Niall POV
“Stop
Wait a minute
Fill my cup put some liqu-”
“Harry! Turn that off! I’m studying!” I yelled down the hall. Obviously I knew he wouldn’t hear it, I don’t even know why I tried. Stomping down the hallway I banged on his bedroom door.
“ZAYN! ZAYN! HARRY IS BEING AN ARSEHOLE!” I turned my head towards the door next to Harry's door and hoped that Zayn was actually awake. How could he even sleep through this racket? I was about to start hitting the door again when Harry opened it and came extremely close to a visit to the hospital.
“Niall! What the hell are you yelling about?” He looked at me as if I was the crazy one.
“Oh wait. I’m so sorry; I forgot that we were in University. You know, the place that gives you a shit ton of homework that you HAVE to do?!” He gives me a look that shows me that he obviously didn’t think that was a valid enough reason. I shook my head, sighing, I turned and headed back into my room.
"You people have to seriously move out or permanently turn down your volume." Zayn mumbled as he came out of his room. He was the third part of our little trilogy of people.
Zayn didn't come to University with us. He was 2 or 3 years older, he had already finished with his degree in Art. Now he sold the odd painting or two but mainly he worked at the tattoo shop 10 minutes away. He was quieter than Harry and I. Broody Bradford we used to call him when we first met in primary. Zayn had just moved into town from Bradford, he didn't seem to be good at making friends. Harry teased him, coming up with Broody Bradford, but being the nicer human, I asked him to play action figures with us. Now we were sharing an apartment, who knew?
“What are you studying for anyway?” Zayn asked following me.
“That Professor who yelled at me the other day gave me an extra credit assignment.” I rolled my eyes. I really did not like that class. “1,500 words on the philosophy of how long time have existed.” I look towards Harry who just could not keep his laughter in. I threw the nearest thing I could at him, a roll of tape, but unfortunately I had terrible aim. Zayn was laughing too, Harry wasted no time in telling him after we got home yesterday.
“Go make something and be useful for once Haz, I’m starved!” Zayn grinned at the curly-haired lad. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to my computer. Harry might not look like it but he was actually a good cook, by that I mean he was the only one who cooked for us in the flat.
“Chicken or fish?” He yelled at me from the kitchen. I could hear pots banging and spoons clanging.
“FISH!” I yelled back grinning, it was my day to choose what we were having.
Harry, Zayn and I lived together in a tiny 3-bedroom apartment down the street from our campus. It was a pretty good deal too. It came pretty cheap at first, mainly because it was all broken and tattered up and in terrible conditions. Harry, Zayn and I managed to make it livable. We fixed the pipes, painted the walls and replaced the cupboards and it was as good as new. The landlord was actually super impressed with what we did to the place that he offered to let us rent for free for a whole year. It really helped because we had just started University and that did not come cheap. No matter how many pipes you fix.
Grimacing, I turned back to my essay.
“The philosophy of Time’s existence.”
What the hell was I doing again? Why was I in this course? I don’t even like Philosophy. Groaning, I put my head in my hands.
