Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

1. Party

*This is a Larry story. Not Hamille. Never Hamille. Camille is just here to annoy (and help him realize how gay he really is. HA)*

"Harry we're going to be late!" Camille yelled from the hallway.

"Just a sec!" Harry replied, tossing on yet another shirt, despite already trying on six different ones. 

He wished he had more time to get ready, as this was going to be his very first party at the University of Chicago

His goal was to pick the perfect shirt so he could make a good first impression on the other students, but Camille was impatient and it didn't seem like there was any time for that now.

Sighing, Harry grabbed his favorite black leather jacket and took one last look in his door length mirror, running his hands through his brown locks, which were a bit longer than he usually kept them. 

He probably should have gotten a haircut earlier today instead of spending all his time watching Netflix.

"Harry!" Camille banged on the door, causing Harry's mirror to shake.

He jumped forward before turning the door knob to find a pouting Camille, clad in ripped denim shorts, a black crop top and an oversized athletic jacket.

"Sorry, I got back from the gym late. Ran late," Harry muttered to her, biting his lip as he locked up the door. 

He had only met Camille this afternoon, when she volunteered to show him around campus. 

She had gone to high school with Harry's friend Greg, and when Greg found out Harry was transferring to uni in Chicago, he connected the two so Harry could get to know someone there.

Harry thought it was nice of Greg at first, but after meeting Camille, he wasn't so sure. 

She was mouthy and had a bad temper, as shown by her reaction to having to wait for five minutes, and based on her casual mention of coke and molly, she seemed to run with a wild crowd.

Harry probably shouldn't have agreed to go to this party with her tonight, but he didn't have anything better to do. 

Plus, if he was being honest, he found her rather attractive. 

He wasn't even into the bad girl type, but there was something about her bright blue eyes and wild blonde hair that drew him in. 

Taking a look at her in the crop top, well, Harry was feeling even more attracted.

"So, this party is going to be sick!" Camille squealed as they walked down the musty grey corridor and out the back exit. 

Harry nodded, absentmindedly, thinking about the last party he had gone to at the University of London. 

He thought it may have been a dressup party, maybe Halloween. Whatever it was, he had too much to drink and ended up on top of a pool table making out with some girl named Kelly or Courtney or whatever.

Not his proudest moment. Or maybe his proudest? He wasn't sure.

"What's the theme?" Harry asked. He raised an eyebrow, his green eyes gleaming in the moonlight as they stepped outside.

"It's at Zete. Did you have a chapter at your old school?" she replied, raising her eyebrows back. Harry wondered if she was flirting with her or that's just how she was.

"No, we didn't have Greek life. Which one is it?" Harry asked, following Camille around the corner of the arts and sciences building. 

Everything looked different at night. The shadows danced on the sidewalk beneath him and milky stars coated the sky.