The Situation

SIX

HARRY POV

The week before classes start is when all the freshmen arrive, the apartments are chaotic with people moving their shit in, the roads are more crowded, the sidewalks have more people roaming.

You can easily spot freshmen that've never been away from home, we have the crybabies, the wannabes, the fakes, the druggies, anybody and everybody new to the city. The bars are filled, the parties crazier, everything's louder, bigger, crazier.

The lads and I love all the chaos, we crave it. The girls are easy prey when moving into the apartment complexes that house many college students. The guys thrive at all the parties with meaningless hookups. They can be fun, but when there's no real connection it's dull, but I would never let the guys know I think that.

It's the same conversations, the same girls, same music, same alcohol, same boring thing over and over. This week, in mourning of summer break, our favorite frat is hosting a party like they do every year, it's supposed to be a banger. They go all out on this party every year. Most of the students coming back here will be at this party, the select few lucky freshmen will attend.

I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist and use my old tee shirt to dry my long hair. I walk into my room at the end of the dark hallway. The charcoal grey walls match all the furniture in the room. My bed is a mess of dark red blankets and pillows all thrown around the room mixed with random shit I have on the carpet. I look through all the clothes on the floor to see which shirt doesn't smell too bad, then look for my jeans on the floor somewhere in here.

Then I change into some black skinnies and a random tee shirt that smells decent enough and put on my old beat-up brown boots. I manage to somewhat dry my hair, so I toss the shirt in the corner. I make sure I grab my wallet and phone and go into the living room to see what the guys are up to.

"That's my fucking shirt Lou," Liam shouts at him.

"Boo who, cry me a fucking river and drown in it." He continues to type on his phone.

"Whatever," a shirtless Liam walks towards his room, "it looks like a dress on you, ya tiny ass shrimp!" He shouts from the safety of his bedroom. Louis gets up from the couch, ready to attack Liam.

"Fucking Wanker, come over here and stay that!" He yells at Liam. Louis has little man syndrome, he's tiny but runs his mouth like he's some big, tough guy; but he can still do damage when he wants too.

Instead of walking towards Liam, he walks into the kitchen and grabs himself a beer from the fridge, "ya want one?" He directs to me. I nod and try not to smile at this little twat. We all plan on getting wasted tonight and having a damn good night at the party, hopefully laid, that's the plan anyways. Liam comes back in the living room still shirtless and grabs a beer as well.

"I'm drying a shirt, none are clean" he says to no one in particular. And he's the clean one out of all of us.

            We talk about the plans for the party and who's getting laid tonight. Liam's talking shit about not having to wait for a party to get laid cause he's got a bird. He tells us how they met at a burger place one day and apparently, she fit with decent tits. He's trying to score with her tonight while we get some randoms. It gets kind of boring saying the same lines and routine of talking to some girl, only to get decent sex.

It's all the same, the girl always tries too hard to seem perfect or they play dumb, they have no personality, no passion for life. They're only there because everyone else is. After a few more beers, our mate calls and says he's outside. Let's get this show on the road.

"Niall's here!" I yell walking out the door.

            We pack into Niall's tiny ass car and head up to party. We're packed in like sardines plus a giant Liam. We end up standing at Niall's car for a while and finish the beer we brought. The loud shrill of brakes gets my attention, I turn my head to see some people getting out of a taxi, that was smart. A beefy boy gets out first and pulls a beautiful girl out. She's dressed in tiny ass clothing, leaving nothing to imagination. I have seen her around, maybe I'll take her to the back bedroom later on. I lick my lips at the thought of it. She seems to know her way around a bed.