How To Save A Life (H.S)

Mousy

Harry's P.O.V

The music was so loud I could feel it pulsing all over me. My heartbeat felt like it was in harmony with the music. I felt the people around me and somehow it was all like we were connected. In reality, we were all just jumping around with our fist or hands in the air. I felt infinite living in the moment.

I felt unstoppable. I loved the feeling. The one where you know that you're not empty because you feel it all down to your toes. I had my eyes closed but I felt my head shaking to the beat.

'I should probably be home working on my paper that's due in a few hours.' The small stupidly rational part of me thought. But I shut it down as soon as it appeared.

I'd find some way to have it done before 12PM. It was only 2AM. No biggie. I got shit done always no matter what.

I had just turned 21. I had a goal of enjoying my night outs even more. Eventually, I would have to graduate again from school. Then I'd actually head out into the real world and that's not good. Because then you really have to be someone or else, be squashed. No amount of donation can save me from that. And me? I'm the fucking around type.

I didn't take life as serious as I should have taken it. Which is farfetched of me to even try to explain. I just went along with whatever was happening and see where it took me. I didn't like to plan my life on a fucking schedule.

But I did need to graduate on time that year. I barely made it through high school. Maybe it was the fact that my Dad made a generous donation that I was actually studying in the place I was partying that night. Everyone knew the real reason as to why I was there at that school and why the university had put up with my shit.

I was arrogant as fuck. I was not a nice person. I'll admit that straight up. I had the mouth of a sailor and the mentality of a sleaze ball. I only cared about two things at that point in my life.

Getting a pussy and having a good time all the time.

Everything else was shoved into a box added to the pile of things I didn't care for. I didn't care for much actually. It was a miracle I was still alive with the way I lived. Before I could continue thinking about what I was, the song changed. It was one of those songs that hyped you up majorly. I knew it was time to tune everything out.

I lost myself in the music feeling more and more people join the dance floor. Eventually some girl was grinding herself up on my crotch suggestively making me smirk. Some girls was just so fucking easy.

I didn't really have to try with these girls. It seemed liked we all had the same thought process. Or maybe they were all just so pigheaded. I'm not saying all females are like that though. Just females in college.

I knew it was on with this one when she leaned up to my ear and whispered something that caught my attention. Something I liked a lot. The girl pulled away with a coy grin on her lips. I bit my lower lip running my tongue across it before nodding in agreement.

We got off the dance floor making our way hastily to the closest bathroom. Once we were in, we spent a good five minutes making out before I found myself shoving her down to her knees. I could tell this girl had another plans in mind but I didn't really care.

The only thing I focused on was the way her sloppy mouth felt around me. I had one hand in her hair to grab a hold while I thrusted. Beyond any drug or type of alcohol, pleasure was my favorite. I metaphorically compare it to drugs because it is a chemical in our system.

An orgasm is the body's physiological response to sexual stimulation, and involves involuntary body movements and vocalizations. This has a similar effect on the brain to that of an addictive substance, such as heroin.