A/N This is my first slash story so go easy on me and PLEASE REVIEW!!

Harry Styles is a senior at Camwell Prep. He is 17 years old. He is currently dating Perrie. But unknown to all but a certain few Harry is also fooling around with a couple other people. He seems to regard people as play things and nothing more.
Until Liam transfers to Camwell.

Liam's POV:
Okay,
Bag, check, lunch money, check, schedule and map of Camwell, check, and finally cell phone, check.
Okay well i guess I'm all ready to go I murmured to myself as I walked downstairs in my new townhouse. My mother and ex-stepfather just finalized their nasty divorce and since I'm 18 I got my old "dad's" business house in London all to myself. Also, I got the brand new 2012 Mini-Coop.
Well it's my senior year and it's gonna be great. I thought glumly. The only real positive thing about the move is that I moved halfway across the country and no one knew that I was gay. And I intend to keep it that way.
15 short minutes later I found my assigned parking space in the school's senior lot. As I got out of my car I turned to see a group of kids huddled around two people yelling at each other. So I made my way over and scooted to the front to see what the commotion was about. One of the boys had his back to me. But the other one was a average height blonde kid with a thick Irish accent. The other boy had brown curly hair and to be honest he's gotta fit bum. NO, No more thoughts like this Liam it's a new start and you can't be ogling over some boy's bum. So I kept watching and before j knew it they were coming to blows. Before I could step in a deeply tanned kid walked in and pushed them apart. "What are you two doing?!" He screamed. The Irish kid says, "No I didn't do anything Zayn! It was all Harry this time! He decided to try to get close with my sister right in front of me!"
Zayn started chuckling "You do realize they're dating now, right?"
"Exactly! That's what I've been trying to tell Niall all along!" Harry bellows.
"Whatever, let's go get breakfast." Niall grumbles.
Well I started to follow the three and when they got onto the picnic tables on the lawn they sat and pulled out food and drinks. As I passed Harry looked at me while I glanced over. Before I know it Harry excuses himself from the table and begins to jog after me.
"Hey! Wait up!" He calls.
I slowly turn around, and he walks up to me and smiles.
"Haven't seen you around? You new?"
"Yeah, I just transferred from Wolverhampton."
I smiled weakly at the enthusiastic boy.
"Well have you had breakfast yet?"
"No I was going to eat in homeroom."
He grabbed the schedule out of my hand and started to chuckle.
"Well it seems we have every class together. And I wouldn't recommend eating in homeroom with Ms. Stanley. She's a real bitch."
"Thanks, but I gotta go to the office."
He winked again and said anytime cute stuff.
I turned and half walked half ran to the building blushing.
...After about a week I got used to the way this school operates. They have a zero tolerance bullying policy. It was especially enforced because the principal was gay.
So I decided I might let my guard down. Harry continued to pester me about the stupidest things and honestly I didn't know if his constant winks and smiles were a home but at home he was all I could think of.
About a week and a half after I arrived at Camwell Harry approached me and asked if I wanted to hang out at his place. I nodded and he gave me his number and told me to text him whenever.
So when I got home I grabbed my phone and sent him a quick text.
Me:
Hey Harry it's Liam. I'm free whenever you are.
After about 5 minutes he responded.
Harry:
How about now? Come on over. My address is 52 Westminster Boulevard.
I smiled and grabbed my keys.
When I arrived at the address I realized that his street was 2 in front of mine. I could see my house through the woods.
I walked up to the door and rang the buzzer.
After a few seconds an enthusiastic Harry opened and ushered me inside.
He told me he was cooking pizzas for dinner so I just followed him to the kitchen.
"Where are your parents?"
"Ever since I was able to care for myself, my mom works from 7 to 10:30 everyday. And my dad left when I was really young."
"Oh I'm sorry if its uncomfortable for you. My mom moved to Holmes Chapel, after he and her ex got a divorce."
"I'm sorry."
After that we were silent.
After about an hour we ended up in Harry's room and it was very plain. He had a cupboard a desk and a bed. That's all, not even a chair for his desk.
He sat down on the bed and started to send a text message.
"Umm..." I trailed of into an awkward silence.
