “I’m going to carry you to the car, okay?” he asked me in a slow and gentle tone.

“I’m stoned, Niall. Not retarded.” I held my hands out to him so he could lift me up.

Harry leaned against the side of the house as he tried to suppress his laughter. Niall told him to shut up as he lifted me off of the ground. Once I was standing Niall placed his hands on my hips and hoisted me over his shoulder.

“Hey, Niall?”

“Yeah?”

“I like your butt,” I laughed while I placed my hands in his back pockets. Harry was laughing from behind me while Niall carried me toward the door to go back into the house. He slid open the door and I squealed at the sudden change in light. I had nowhere to look but right at Harry’s chest since he was walking right behind Niall. I reached my hands out and pushed Harry out of the way so I could see around.

Harry moved so he was walking next to Niall. I looked around and saw empty cups and glass bottles sitting on the kitchen table. I could hear laughter from the living room as we grew closer. At the sight of Niall carrying me, everybody moved out of the way. As Harry and Niall walked through the path, everybody continued to stare to try and see who it was that Niall was carrying.

“Oh my god, look at how wasted she is,” Amber said to Josh in a not-so-quiet voice. “How trashy.”

I put up my middle fingers to the crowd and waved them around slowly, making sure that everybody in the room got a good look at them.

“Drunk girls are not cute,” Kelly called after me.

“Fuck you, I’m on PCP mother-fucker!” I bit my bottom lip and waved my middle fingers around more frantically.

Kelly, Amber, and Josh all gave me mortified looks. I could hear Harry laughing as he finally exited the house. Niall walked down the street to where Louis was leaning up against his car. As soon as he saw me he gave Niall a panicked look.

“She’s fine,” Harry said quickly. We all knew that Louis was making his own conclusions in his head.

“She’s not fine,” Louis interjected. “She’s higher than the god-damn Heaven itself. And she just told everybody in there that she’s on PCP.”

Louis gave me a disappointed look and I just placed my hand on his chest. “Hi, Louis-Bear,” I said with a smile.

His frown turned into a somewhat lopsided smile. “Hi, Gianna,” he replied.

Niall set me down on the ground after Harry had already crawled into the backseat. I had finally gained the feeling back in my legs, so I was able to stand myself up without Niall’s help. I sat down next to Harry in the backseat and pulled my seatbelt on. Louis started the car and I closed my eyes for a brief second.

I vaguely remember feeling hands being placed on my waist once again. I think it was Niall again. I must had fallen asleep on the ride home, and even though I was somewhat aware of what was going on, I refused to open my eyes and try to get myself to bed. Niall placed his arms under my bottom and carried me bridal style up to the house. I opened my eyes once I was set down on Harry’s bed. I looked up expecting to see Niall hovering over me, but instead Harry was there. I wiped my eyes a bit and looked around to see that I was in Harry’s room, not Louis’s.

“Where’s Louis?” I asked.

Harry headed over to his closet and pulled his shirt off. He struggled to get out of his pants and pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts instead. “Liam is passed out in his bed already. Niall and Louis went to sleep on the couches downstairs.”

“Why is Louis going to let me sleep with you? That doesn’t seem like something he would do.” I looked down at my clothes and felt extremely uncomfortable.

“I told him that you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the floor,” he explained. He continued to dig through his closet before he found one of his only shirts that still had the sleeves on it. He tossed it over to me.

“What’s this?” I asked, holding his shirt up.

“You didn’t pack yourself a shirt,” he said while digging through my backpack. He tossed my shorts over to me before walking over to his dresser. He opened up his sock drawer and shoved the cigarette box back into the bottom.

While he was turned away, I pulled off my shirt and quickly put his on. It was enormous – more like a dress than a shirt. The sleeves hung low on my arms, and the bottom of the shirt hit my mid-thighs. I pulled my shorts down from under the shirt and then quickly removed my bra and hid it inside of my shorts. Just as I was about to pull my tights down, Harry turned around. I didn’t stop however. I slid my tights down my legs and stepped out of them. I picked up my pajama shorts, and instead of putting them on I threw them onto Harry’s face.

“Stop staring at me like that,” I said as I pulled back his blankets to get into his bed. I rolled over onto my side so that I was facing the wall and closed my eyes as I waited for sleep to come back to me. I buried my head in Harry’s pillows and sighed.

I felt the bed sink down next to me. Harry’s body slipped into bed behind me, but I didn’t budge. “Harry,” I said, “what are you doing?”

