Introduction

"Nice boots, Chelsea," he said.
"That's not my name," Harry responds automatically. Harry instantly knew he was talking to him because of his signature Chelsea boots. He was the only person at this party that had taste obviously. As he turned around to see the owner of the Donny accent he was faced with the most beautiful face he has ever laid eyes on. The boy had crystal blue eyes in which Harry would willingly let himself get lost in forever. His hair was feathered across his forehead that was held up by some kind of product. Harry could see tattoos littered across his arms due to the black sleeveless muscle tee he had on. Harry was shocked to say the least. In the best way possible.