"Well are you just gonna stand there? Or sit down?" He said with a devilish grin as he patted the spot by his side.
I sat and once again it was awkwardly silent.
About an hour later of silence and me playing with my phone "Wanna go to a party tonight?" He piped up.
"Uh, who's?"
"This girl Danielle's."
"Uh, sure."
So Louis went home to change. He ended up wearing a blue flannel button up, and a pair of chinos (khakis) with a pair of black converse.
He picked Harry up since he doesn't have a car. After about 5 minutes of music playing in the car they arrived at a huge house.
"It seems we're early." I stated obviously.
"Yeah I hope you don't mind I told her we'll help with the bottles and the keg." Harry said as he opened his door.
So I got out and walked up to the house noticing there are about 5 boxes and two kegs sitting by the garage. Harry just walked into her home and I awkwardly followed.
"Ohhh Harry! Thank god your here! Louis' sick and can't make it so you and your friend have to help me with the drinks!"
She looked at me and seemed to notice me for the first time.
"Hi! I'm Danielle and you must be Liam, right?"
I nodded shyly.
"Well okay I hope you don't mind but I can't even lift one of the boxes!" She giggled in an embarrassed way.
So she led us out back so me and Harry grabbed one of the kegs and carried it to the empty ice bucket in her dining room. We did that with the rest of the items.
So an hour later after all the valuables were hidden, the necessary doors locked the rest of the people started to show up. First came Niall and Zayn with their guests. Then a bunch of people I didn't know.
"Where's Perrie?" Danielle asked Harry suspiciously.
"She's touring one of the universities she's thinking about attending." Harry shot back, and then he stuck his tongue when she rolled her eyes.
The party was fine especially when Harry got wasted and started stripping on the table. He stopped at his boxers but I couldn't help but stare at his bulge covered by the thin tight fabric. I could tell I was blushing by the way my face heated up.
"POOL PARTY!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and ran to the pool out back and dove in. Soon after Danielle turned on the pool heater and everyone jumped in. Except me. After another hour and another beer forced down, Harry was getting out of control and Danielle asked me politely to drive him home. I sighed with relief cause to be honest the party was a total bore. I'm not really a drinker and the two beers I forced down made my stomach queezy. When we pulled up to Harry's, the house was totally dark and he was passed out. I shook him awoke but after I asked where he kept his keys he was asleep again. So I patted his pockets and found nothing. So I stepped out of the car and knocked on his door only to see a note attached.
"Harry you're mother called me and said she won't be home until next week.
-Mrs. Darlington"
I groaned quietly.
So I did the only thing I could think of I brought him to my house.
After a struggle dragging him up my stairs to my bedroom and placed him in my bed. I didn't know what to do with him and I didn't know what to do. Until he jumped up and threw up on my floor. And all over himself. I groaned and dragged his slouched body to the bathroom and sat him by the toilet. So after I wiped up the liquid vomit, and disinfected it with bleach. I walked to the bathroom and he apparently got hot cause his shirt and jeans were on the floor next to his body. I grabbed the clothes and threw them into my hamper. I grabbed the hamper and threw them all in the was with a lot of color safe bleach and detergent. When I got back to the bathroom I was livid by the scene. Harry had thrown up all over the place and in his drunken stupor he was laying in it. So I sat him up and wiped him off. Then cleaned and disinfected the floor and toilet. Harry was asleep sitting against the tub.
"Liam... I'm all dirty. Could you help me to the bath?" He half mumbled half slurred.
I laughed cause he was throwing up and he worried about being dirty.
"Please Liam... just help me!" He groaned.
The way his voice was it was almost... seductive and I couldn't help but being aroused a little.
NO NO NO! Liam you can't think of that here! I scolded myself.
So I walked over and pulled him into the tub.
"My boxers are still on silly. Help me take them off." He murmured.
I swallowed hard my heart started racing.
"O..okay H...Harry." I whispered to him.
I hooked my fingers around the elastic waistband and eased them off his body.
"Better. But you're still wearing clothes."
He said in a very seductive voice. Almost purring...

A/N sorry for the cliffhanger! I'll probably have another story posted tomorrow or the day after. PLEASE REVIEW!