Angelina +h.s.

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"I don't know about this Ed" I shook my head, buttoning my white silk shirt up.

"What do you mean? It's gonna be great! And even if you don't like it, you never have to come back. It's just a great way to meet new people from different backgrounds and to let a little steam off, literally and metaphorically" he laughed and I shook my head.

"Plus, this is college Harry, just live a little. If you hate it, I'll never take you back. You have my word" he shook out his dirty blonde hair.

"I know. It's just, I've never smoked before."

"You've never smoked? You came from England and you're telling me that you've never smoked" Ed walked out the bathroom and sat on the bed, taking out his phone.

"Ed, not every one of those bloody British TV shows is as realistic as you assume. I have smoked a cigarette once but I hated it. Never want to do it again"

"That's fair, but Harry this isn't a cigarette. This is hookah. Completely different. You can't feel the carcinogens sliding down your throat" I sighed, noting that no matter what I told him I was going.

"Whatever, let's just go" I grabbed my phone off the counter and my car keys before we left.

Ed told me the directions, which took us to a very interesting part of the campus. I never knew we had something such as a hidden hookah bar. We parked and I trailed behind Ed, the cold air leaving a slight chill down my spine.

We walked up to a small building that looked like any other in the area. No signs, no suspicious activity. Not that hookah bars are illegal, but this wasn't a registered business, it was simply a group of college kids who started a business in their basement.

Ed knocked on the door and a tall and bigger man answered. He looked like an absolute teddy bear.

"Ed what's up!" He hugged him and looked at me.

"This is my pal Harry. It's his first time here" Ed introduced us as we shook hands.

"Pleasure meeting you"

"Woah, nice accent dude. My name's Nate. You're gonna love it. Come on in guys" he opened the door wider for us and led the way down a hallway. Everything looked like a standard college house. Kind of messy. Definitely too guys living here due to the lack of furniture and decor. At the end of the hallway was a door, which had a beam of pink and blue light shining from under it. The bass of a song was clearly heard, but not overwhelming.

Nate opened the door for us, and as he did, a slight breeze of smoke came with it.

"Thanks man" Ed lead the way down a staircase.

The room held perpetual fog and low blue and pink lighting. It was pretty spacious, but not huge. Very intimate.

The music was a lot louder but nothing I couldn't handle. It wasn't a genre I would have ever picked but I didn't mind it. I felt the beat in my chest.

"Welcome to paradise" Ed yelled to me as we got to the last step revealing a good amount of people, guys and girls alike, mingling, smoking, and swaying to the mellow bars.

I didn't hate anything I saw yet.

We walked over to a velvet black couch and Ed recognized a small group of people, introducing me to all of them.

We sat down and got comfortable. It was a little hot in the basement, but it was almost comfortable.

The hookah sat on a glass table in front of us in many different bottles, all decorated beautifully. It looked inviting but I was a little apprehensive. What if hey were drugged.