It was around three in the morning when we finally stumbled in through the door. When I say stumbled, I mean Louis and Harry convinced Liam to let loose and have a drink and we were all so drunk we could barely walk, stumbling. While the others jogged up the stairs, Niall literally carrying Bricia, Harry dragged me over to the small elevator on the other side of the staircase.
The doors slid open and I hurried inside with him hot on my heels. As soon as we were in he pushed me up against the wall and his lips found mine. It started slow but soon picked up speed as his lips grew hungry. His hands found my waist pulling me as close to him as possible as mine flew to his chest.
I chuckled as I realized we haven’t moved yet because Harry never pushed the loft button. I pulled away from him, reached around, and pushed the button jolting us upward. As the lift moved harry started to kiss my neck. I could smell the alcohol on his breath along with mine.
That familiar taste of peppermint and beer turning me on more and more. I smiled as his hands moved to slip my shirt off, and then to trace around my bra strap.
The lift stopped and the doors opened as Harry gripped my thighs and lifted me up, carrying me out of the lift and to my bed. He tossed me on the bed and I laughed. Then he climbed on top and straddled me while I reached up to take his shirt off, one button at a time.
Melissa smiled as I slid my shirt off. She was totally checking me out, and I loved it, because I was checking her out too. Her hands roamed up and down my torso, her eyes undressing my lower half. I smiled darkly and swooped down to kiss her. I could feel myself getting harder and harder as her hands moved from my neck to my chest, and lower. Finally she palmed my cock and I moaned into her mouth. Her fingers struggled to undo the button on my jeans and I reached down to help her trembling hands. Together we unbuttoned my pants and I slide them off.
“Are you sure?” I asked. The last thing I wanted to do was push her into something she didn’t want to do. She nodded her head and I preceded to slip her shorts off. I tossed them across the room and moved my lips up and down her neck. I could tell she was holding in a moan, so I gently rubbed one finger down her clit. She let out a moan and I smiled. Tonight was going to be fun, and I would finally make her feel like the woman she deserves to be.
I woke up the next morning groggy, exhausted, hung-over, and in pain. Last night was easily the best night of my life. I turned my head to the curly headed man lying next to me. His arms were wrapped around my naked body and his breathing told me that he was still asleep. I could stay like this forever. Harry was the first guy to ever make me cum, and not just once, or twice, but five different times in one night. Let’s just say, he is really good in bed, and I am really exhausted. I let out a yawn and stretched out my limbs. Harry stirred next to me but stayed asleep. I slowly sat up and looked around the loft for some clothes. Abandoning the attempt I crept over to my dresser and pulled out some underwear and a bra. I gently closed the drawer when I heard someone say “You’ve got the cutest butt”. I spun around to see Harry sitting up rubbing his eyes with a smirk on his face.
“Pig” I muttered and walked back over to the bed; collapsing down next to him.
He bowed his head down to my ear and said “Oink, Oink”.
I laughed as his breath tickled my neck. I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand and sat straight up.
“Shit! I forgot about school!” I jumped out of bed and out of Harry’s reach.
“Babe, it’s Saturday, there isn’t school on the weekends.”
“I said it’s Saturday. Saturday means no school, now come back to bed.” He patted the spot next to him.
When I moved it wasn’t towards him, but towards the stairs, snatching up my robe on the way.
Shrugging on my robe I descended the stairs to a quiet house hold. No one was up, and sure enough, the calendar on the kitchen refrigerator said Saturday the 18th. A sigh of relief left my lips and soon became a scream of fear as arms wrapped around my torso.
“Shh!” Harry chuckled, covering my mouth with his large hand. I squirmed out of his grasp and moved to the counter on the other side of the kitchen.
“You almost made me pee!” I whisper shouted. He laughed at this.
I picked up an apple on the counter and threw it at him. He dodged to the left just in time for the apple to hit the spot where his head used to be just mere seconds before.
“Are you bloody mad? You could’ve kill me you little shit” he laughed.
I could hardly hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. “Your face!” I choked out. Then he pounced and I ran. Harry chased me around the house for about five minutes before I collapsed on the floor out of breath.
“I quit” I gasped. He stood over me smirking and holding his hand out. I took it and he lifted me up. He leaned in and kissed my lips, but before it could go on any longer I pulled away and walked over to the pantry. I grabbed the pancake mix and a bowl. I turned back to the counter that Harry was now sitting on and began to make breakfast. Harry helped me of course, he seemed to be a much better cook than me. I stirred the batter and he flipped the pancakes. I thought we made a pretty damn good team.
The smell of food soon woke up the others and one by one, Niall being the first, entered the kitchen to eat. Liam and Zayn helped set the table while the others sat around talking. Once the table was ready and the food was cooked, I set the plate of pancakes, sausages, and hash browns down in the middle and sat next to Harry and Shane. We all ate like a family that morning.