~Harry's POV~
With every f*****g tick of the clock on the wall I grow impatient waiting for Devin to call me.
I hate the fact that she went to this party. It irritates the s**t of me. One reason being the guys there. They won't know how to keep their hands off of her and I'm thankful she didn't wear that schoolgirl costume. Two: I'm not with her... And three: I don't even know.
Flipping through the television is no use, every damn channel is playing a Halloween movie.
My reasoning behind not liking Halloween is because I never got to celebrate it, I was more worried about my mother and her f*****g psycho of a boyfriend. Who the f**k cares about candy, or costumes? Not I.
The couch begins to vibrate slightly. I shoot up, grabbing my phone from the armrest to see Devin's name flashing u
