Harry's POV
I wake up from my two hour nap to three missed calls from Chaz and two from Mike.
I guess I should call one of them back.
"Dude what the fuck have you been doing?" Mike says once he picks up the phone.
"Hello to you too."
"It's almost 7:30. When are you going to be here? You know people start arriving early. It's the first party of the year and it's gonna be huge."
"I know, I'm sorry. I fell asleep. Where's Chaz?"
"Right here with me. We're picking you up. Be there in ten."
Before I could say anything back, Mike hangs up the phone.
Fantastic.
I quickly shove my boots onto my feet and fix my hair a bit.
Whatever. It's just a party.
I run downstairs and Gemma and Mum are watching TV.
"I'm going to the frat house. I'll be home later," I say to Mum.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," her voice follows me outside.
I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do. I don't need her permission.
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Chaz, Mike and I walk into the frat house and it's already crowded.
"I'll catch you guys later," I say to them as I walk the other way.
I grab a red cup and fill it up with water.
I remember last time I drank too much.
The memory isn't pretty.
I shake the past out of my mind and sit on an empty couch.
I watch as more people start to fill up the place and my annoyance grows as the volume of voices gets louder.
I stand up and turn around, knocking into someone.
"Shit," I mumble as my water goes all over the person in front of me.
I look to find a set of pale green eyes staring at me.
"You're always running into me.. Literally."
I smile at Miley's joke.
"I'm sorry.. Do you want another shirt or something? I think there's extra clothes upstairs," I offer.
Yeah, extra clothes from girls that me and the other boys that live here have fucked.
"No, it's fine. You can barely notice.. I think."
"So who'd you come here with?" I take a seat and Miley sits down next to me.
"Shay, my roommate."
She points across the room to a brunette and I immediately know who it is.
"Oh. Yeah. I know her."
My mind takes me back to when Shay and I first met.
I remember touching her, our lips moving together.
I force the heated memory from my head and shoot my attention back to Miley.
I don't know what to say or do to make this conversation less awkward.
"Are you okay?" Miley asks, placing her hand on my arm.
Out of instinct, I pull away.
She's left confused and I don't know what to do next.
