Olivia's POV.
Greeted by an eerily silent house, our laughter erupted through the thick sheet of darkness. Only a few jagged outlines of furniture were visible, illuminated by the soft yellow street lamps creeping through the small gap in the curtain.
"Jesus Christ, I need a drink" I croaked, snapping my eyes shut as Harry flicked the unforgiving living room light on.
His large hands snaked around my waist; lips dancing over the skin of my neck.
"Harry-" I giggled, clasping my fingers around his arms and squirming against him.
I tried to wriggle free, launching myself forward which resulted in us ending up in a laughing heap of tangled feet and hands on the floor.
"Oh my god" I exclaimed, still struggling to catch my breath. Harry clutched at his stomach; body convulsing and trembling against me as he broke out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"Stop Harry, please, I can't breathe" I gasped, somehow managing to drag myself from the floor. I stumbled, swaying slightly as I made my way to the kitchen; mind hazy and vision distorted. I filled a pint glass to the brim, and began downing it desperately as I walked back to Harry, who was slumped against the sofa on the floor, rizla and drug in hand.
I watched his slender fingers in admiration as they worked effortlessly; my heart pounded as his tongue lazily left a slick line of moisture across the seal along the paper. Unaware to him, he was driving my mind insane. He licked his lips, before sliding his tongue back into his mouth, and studied the creation in his hand.
"Lighter" he demanded, holding out his hand to me; eyes fixed on the joint dangling between his index and middle finger.
I did as I was told, watching his thumb flick the switch and the flame tower from the small plastic covered by his palm as he brought it to the twisted end of the joint.
I positioned myself with a leg either side of him, my bum resting just above his knees.
Taking in a deep drag, I watched his cheeks sink in; eyelids heavy as he pursed his lips, before exhaling a thick stream of smoke from his full, moist lips. He took another toke, and leaning forwards, he pressed his lips to mine, bringing them to part with his as he passed the smoke from his mouth to mine. He smirked against my lips, taking my lower lip between his teeth as he eventually pulled away after what felt like minutes. I inhaled deeply, letting my eyes sink back into my head and lids close as it filled my lungs instantly. He slouched back to the sofa behind, smirking at me as I remained straddled over his thighs. Every inch of my body tingled as time slowed down; my heart drumming rhythmically against my chest, strong, slow beats pumping tainted blood around my body. I ran my hands beneath his t-shirt, stroking them over the rippling abs beneath his warm skin. He lifted his hand up towards my lips, which were soon wrapped around the long, thick creation between his fingers. He watched me intently; our eye contact constant, before bringing it from my lips and back to his. I took advantage of his extended neck; running my tongue along the length of his sharp jawline as he groaned huskily into my ear; the harsh burning of the insignificant looking thing between his fingers prominent in every gravelled word he spoke.
"Keep doing that" he mumbled; his voice clouded with the thick smoke lingering in his throat.
I began sucking on his neck; his free hand winding in my hair as he took another drag.
"Off" I mumbled into his skin, tugging on the hem of his loose white tee. He placed the joint between my lips and obligingly lifted his arms over his head; my eyes instantly devouring his stretched-out torso beneath me. He grinned lazily as I passed it back to him; our tongues entwining softly but lips refusing to meet. I fumbled with his belt as I concentrated on his exposed shoulder, quickly moving to his collar bones; his chin tilting towards the ceiling as his body revelled in the drug's gripping effects. I grazed my lips over his skin, dragging his zip down whilst poking kisses down his front. I followed the subtle crevice between his abs, shifting my body down his jean-clad legs as my mouth continued its way down. I brushed my lips over his slight snail-trail; his stomach muscles tensing in retaliation. He was fully aroused; he'd been hard for the past 20 minutes as I sat above him- as our lips and hands teased one another.
