" You worthless twat" "No one likes you" "You're so damn immature" "For Fuck sakes! You can never do anything right!" "You're nothing, You worthless piece of shit!" The words burned in Louis' head. He always told him that, everyday. Why? What has he done? What did he do? Was it true? Was he worthless? Did he know it affected him? Did he mean it? What made him feel like this? Was it worth it? He thought to himself as he stood up from his train passenger seat, and exited the doors. Louis dragged his suitcases with him that carried his clothes and things but mainly the memory of his school enemy, Harry Edward Styles.
Louis took a taxi that drove him to his brand new life, otherwise known as DUC, Doncaster University Collage. It was quite big, but ancient looking Louis thought, as they pulled up to the front. Louis grabbed his suitcase from the trunk and headed towards the entrance.
"Hi, my name's Louis" Louis said halfway smiling at the women at the front desk.
"Ah! Tomlinson right? haha, we've been looking forward to meeting you!" she smiled.
"Thanks." He simply said but looked away shyly.
"We've assigned you for Room 811." She said handing him the key.
"Thanks." Louis said grabbing it and making his way over to the elevator, pressing the floor number heading up to room 811.
Louis stepped out of the elevator walking down the hallways. He heard some giggling in some rooms as he passed them. 'Probably sneaky girls deciding to have some fun with their mates in the boys dorms' he chuckled to himself wiping his brown locks to the side. Louis stood in front of the door that said "ROOM 811" specifically on it. Louis held out the key, swiping it until he saw the green lights on the lock which meant he could open it now. Louis entered the room with wide eyes, as he explored his large room, which he was going to stay in for a while.
Louis thoughts were interrupted as he heard, " WHO IS IT?!" someone yelled. ' Oh Jesus Christ' Louis thought, he had forgot he had a roommate. Just perfect.
"U-um my names L-Louis! Im new here!" He stuttered, yelling hoping to see who exactly was he talking to.
" Last name?" The person asked.
" Um, I don't know why it matters, but its Tomlinson?" Louis said confusingly.
" No fucking way." The guy scoffed as he showed himself. It was him. Harry Styles.
"No, no, no!" I stuttered dropping my suitcases.
" You're my roommate? Louis Tomlinshit?" Harry spatted walking toward Louis.
"Harry, stay back. Please.." Louis said whipping the drop of sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Don't tell me what to do.."
Harry growled in Louis' ear, now he was close enough to do so.
" What are you doing here?" Louis asked attempting to be brave.
" Me? Just here to get a good education boobear." He chuckled lowly, backing off.
"Don't call me that." Louis retorted. He most definitely regretted that though.
" Im sorry? I thought I fucking told you not to tell me what to do?" Harry said as Louis saw a vein popping out of his neck and unexpectedly pounded his fist into Louis' face, making him crash into the wall. Louis winced in pain, holding his head wound where the blood was leaking.
" Welcome home, boobear." Harry smirked, rubbing his red knuckles as he walked away to the next room. Louis stood there in weak, useless, and just felt nothing.
The next morning, Louis woke up to the stinging wound in the back of his head and was in his dorm bed. ' How did I get here? Did Harry put me here? Why did he put me here?' Louis thought all these things while he flung his legs off of the springy mattress. He went to the living room only to find Harry sitting there watching TV, with no shirt on. Louis could not keep his eyes off his abs, He stared at them in awe. Louis quickly snapped out of his staring when Harry spoke.
" Hey boobear" He simply said not taking his eyes off of the TV smirking.
" Hey" Louis said flatly. Harry looked up, making eye contact with Louis.
"What do you want?" Harry questioned.
" Oh, no.. I j-just wanted to know if you carried me to my bed last night, thats all." Louis said looking down at the floor shyly.
" Me? HAHA. I wouldn't touch your disgusting body if it was the cure for cancer! Nope, not me." Harry smirked.
"Then how'd I get here?" Louis asked ignoring the insult.
" I had some friends over last night and one of them felt bad for your sorry ass on the floor so, yeah.." Harry said slowly turning his attention back to the TV.
" Oh Okay" Louis said walking off.
"Where the fuck do you think your going?" Harry said raising his eyebrow.
"Narnia." Louis said sarcastically.
"Good. I really don't care about you or where you go.. Just get away from me." He said in disgust. Those words affected Louis the most. Harry had not changed from high school one bit has he? Guess not.
