Miley's POV
"Going to that party tonight?" Shay, my roommate, asks.
"I don't know... I don't think I should."
"That boy will be there." Shay wiggles her eyebrows.
I laugh. "What boy?"
"Don't play dumb with me. I saw you talking to Harry Styles after Religion."
"Oh. Yeah, he was just apologizing. Nothing huge."
"For what?"
I stand to my feet from my spot on our tiny couch and stand by the mirror.
I run my fingers through my hair.
"He almost killed me."
"What?!"
I begin to laugh, but Shay has a look of worry.
"He just didn't see me when he was backing up in his car. It's fine."
"Well good thing he apologized.. He rarely does that though."
"What do you mean? Is he bad or something?"
I take a seat next to my best friend on her bed and listen as she tells me things about Harry.
"Well, he's not particularly bad, he's just not good either.
He just sleeps with a bunch of girls but he's incredibly smart.
He's witty, funny and fucking gorgeous. He has his own room in the frat house we'll be going to tonight, but he still lives with his mother because she likes to watch over him. I heard he's done some pretty bad shit in the past, but no one knows the truth. But I saw him looking at apartments last week. He has a job, his pay is more than enough to live off of. He has a girlfriend and they've been together for maybe four months. She's only seventeen but he seems like he's madly in love with her. Her name is Cam Troy. Nickname is Camz. Why? I don't know. But Harry is just.. Unpredictable, you could say.
He's quite frightening when he's mad but he can be a total sweetheart. If you go for him, just be careful. I don't want him making you do things you wouldn't normally do."
"And.. How do you know these things?" I question.
"Because I'm Shay Moore. I know everything about everyone on this damn campus."
"Or maybe you've slept with Harry too?"
"No, but we've kissed. His lips are so soft. Incredible kisser."
I shake my head and go to my side of the drawers and begin to pick out an outfit for tonight.
"What do I even wear? It's hot here and it seems like I only have winter clothing."
I transferred here from Alaska and met Shay when I was looking for an apartment.
I somehow got lucky and got in UCLA and now I have a new best friend & we live right by the college. I'm nineteen, Shay's twenty and we both are living the dream of being as far away from our parents as possible.
"Just wear something casual, but appealing. It's windy outside today so people won't look at you funny if you wear a long sleeved shirt."
I end up wearing a thin, white knit sweater, normal blue jean skinny jeans and a pair of ankle length black lace up boots.
I apply some red lipstick and redo my eye makeup.
"Do I look okay?" I ask Shay when I step out from the bathroom.
"You look great! Do I look all right?"
Shay is wearing jeans, a printed v-neck tee and converse.
Typical Shay.
"Yes, as always," I compliment.
"Then, let's go!"