“You seriously think I am going to sleep on the floor?” he laughed. “Even when I know that you’re not wearing shorts?”

I scooted over just a bit so I was lying closer to the wall. He adjusted himself within the room I had given him. I bit back a smile and said, “I’m not wearing a bra either.”

Harry stopped moving and let out a throaty groan. “Are you trying to kill me?” he groaned again. “Jesus, Gianna.”

He said my name in the way that drove me wild. My heart was starting to beat fast as I felt Harry’s hand rest on my hip. “I love the way you say my name,” I breathed. “Say it again.”

Harry turned so was facing the wall with me. He came up close behind me, but not close enough to be pressed up against me. The fact that he respected my boundaries just added to the pumping of my blood. He put his head next to mine and placed his lips next to my ear just as he did in the car before the party.

“Gianna.” He said it flawlessly. I didn’t try to hold my breathing back any longer. My breath was heavy, and I let it become audible in his room. When he heard this he let his lips brush up against my ear. Very slowly he slid his bottom lip down to my ear lobe. He placed a gentle kiss on it before pulling away just enough so he wasn’t touching me anymore. I felt his heavy breath against my ear and neck. He bent back down and gently took my ear lobe into his mouth. I let out a slight gasp at the feeling. My skin began to burn. He sucked on my ear lobe very gently before baring his teeth. He bit down just enough so I could feel a slight twinge of pain. I gritted my teeth and pressed my back up against his chest.

He wrapped his left hand over my torso, and in one movement he flipped me over, laid himself flat on the bed, and pulled me on top of him.

He pulled my head down so he could kiss around the back of my ear and down my neck. He pulled my hair all to one side and then put his arms back so they were wrapped tightly around me. My legs parted just a bit so I was almost straddling him. He kept my body pressed up against him and continued to bite and kiss the side of my neck.

He pulled away from my neck and rested his head back on the pillow. He let go of me and placed his hands on my hips instead. I looked down at him and wanted to kiss him so badly. He licked his lips as I bent down. I stopped so I was just barely hovering over his lips. I laughed a bit before sitting up. I was completely straddling him as he remained laying down on the bed. His hands moved up from my hips to my upper-torso, right beside my boobs. I arched my back just a bit and grabbed his hands with my own. I picked them up and placed them over my boobs. He gently began to massage them from under my hands. I let go and placed my hands on his hips as I gently began to move my hips.

The feeling of his t-shirt against my nipples made my blood pump even faster. I could hear Harry’s breathing becoming heavier and heavier. I still hadn’t felt his hard on from under me and was starting to get impatient. I began to lightly grind my hips on his. He let out a small moan and I finally felt him getting hard beneath me. I could feel the outline of his cock and began to grind harder on him, following his outline as I did so.

Harry let go of my tits and placed his arms around me again. He pulled me down so I was lying on top of him again. I let my head rest against his chest as I continued to grind. He reached behind me and pulled down on my hair so my head was forced up. He caught my lips with his and pushed them against mine. The kiss was slow at first. He brought his hand around from my back and reached down to massage my thighs. He slowly worked his way up until he found what he was looking for. I let out a small moan into the kiss as he gently began to massage over my panties. The pace of our kiss quickened. Our tongues collided and wrestled as he continued to work me through the fabric. He pulled them aside and the contact of his index finger against me began to distract me from the kiss. My mouth opened and I began to breathe heavily against his mouth. He stopped kissing me, but left our mouths close. I buried my face into his neck as my breathing became shallow.

He rubbed faster and I let out a breathless moan into his neck. I began to lightly grind up against his fingers. He stopped before I could orgasm and began to pull my shirt over my head. I helped him pull it off before connecting our lips again for a quick kiss. He ran his hands up and down my curves as my breathing began to regulate a bit more. I was throbbing, and I needed more.

I moved myself downward so I could pull down his shorts. As much as I wanted him inside of me, I knew that it wasn’t a good idea. I wasn’t ready for sex yet; not after what happened with Josh…

I pulled my mind away from Josh and pulled Harry’s shorts down and observed his length. The contact of the cool air against his exposed cock forced a gasp to escape his lips. He looked down at me and opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. Liam was in the room next to us, and Louis and Niall were just down the hallway. We couldn’t risk anyone hearing us. Who knows what Louis would do if he caught us, or let alone found out about this.

I took the tip of him in my mouth. It was difficult to do since he was so big, but I managed to get a good amount into my mouth. I licked down the sides and followed my hands up after my tongue. I heard Harry let out a small groan as I slid my hands all the way up his length.

