The Naked Years (A Dark Harry Styles fic)

Ayye, I haven't wrote in 72942 years and made a new account bc I forgot the password to my last wattpad and forgot all about it for like two years! Well guess who's back B)

Summers coming and I figured this'll keep me occupied!

**mature content all throughout this book. If violence, and sexual situations make you uncomfortable do NOT read**

Enjoy!

August has always been my one of my favorite months. The chilling wind was enough to give me goosebumps, but not necessarily shivers. But as a rising freshman in college August has become a month I've been dreading since mid-senior year. Now as I stand on campus, dorm/school supplies in hand and surrounded by suitcases. I'm petrified.

I glance around, looking for at least one familiar face. My heart is thumping out of my chest and I'm afraid it's going to burst.

"Ana? Ana!" My head snaps to the direction of the voice. I hear my name being called but not a recognizable face to match. I'm sure by now I look like a shaking deer in headlights. I see a figure darting in my direction out of the swarm of people and my thumping heart slows to a steadier tempo.

"Drew! Oh my God!" I drop my belongings and accept her embrace. I've got the opportunity of a lifetime to be dorm mates with one of my best friends, Drew. I took in her familiar face and let it warm my heart. I felt at ease with her by my side, I no longer felt like Bambi.

"You've got a lot of shit, girly" Drew examined my belongings, biting the inside of her cheek. "How do you plan on getting that to our room?"

I smiled at her devilishly.

"Oh no. No, no, no! I am NOT carrying this all the way to our room. You best be joking right now" She shot me a look with her eyebrows raised. I returned a pleading glance and she shook her head.

"I hate you" she mumbled, grabbing the nearest suitcase. "Your bitchass making me carrying things all around campus"

It takes around 30-40 minutes but we manage to haul my belongings to our dorm room. After dragging in the last duffle bag I sit on the edge of my new bed.

"This is it" Drew says as she looks around the room. "Our room for the next 4 years" her lips become a tight line and she glances over to me. "Let's get wasted" Playfully I throw my bag at her, shaking my head.

"Are you kidding? It's out first night!"

"I'm dead ass Ana. There's a party tonight welcoming the Freshman on campus and I figured it would help us, y'know, unwind" Drew raises an eyebrow suggestively. "We can scout for cute boys and get free alcohol. I don't see a single con, all I see are a pros"

I shake my head "No, I'm sure there will be plenty of other parties but tonight isn't a night to be going to getting hammered. The next one, I promise"

Drew groans but accepts my party-pooper decision. She grumbles an 'ok' and starts helping me unpack. An hour passes and our room looks like an ordinary college dorm. I grin to myself.

"Classes tomorrow are going to be shit" Drew sighed, tying her hair into a loose messy bun. "It'll be all guidelines, rules, and boring introductions. 'Hello students, I'm Mr. Fuckface and my main goal is to fail you' but at least it'll be easy enough to scout then"

"Do you honestly think college boys are what they're all chalked up to be?" I asked, fumbling with the strings on my pajama bottoms. Drew shrugs.

"Can they really be worse than high school boys?" I return a shrug and peer out our window. Our room is on the 4th floor and the view isn't as great as I'd want it to be. "Well I'm calling it a night. I've only got 2 classes tomorrow, how about you?"