Compromise

The drunken curly hair'd lad shouted over the blasting music of the club. Strobe lights messing with his vision as countless people ,obviously waisted off there asses, danced and ground around him. Harry Styles a 18 year old troubled boy, had wondered off to his favorite place, where he spent most his free nights. Club Cahil , where you would get drunk just by walking in to the smell of liquor. Harry's heart raced, blood pumped, working with the amount of shots and Jack Daniel's flowing through his system. Usually he would be meeting Nick, his fellow best mate at about this time, 12 AM. "Tha-Thats great. Keep doing that!" Harry slurred to a tall blonde as she grounded against him. If only he was sober , he would have flew away from her faster than lightning. One problem, besides she was just completely nasty. Harry had nothing against blonde's except she didn't have a ass he could pound into. Harry was gay and knew he had been since he freaked out receiving his first blow job at the age of 16 from a classmate he'd known for only a couple weeks. Harry had made his way to the bar, hopping onto a bar stool and rubbing his eyes carelessly. "Is it me or is it bloody hot in here?!?" The barely legal boy scoffed as he watched a couple practically have sex on the dance floor. The sight making Harry want to just empty the contents of his stomach everywhere. "OI, You okay mate? You look like you're gonna be sick. " The Greek looking sex god of a bartender muttered to Harry. "Yea, yea i'm f-fine." he managed to choke out. "Here you go." The man, who's name tag read Zayn, placed a drink in front of Harry. " Complements of a young man who wishes to remain anonymous ." The bartender winked as he roamed his eyes around, remembering the generous tip he had got for not telling. Harry had cocked a eyebrow at him and spun around in his stool, craning his neck to look around the crowd of people. "Thank you mate! Whoever you may be!" Harry laughed as he took it straight down, not waisting anytime. "Phew , dear god that was strong. " He groaned , scrunching up his nose at the burning sensation sliding down his throat. "I'm Harry. Harry Styles. " Harry beamed , smiling brightly at the bartender who had been drying a shot glass. His dimples and devilish flirting would turn any man gay , or at least for a night. Harry wasn't a man whore, his mother had taught him to have some respect for himself. Just that he was a regular at Club Cahil, the bouncer , d.j, other regulars all knew him. Let's just say they all wanted a piece of Harry's tight little bum. His usual skin tight grey jeans and turquoise v neck, all fit together with white converse and a black blazer. Tonight he had ditched the blazer, it already felt like the sun was following him everywhere. Instantly his vision became blurry, the music in the background fading. "Harry?! Harry. Ha-" The familiar bartenders voice screaming at him as he felt his body going limp , and he was down. A thump to the floor; the lad was out.