Clouds {Harry Styles A.U}

Chapter 1

It's my first week of college. I've said goodbye to my old life and hello to my new one. My roommate Taylor is perfect. Although she has way to many piercings on her face, she probably is nicest person you could ever meet. And who am I to judge when I have a few tattoos already.

I feel free. Leaving everything behind was the right thing to do. I have to many bad memories. Too much pain. The scars on my body covered with ink prove it.

But here I am, in a room with a person who doesn't know of my past and I'm loving every minute of it.

"So what is there to do on a Friday night?" I ask Taylor after painting my nails a dark red color. It looks like blood which always seems to calm me.

"I have a few friends who are in a sorority and are throwing a party. It's to celebrate the start of the new year here."

I look at her, " A party? Already."

"Yeah! And we are going to it." She winks at me.

"Ha-ha, okay okay, I'll go but I don't have anything to wear."

Taylor squeals, " Yayy! I can totally help you out with that!" She jumps up from her bed and reaches for a box of clothes I suppose. "Come here!"

I hastily walk to where she is. Taylor pours out hundreds of dresses. All basically the same color yet different styles. One dress catches my eye. It's black with one long sleeve on the right side and a skin tight material. " This one is nice."

"Oh you would looks so hot in this."

I mentally agree with her. I'm not conceited or anything but the shape and feel of this dress will definitely bring out every curve.

Taylor picks up her cellphone to text one of her friends. "Okay so the party starts at 9 so we have a three hours to get ready."

"Can you help me with my makeup?"

"Omg yes! I thought you would never ask."

She grabs a bag of her makeup and gestures me to sit in front of her. It takes her an hour to do my makeup. I'm guessing either she wanted to make it perfect or I needed as much makeup as possible.

"Okay, look." She holds up a mirror.

Whoa. I don't recognize me. This version of myself looks ten times more sexier.

"Damn, I'm good." Taylor praises her good work.

"Thank you. It looks amazing."

"No problem, now go do your hair!" She points to my frizzy mess.

It takes me a while to do my hair. My black mess turned into long black curls that fell on my back and over my shoulders. I looked at my phone for the time. It was 8:15. I rack my fingers through my hair to pull out the curls for a more natural look.

When I go back to Taylor she has her makeup done and her is pulled into a stylelish pony with strands of hair on the sides of her face. Her dress is a dark red with no sleeves but the material is similar to mine.

"So some friends of mine are coming to pick us up." Taylor reads the text she recieved.

"Okay." I struggle pulling up the dress but manage to get up over my chest.

I hear a gasp, "Holy shit. You look hot!"

I roll my eyes at her.

"If someone doesn't hit on you tonight I think I might just take you back. " She winks at me.

"Oh god. That is unless someone else hasn't already taken you home." I jokingly remark.

She gives me mocking laugh,"Very true." Her phone goes off and she looks at the bright screen." Okay they are here!" I'm thrown some black and gold heels and she puts on plain black ones. This is some party if we look like this.