"You can take 3 drinks right?", she said. I smirked at her. " I could take a whole lot more Shayla.", I bit back.
At the same time, we both took 3 drinks straight, not stopping. She finished a second after me, shaking her head. " Intensity.", I said as she laughed at me. Zayn and Niall, shaking their heads as they left, made me and her alone. I knew they wouldn't be gone for a good 12 hours.
That's when my head started to fuzz up. Well, I was conscious, but I don't know what I was doing. Scratch that, I was conscious. And I kenw what I was doing. I just didn't know why. Wait, I knew that too. Shayla was hot. Well, When your 3 drinks in , and your gut is overuled by your strong desire to get laid, well, Your desire gets overruled.
I put my hand on her thigh real slow and stroked it. She got goosebumps, so I knew she liked it. She bit her lip, and moaned the shook her head. " Harry....its late...We shouldn't-" I looked at her and smirked. " You can't drive, love. You been drinking...haven't you.", I said, leaning in to kiss her. She hesitantly kissed me back, and as I slid my tongue into her mouth and intertwined to with hers, she has given in. I smirked into the kiss getting on top of her on the couch. She looked into my eyes, seeming a hint of innocence, but I knew Shayla, and she was far from innocent. But I liked it, I kissed her fore head, going down to her nose, then meeting her lips. That turned her on. She surprised me by switching positions suddenly, I thought I would fall, but this couch was big as hell. I held her waist in the air as she straddled me, she was all on me, on my crotch. I loved it. Her hair flowing from her head. I just couldn't resist my urge to lay her out on the couch. The alcohol was in full force, as I kissed her a few minutes, I felt gin in my veins as I laid her on the couch. This must have been the large bed couch, because her body seemed small. I hurried taking off my shirt, she hurried and took off her clothes, and I saw her in a simple bra and underwear. Damn, I had to stare for a sweet second. She blushed and looked at me. She noticed my tattoos as she traced them lightly. I kissed in between her breasts, and she arched her back as I went lower reaching her underwear. I slipped them off, slipped mine off, and then-
Shit. My head hurt. There goes my beautiful Memory.
