Harry isn't necessarily the type of person that you can pick out from a crowd. Because he just doesn't stick out. The best way to describe him is completely invisible. He walks through the halls with his head down and his earbuds in his ear, blastin...
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Harry muttered under his breath as he walked up to the front door. He knocked on it and waited. There was loud music blasting throughout the entire house and Harry knew that due to the vibrations felt underneath his feet. He thought that no one would be able to hear his knocking, and he was actually praying for that to be the case. Just so that he could go back home and lie to his mum and say that it was a prank.
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He was thinking of how he could sell it when the door opened and Liam was at the door, smiling big. "Wow, didn't think that you would actually come. Harry, right?" Harry nodded his head. "Well, welcome to the party! The drinks and food are in the kitchen, there's a pool outside and the dancefloor is right here in the living. If you are planning on having sex, then there are a few guests roo-" "No need for that one, thank you," Harry says, cutting Liam off. He walked in and took off his sweater-like jacket and placed it on a coat rack nearby. He walked to the kitchen and he could already smell the booze. He picked up a cup and filled it with punch. He sniffed and he could tell that it was spiked.
"Well...consider this payback mom. I'm so going to throw up in your toilet," he says and downs a cup. Which really didn't taste bad. At all.
One hour and 8 cups later...
Okay...this is his first time being drunk, but he can definitely tell what type of drunk he is. He's the intimate and slutty type. Wanna know how he figured that out?
Because as he swayed his hips seductively to the music, he grabbed someone's attention. Well a few people's attention... Four to be exact. One of them just had the bigger guts to make the first move. Harry was giggling a little, but he kept swaying his hips, basically putting everyone who looked, into a trance. Now when he felt hands at his hips, his first instinct wasn't to yank his body away and scream at the person, no...
He pushed back.
Yup, you heard me right. The antisocial kid was pushing his hips back to whoever had a hold of him. He felt the person's thumbs at the small of his back, so he knew that the person was behind him. Harry opened his eyes as he listened to a rather sexy voice whisper, "You look so delicious babe." To which Harry bit his bottom lip and turned his head to look at who that sexy voice belonged to.
Zayn. It was Zayn who was speaking to him. Harry really wasn't surprised. Well he was surprised that he got the attention of one of the most popular boys in his school, but his drunken mind wasn't really focused on that part. He was really hooked on Zayn's touch and he wanted to hear some more praises from him. It always makes him feel good in a certain way (😏).
Harry pressed his bum against Zayn's clothed dick and he heard him grunt and it made him a bit riled up. "Didn't know you had a slutty side to you." "You don't know a lot about me," Harry pointed out and whispered the word, "Daddy." right into Zayn's ear. Which did it for the Bradford boy. He turned Harry and pressed his lips hungrily against Harry's. Harry knew that he was going to think long and hard about this after his hangover tomorrow, but he was kissing Zayn now and he doesn't want to miss out on that.
