Masked Insanity (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6: That's a beautiful name...

Harry's P.O.V.

I made my way up the long steps leading to the frat house. There was already so much rubbish everywhere, and I wasn't even inside. I chuckled loudly, thinking about the poor soul who had to clean up all this shit.

As soon as I opened the door, I was hit with the putrid odor of sweat and vomit. I was enveloped in the horde of grinders and drunkards. This is why I never go to these parties, even though I'm invited to all of them

As usual, dozens of people flocked to me, bombarding me with questions of why I decided to show up. Some put their arms around me, pretending like they knew me. Others offered to take my jacket for me and fetch me a drink. I scoffed and pushed myself away from them. The only reason they behave this way is because of my social status and money. All of them are the same. The moment I warm up to them, the begin to ask me for favors. They ask me for some money, and they 'appear' wherever I am in public situations. I've decided that I can't trust any of them, and I take care to distance myself from them.

"Hey Harry," some blonde came up to me, gripped my shirt, and pulled me towards her. Her breasts were pushed up to her neck, and her spray tan was melting off her face. "I didn't expect to see you here today, big boy. Remember me?" she whispered lowly.

I pulled out of her grip, so I could see her whole face. I rubbed my chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Oh yeah, I know you!" her face lit up hopefully. "You're Ursula, right? Hi, I'm Harry Styles," I put my hand out for her to shake. A bitter expression settled on her face, but she quickly pushed it away and began laughing maniacally.

"Hahaha, Harry! You're so funny!" she even put her hands on her stomach for effect, "you've always been quite the jokester." I simply stared at her with a flat look on my face. She really was desperate, wasn't she? Suddenly, she pulled herself up to my height and leaned into me until her teeth grazed my ear.

"Let's just cut to the chase," she breathed, "I've got a room upstairs with a bed just waiting to be wrecked." She planted a wet kiss on my neck and bit my earlobe. I pulled away from her, repulsed.

"Here's some advice, babe. Instead of getting wasted every night at these lame ass frat parties, why don't you do something useful with your life?".

She rolled her eyes at me and and whispered, "When you're ready, I'll be upstairs." She left with a sultry wink. I groaned at her unashamed flirting; she was basically selling her body. Well, she's gonna be upstairs for a very long time.

Girls like her and almost everyone at this school thinks I sleep around, but the truth is, I'm not that kind of person. I know it looks a little skeptical. I'm always seen with a different girl, but it's not my fault they basically throw themselves at me. However, I would never take advantage of their desperation and actually take them up on their offers. My mum taught me better than that. Nobody knows the truth because I've never trusted anyone enough to open up to them.

I began to realize that a crowd of girls were beginning to inch closer towards to me, thinking I didn't notice. I needed to get out of here, and most of all, I really needed something to drink. I pushed through the throng of dancing people, using my knowledge of the few times I've been here to maneuver my way to the kitchen. It was always less packed in there anyway.

I let out a sigh of relief and breathed deeply in the fresh air when I entered the kitchen. I had finally managed to escape from their greedy grasps. I found a couple on the ground behind the counter, sucking each others' faces off. I cleared my throat in impatience, and they looked up at me in surprise.

The guy grunted in frustration. "Come on Angie, let's take this upstairs." He stood up, took her hand, and pulled her to his side. The exited the kitchen entangled in each others' arms. I chuckled softly. They probably won't even remember each other in the morning.