The Situation

EIGHT

HARRY POV

Last night was an eventful night, I would call it. After I took the fake blonde back into a random room for a mediocre blow job, I remembered how bad she was in bed. I don't care about her, but I'm not a total ass, so I finger fucked her and told her I didn't have a condom. I have a reputation to uphold. I can't have her talk shit about how I can't finish her off.

She was in obvious need of some action, she didn't let me have the pleasure of ripping her clothes off after she blew me, she had already stripped and attempted to take off my shirt. I remember grabbing her hands to stop, picking her up and fling her onto the bed. I pull my shirt over my head then straddled the top of her thighs and moved my hand to rub that magical nerve, while I licked and sucked bruises on her chest. After she had her first orgasm, I trailed my fingers down to her entrance and gave her two more orgasms. She was too tired from all the pleasure and was probably too sore, so she sucked me off again and we parted ways.

I checked to see if Louis was passed out in the bathroom, but he wasn't. I looked in the kitchen and in the living room, but he was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed another beer and made my way to the basement. I walked across the clusters of bodies to the couch with Luka and the guys. By the time I finished half my beer I was starting to feel drunk and wanted nothing more than to lay in my bed and sleep. I scan the basement for any signs of the party slowing down and getting less crowded and I spot Louis.

He's dancing his heart out in the middle of the floor. His feet are planted on the floor shoulder length apart, he's bent over with his hands on the concrete with his ass flying and swinging on a guy. I start chuckling and pull my phone out to take some needed videos of this hilarious moment. The guy's hands are gripping Lou's small waist, probably trying to control the dramatic swing of his ass into a smaller area.

Lou starts to draw his hands up his legs and onto the other guy's hands and pushes his ass into the man's jeans. Lou has a big ass for the size of his body, and he seems to know to use it too. He flips around and leans his head back to look at the man's face and drops his hand to dancing partner's ass. They are talking to each other, but I'm too far away to eavesdrop.

They continue to dance together and then start doing weird shit. Lou is doing the fucking robot and I have no clue what the other man is doing. They both laugh so hard and stumble around each other, then just stop. Both of their faces are serious, and they hold eye contact for a while, seeming like they're sizing each other up. Louis' high pitched voice rings around the room like a damn boat horn, "YAS BITCH!!!" Then lunges at the man's face only to suck it off. I watch them snog for a few milliseconds before I chug my beer and play on my phone to pass the time.

About an hour later, the guys are ready to go. Liam hasn't drank since we got here so he's going to drive us back to our apartment. Niall is staying here; we already drug his drunk ass up the stairs and locked him in Lukas room. The rest of us went through the dance floor to the stair, pulling Lou from the man's mouth and telling him we're leaving.

"Come up for air! We're leaving!" Zayn shouts at them. Louis nods and grabs the man's hand, and we all head out to leave. I guess we're leaving with a plus one. Usually, one of the others will leave with a plus one. Louis swings all directions; this is nothing new to us. We sometimes get strange looks from others, but a simple shout or push out of the way one time scares them away. A person can look at us in the wrong way and it's an automatic deck to the face. Don't hate the player, hate the fucking game that is college. We don't get any stares tonight, which is good, I'm too tired for that tonight.

I have no idea how we all fit in this car. Liam's driving, I'm in the passenger seat, Zayn is sitting painfully on the center console between us with one foot in each seat. Louis and the unknown man are snogging in the backseat. Zayn and I didn't want to sit back there with them, so we just crammed in the front.