Entering Liam's house, you are immediately greeted by the loud music and lot's of drunk classmates. "Hey," Liam welcomes you in.

"Hey Liam. Thanks for the invite!" You yell over the bass of the music.

"Had to take advantage of the parents out of town!" He says as a girl begins to pull him away and to the dance floor. "Have fun!" He shouts.

"I'll try," you mutter to yourself, grabbing a bottle of Tito's and pouring a generous amount into a red solo cup. You take a big swig, wincing as the alcohol burns down your throat. You take another sip for good measure.

"Damn shawty, you goin through shit?" You turn around to find Zayn behind the counter, grabbing a beer. He laughs as you chug the rest of the tequila, slamming the cup on the granite. You are going to regret drinking it that fast.

"Wanna dance?" You ask, adjusting your top as he watches you lift up your boobs and put them back in place. He stares at your cleavage, and grins.

"Hell yeah baby," he quickly walks around the counter and grabs your hand, guiding you to where everyone was dancing.

He plants you in front of him and his hands find your waist. You push yourself closer to him as you rub against him, slowly swaying. You run your fingers through you hair and let your arms stay above your head. You can feel Zayn getting hard through his jeans. His fingers brush against your sides, giving you goose bumps. His hands travel past your midriff and caress your boobs, giving them one good squeeze. The tequila in your system takes control and you let out a moan.

"You're so bad," Zayn whispers into your ear. He continues to grow harder against you as you push your hips backwards and into him. He slowly feels down your body again, stopping just below your skirt. Your heart begins to race as he plays with the hem of the fabric.

"Zayn," you murmur.

"Just let it happen," he states as he slowly pushes your skirt further up your legs. He slides his hand underneath the material and rests his hand on your inner thigh just below your beating vagina. Just as his tugs at your lingerie, he pulls away, leaving you confused and needy.

"What the fuck Zayn?"

"I need another beer!" He replies, making his way to the cooler on the porch. "Stay right there sexy."

"As if," you mutter. I really need to get laid now, you think to your self.

You stumble past the people dancing, feeling a little loopy; tequila can do that to you. You step onto one of the stools and boost your self up. You stand on the kitchen island counter top, trying to find him. You begin to rock back and forth, and the walls begin to move. Suddenly, you are falling. Your feet hit the ground, and Harry holds onto your hips.

"What the hell were you doing up there," he questions you. "You could have fallen."

You look at him. You laugh.

"What are you laughing at? You're lucky I got you down before you fell," he states.

"You have lipstick on your face," you chuckle as you wipe red lipstick from the corner of his mouth.

"Well yeah, I was enjoying myself until I saw you standing on the counter about to fall out of the corner of my eye," he retaliated.

"Sorry," you giggle, grabbing his half hard dick through his pants. "I need you right now," you tell him eagerly.

"You're definitely drunk," he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah you're not sober either," you snap back. "Come on Harry, please. I fucked you twice yesterday, the least you could do is return the favor," you plead, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stares at your lips.

"Actually, I fucked you twice yesterday." He asserts, looking you up and down hungrily. "Let's make it interesting," he smirks with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "First one to find the other calls the shots tonight."

"You bastard," you grin, letting him out of your grip. "Deal."

"I'll give you a ten second head start and then I'll come looking for you. If you get to me before I see you, then you have complete control." You shake his hand. "Better start running, kid."

You rush through all the people as Harry begins counting down from ten. Your heart beats fast. You push past sweaty bodies and passed out people on the ground. You turn a corner, leading you down a hallway with lots of doors. You turn another corner. At the end of that hallway, the big sliding glass doors lead to an empty indoor pool. You gasp in awe.

Hearing footsteps approaching, you quickly hide next to the doorway, ready to scare Harry if he came through looking for you. The footsteps become louder and louder until Harry walks through the doorway and right passed you. You quietly tiptoe up to him from behind and jump onto his back. He yells in surprise.

"I found you!" You laugh, ready to take your winnings. You hop off of him and he turns around. He is so close to you your breasts touch his panting chest when you breath.

"I like when you're in control," he winks. With no warning, you crash your lips against his, having been teased enough. He kisses you back passionately. Your tongues battle for dominance within your mouths. You gently bite his bottom lip with your next kiss.

Harry drags his hands down your body, and squeezes your bottom.

You break away from the kiss. "I'm in control Harry," you affirm. You spin him around and push him against the wall with force.

"Come here," he responds, holding out his arms. You jump into his arms and cross your legs around his torso. He tastes like mint gum and alcohol, and you love it. You grind your hips up against him. He slowly begins walking away from the wall and through the door way, still kissing you.

"Where are we going, Harry," you say in between kisses.

"A bed," he states. "So you can take advantage of me." You smile into the kiss when he says that.

He jiggles a few locked door handles before finally opening one with ease. He quickly walks you both in and closes the door with his foot.

I can't write any more tonight I'm dead tired this is longer than I thought it was gonna be but I'll upload again tomorrow since I still don't have any school work to do. Hope you guys enjoy and are doing good!