Some may say it is impossible to fall in love with a complete self-absorbed, narcissistic, corrupting asshole. I would have said the same, but that was until I found myself sprawled on the floor, clutching a bottle of vodka, with a cigarette in hand, facing the home of Mr. Calum Hood himself A/N : Just a warning that this story contains mature content such as: sex, drugs, alcohol, and language I advice you don't read this if you don't feel comfortable Enjoy xxAll Rights Reserved