August 24, 2016

I woke up on the lawn again. After coming back from East Main, I let Niall talk me into having a causal drinking session, just him and me. A bottle of tequila lay under my back, a very uncomfortable reminder of the night before. I get up and search for Niall, but he isn't there: of course. UGH. Why does everyone leave me out here?

I stand up and dust myself off and pick leaves out of my hair. Jesus Christ. I need a life, don't' I? Yet, as I said before, I don't have any talents, and everyone views me as nothing but trouble.  I have no idea why. Could it be the time I 'accidently' made a fire in chemistry by mixing the wrong things together? Or the time I broke this soroititiys girls heart by making promises I never meant to keep? Yeah, the whole Alpha Delta Psi hated me after that. Oops.

I see the guy who was in my floor the other day, shirtless in front of his frat house sweeping the steps. He must have saw me too because he gave me a quick wave before continuing his chores. You would think I'd blush, but I don't. As if. I don't have time for that. Is that why I'm considered trouble? Too detached from people for my own good.

Hey, don't argue. It's a good defense mechanism. When you can change time like you, you learn to honestly absorb the world around you. Most of the time I've learned, if you rewind time and give someone a second chance, they will often fuck up and make the same exact mistake because humans are selfish and only out for themselves.

That's why rule #1 is: Never manipulate time in the name of love. Grandmother says it will never end well because you can't force someone to love you.

Anyway, enough of that.

Shoving my hands in my pocket, I make my way to the bathroom and take a hot shower. Small blades of grass trickle down the drain. I pour shampoo in my hands and lather it into my curls, massaging my scalp and letting my eyes roll back in my head. I dare you to name something more soothing than a scalp massage.... well except maybe.... ah, never mind.

I exfoliate my body and rinse the shampoo and body wash off before stepping out the shower. As I gather my jeans, a small card falls out. I bend down to pick it up, a small headache forming. I really need to stop drinking so much. It can't be good for me. My side kind of hurts too.

Louis Tomlinson
Madison Escort Service
555-343-0028

Holy fuck. This wasn't a dream. I really met a guy last night at East Main who wanted me to take him out for dinner and drinks. What the fuck Is this? I am Harry Styles and people are supposed to take -me- out. If he thinks for one minute I am going to pay him to go out with me.... okay, fine. He may just be hot enough that I'll do it. Maybe. Maybe I should just avoid the street and forget about it. Maybe he is like me and is nothing but trouble.

"Harry?" I hear a frat brother call my name "Can you stop primping yourself? I need to get ready!" I recognize the voice to be Justin. He's alright. I guess I'll let him in.

I quickly gather my clothes and put a towel around my waist before opening the door and darting to my room. I check the floor, the bed, and my closet before removing my towel. I sit the card on my desk and crawl into bed.

Do you want me to be honest with you? Well I sure hope so because you know I'm going to. I'm so tied of this mundane routine. Go to class, drink, go party, drink, pass out, wake up, shower, sleep. Repeat. I don't know how to change it. I don't even know what I want. I don't even know who I am. FUCK. Why is being a young adult so hard?

I pull the covers over my head and hope to sleep until it's time for my outing with the escort. That's defiantly new.

Stretching, I wake up to the annoying alarm on my phone. I sit up and wipe the sleep from my eye before texting Niall and telling him I need help. Within moments, he comes bursting through the door.

"Don't tell me you've been alcohol poisoned again!" Niall said carrying some water.

"No, no. I have a date tonight and...."

"A DATE? Do I know her? Him? Who?" He cocks an eyebrow at me.

"Ok, ok. It' not a date. It's dinner and drinks," I brag. He encourages me to continue. I sigh. "Niall, have you ever heard of an escort service?"

"Aren't those legal prostitutes?" He laughs. "Oh, please, Harry. You can have anybody you want. Why would you resort to that? Surely you're not that lonely!" He cackles.

"First of all, they are not prostitutes. They are not involved in sexual endeavors. They are paid to be escort someone to a very nice event. They accompany someone on business trips or something. I looked it up this morning." I inform him. "And yes, sometimes, they do get paid under the table for sexual favors." I say fast.

"Okay, I see where this is going. You being you, the guy who gets attached easy, saw a damsel in distress, fell in love with their eyes and is now on a mission to save them from the evils of the world, right?" He looked at me suspicious.

I turn my head trying to hide my smirk. "No, not at all."

"Alright. I would be a terrible friend if I let you go on this 'date' alone. You aren't paying them to take you out, are you?"

"No. He said he just wanted to have dinner and drinks with me tonight at 10." I smile.

"So, here's what we're going to do then. Olivia and I am going to act like we're on a date and we're going to watch you closely but discreetly. I don't want you to go out with an escort you don't even know." He shakes his finger. "Aright?"

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Nope. Now let's get ready. I'll tell Olivia what's up. She'll get a kick out of this: Harry trying to date an escort service man." He laughs.

"Oh, shut up. I'm not trying to date him."

"Yeah sure, Lad."

"Just...watch out for a man in a leather jacket. He seems a bit dangerous...." I mumble.

"WHAT? Harry! No. I changed my mind!" Niall groans. "This happens all the time: a jealous lover gets attached to the prostitute and she ends up stuffed in a mattress that has been hollowed out and nobody finds her until she starts stinking up the hotel!"

"Niall.... he is not a prostitute and I'm going with or without you." I insist.

"Fine.... but don't say I told you so when you get hurt." He sticks his tongue out at me.

Psh. Why does Niall think I get attached to people so easy? I've spent most of my adolescence and young adulthood trying to do the exact opposite. Do I crave affection and love? Of course, I do but that doesn't mean I'm looking to settle down. I'm just wanting to have fun and explore my bodily needs. 

But if I fall for the right person then maybe, just maybe....

Ah fuck, what am I saying? Ain't nobody got time for that.

Authors Note: This story is peculiar but I promise it'll pick up soon. LOL.