》The Habit I can't break - A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction 《

Chapter 1

Content warning:

Throughout the story, there will be parts of illness, death (not a maincharacter) and sexual content.

If you're not feeling comfortable with that or are triggered by some of those topics, please chose another book :)

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Annoyed I grabbed my bag that rested between my legs and swung it over my shoulders. When the subway stopped, I banned my way towards the door and instantly jumped out. Masses of people stressed me out and I could guarantee that the subway was therefore not one of my favourite places to be. A quick gaze to my watch was telling me that I was late. Quietly swearing I ran down the stairs that lead into a stinky dark tunnel. I scrunched my nose in disgust. I didn't like the life in the city very much but I chose to study music, so London had been the best choice.

After I found my way through the numerous confusing tunnels, I sprinted up some stairs. And there it was right in front of me, huge and beautiful. The "Royal college of music". It hadn't been easy to get in, but luckily I had great musical skills and I wasn't that dumb, what got me the place there in the end.

I was studying here for a while now and I did pretty well. While taking classes I also wrote my own music and had some gigs from time to time in a few small bars, which brought me money in. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get me through my days.

While I was running through the grand university entrancehall, my eyes caught the big clock above the enormous archways that embellished the whole breathtakingly old building. I sighed relieved and slowed down a bit. I was right in time again. I was glad I wasn't to late for the lecture, because I figured that I've made a good impression so far and I didn't wanted to lose that.

With a fast hand movement, I grabbed my long, curly hair, that had annoyed me the whole way already and tied them into a messy bun. I stopped for a moment at one of the huge mirrors that decorated the whole long corridor. With a quick glimpse I checked my looks. My green eyes twinkled back at me, wandering over my body. I was wearing black skinny jeans, brown boots and a solid white T-shirt with a few ordinary silver chains. My countless tattoos that covered my arms were very visible, but that didn't bother me and there wasn't a dresscode in this uni anyways. I finally turned away from my mirrorself and quickly continued to making my way to class.

When I arrived there, I scanned the spacious room and the numberless heads in front of me, till my sight caught a waving blonde boy which made me sigh in relief. Thank God Niall was here. Without my Irish friend the lessons were way too boring, because he was the one getting fun into studying.

"Harry!", he greeted me happily when I walked towards him and let myself fall onto the empty seat next to him.

"Hi Niall! Oh and hey Liam!" It was just now that I noticed the brownhaired guy next to Niall. Liam was my other best friend and us three made a great team.

"Why are you late?", Niall asked curiously inspecting me with his bright blue eyes.

"I overslept...", I murmured ashamed, sweeping a lose straind of hair out of my face.

"Did you write too long on your songs again?", Liam asked now with concern. He always thought I was working too much, which was not the case in my eyes.

"Maybe", I said therefore just quietly and gifted him a cheeky smile.

"Harry, you definitly should...", but Liam got cut off by the professor who just walked into the door, which I wasn't mad about.