Dealing With The Devil

✵Chapter 1✵

✵Harry's POV✵

"Hey mate those finals are going to be killer," My best friend Zayn said without a care in the world. He's been in college longer than me, but he's a freshman like me he doesn't pass any thing. I have no clue how were friends but it worked well I worked he didn't but he's cool really wise and loves to party. I'm not really a party person but he still offers.

"Yea I know man I'm so stressed out because of it," I said running my hands through my short hair I missed my curly locks but the girls like it. But I'm so focused on my studies I have no time.

"You need to calm down man. Relax a bit like me. What do you say?"

"What do you mean"

"Come to a party with me for once."

"I can't I need to stu-" Before I could even finished, he cut me off.

"You've got this mate. You're going to that party even if I have to drag you there myself."

"Alright, you got me I'll go." I said throwing my hands in the air.

"Good because the party is in an hour so go back to the dorm and get changed I'll be there in five, gonna go have a smoke, see you soon."

One hour! I felt like a total girl but I was flipping out about what I was going to wear. I normally dress business casual.

‘Hell I only dress business casual,’ I thought as I walked into the dorm Zayn and I shared. I tore through all my clothes finding nothing, but kakkis and slacks. My search comes to a stop when Zayn enters the room.

"I knew you wouldn't find anything you little preppy boy you." He teased pulling on my neat little sweater vest.

"You know I didn't come to party I'm not ready for this." he laughs and throws a bag at me with some clothes.

"Here, I went shopping for you now you own some decent clothes. And for Christ sakes Harry take off those damn glasses and use your contacts for once!" He said pushing me into the small bathroom.

I took out the clothes eyeing them carefully. There was a white tanktop with a low neckline showing off the tattoos I normally keep hidden under my 'preppy' clothing. Once that's on I slip on the extremely tight black pants that seemed to fit me excruciatingly perfect and there were boots in the bag too brown with a tiny heel. The clothes felt weird but I could not deny they fit me as perfectly as my other style. It was cold in London so I knew if I didn't put something over it I'd freeze to death so I waked out of the bathroom and threw on a blazer put in my contacts and I ran my hands through my hair making it stand up a bit like Zayn's but brown and fluffy.

"Let go we don't have all day!" Zayn yelled grabbing me by my blazer dragging me out to his black sports car with the tinted windows.

The car ride was filled with silence as I thought to myself. How am I going to do this. I'm not a ‘Party person’ I’d probably be the guy to google ‘how to party’ before actually attending an actual party. But here I am on my way to who knows where to do who knows wh- Zayn interrupts the silence.

“Dude this party is going to be a wicked party and push up your sleeves you look nerdy. Now get out of the car its party time.” he said while parking by a large brick building.

“what is this place?”

“You’ll find out soon mate you’ll see.” he said with a devilish smirk, as he dragged me into the black light lit party. Zayn disappeared and next thing I know my blazer was torn off and I'm being painted on so I would glow under the surrounding black lights. Now I know why hw got me a tank top. I look around at the people dancing to the fast beat of the music the bass beating in my ears making my heart race. Could have been fear or was it excitement I thought to myself as I was handed a cup with what I assumed was alcohol. I downed the cup because Zayn was right I needed to relax.

So. Fuck it.