I put him back into my mouth as far I could and placed my hands on the part that I couldn’t cover. I began to move quickly – sucking harder and rubbing faster. Harry began to let out more frequent moans. He reached down and gathered all of my hair into his hands.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he tossed his head back against his pillow. He arched his back a bit as I began to move even quicker. I alternated my pace from fast to slow for a bit before going really slow and hard. “Holy shit.”

He let out a grunt as I started to move fast again, this time not changing my pace. His breath became shallow and his hips lightly began to move to meet the bobbing of my head. I was half expecting him to stop me and try to move on from the foreplay, but he never did.

He pulled on my hair as I tried my best to take in his entire length. I swirled my tongue around the tip from inside my mouth. Harry’s body tensed and I could feel his cock stiffening even more. He was close…

He pulled onto my hair even harder. “Look at me,” he demanded. “Look into my eyes while I cum in your mouth.”

I groaned a bit. I loved being told what to do. I looked right into his eyes as I quickened my pace. I placed my hands at the bottom of his cock and sucked hard. I pulled my mouth and hands up at the same time while sucking really hard.

“F-Fuck, Gianna.” He covered his face with his hands as he moaned out to try and silence himself a bit. He finished into my mouth and continued to let out small grunts and I continued to suck, making sure to get all of it. I pulled off of him and sat up. It was all gone in one swallow.

“Open your mouth,” he said quietly.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him that I had swallowed all of it.

“Fucking hell,” he said as he grabbed my hips and pulled me up to his mouth.

I stopped him before my thighs could reach his neck. “Um,” I interjected awkwardly.

“What?” he asked as he gripped onto my legs tightly.

“I’ve never…nobody has ever…” I didn’t want to say the words. But I had never been eaten out before, and I was a bit hesitant to try it. It was so personal, and the idea of having someone’s face down there just seemed weird. But I was still hornier than ever…

“Don’t be shy,” he said softly. “If you don’t like it you can tell me to stop.” He lifted his head to kiss one of my thigh tattoos.

He continued to kiss higher up my thighs and I slowly inched myself closer to his mouth. I was still somewhat hesitant and embarrassed, but I couldn’t take the feeling any longer. I needed release.

“Do you care about these?” he asked while tugging on my panties. I shook my head, and he ripped them off of me with one quick jerk. I was now completely naked with Harry’s head beneath me.

His kissed my inner thigh and slowly worked his way over to my slit. I tried to not think about the fact that his face was trapped underneath my body. I was literally sitting on his face. I almost laughed at the thought, but as soon as his tongue came out I didn’t care about any of that – I was too focused on the way he moved his tongue. I could feel the stubble on his face gently scratching my thighs as he moved. I could feel the cool metal of his lips adding to every flick of his tongue.

I couldn’t keep up with what he was doing with his mouth anymore. He wrapped his arms behind me and held onto my ass. He squeezed it as he continued. I could already feel myself getting to the point of pure bliss. My back arched and I couldn’t help but slightly grind myself onto him. I was trying so hard not to moan, but it was getting hard.

I began to let out a moan, but Harry’s hand was soon firmly clasped around my mouth. I placed my hands over his and dug my nails into his wrist as more moans escaped from my moan. I couldn’t stop them from coming, I could feel the rise as he moved quicker. Just as I was about to finish, he slipped two fingers inside of me with his free hand and pushed them in as far as he could. He gently pulled them apart and closed his mouth around my clit and sucked. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My body began to shiver as I reached my climax. I cried out into his hand over and over again with pants in between. He kept his fingers in me all the way to the end of my orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out of me and removed his hand from my mouth. “Suck,” he said as he placed his fingers up to me. I went down and cleaned myself off of his fingers. He groaned as I pulled away. I got off of him as he reached over to the floor to pick up the shirt I was wearing. He handed it back over to me and I slipped it over my head. As I climbed back into the blankets he pulled his shorts up.

I turned over so I was facing the wall again. My breathing was still heavy and so was his. He came up behind me and pushed his body up against me and wrapped his arms around my torso.

Once our breathing had calmed down, Harry let out a quiet laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I whispered.

“You’re definitely a throaty, breathless screamer.” He kissed the back of my head and adjusted himself. “Goodnight, Gianna.”

Notes

AHHHHH I WAS IN MY FEELINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!
SURPRISE!
ABZXHTYKQELBDXZ!!!!!!

Gotta be mature about this though ... ...

Gianna & Harry have A LOT more ahead of them haha.
TELL YOU FRIENDS ABOUT IT!!!