Stars, stripes and student life [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 2

Like I said, January means slow updates but here is one! (: 

Harry is followed by his parents, Taylor and a bunch of bodyguards when he steps out of the limo.

"God no..." Harry mumbles when he sees an orchestra who start to play the anthem. Harry gives them a sweet smile, fake but sweet and waves at them.

A lot of students and staff are standing at the entrance and they are all applauding. It makes Harry uncomfortable. He has never been a fan of big crowds. The guards lead the first family towards Harry's dorm and a huge smile appears on Harry's face when he enters.

"Are you happy with the room, sweetheart?" Anne asks. "I mean it's a bit small and if you don't want a roommate then..."

"It's perfect, mom." Harry jumps on one of the beds and he starts laughing.

"Is it comfortable?"

"No. It's exactly what I wanted."

"Harry, before we leave I want to discuss some things." Desmond takes place at one of the chairs in the room.

Harry sits up and looks at his father, waiting for him to start talking.

"First of all Zayn and Liam will be by your side every step you take. At night there will be other two guards that replace them."

Harry nods. He knows that there is no way discussing security and he is pretty grateful that it's Zayn and Liam walking with him. They are pretty cool. Harry has known them since he was sixteen.

"Second of all I want to share some info about your roommate. Taylor did a screening and she picked the person that she though would match the best here."

"Dad..." Harry whines. "That's not what happens to normal students."

"I love you Harry and I get that you want to have this experience but you do need to realise that you are not a normal student. We couldn't risk having someone from an opposite party joining your room or a homophobic guy. Taylor did some background check and I'm pretty sure you will like the guy."

Just when Harry is about to ask his father some more questions, a blond guy enters the room.

"Hellooooo!" the boy smiles brightly but his jaw drops when he sees who is sitting on a chair.

"You .... You are.... The president... this is.... Oh god!" the boy stutters, his suitcases falling out of his hands.

"I think we should go." Anne says when she stares at the boy. "if there is anything Harry, you call us okay?" Anne kisses her son on the cheek and Des says goodbye to Harry as well, leaving the boy with his PR assistant, two bodyguards and a roommate that's freaking out.

"Hi!" Harry walks up to the boy and stretches his arm. "I'm Harry!"

"Niall, Niall Horan." The boy stutters a bit.

"It's nice to meet you, Niall. Are you Irish?" Harry asks, raised eyebrow. Harry has visited Ireland and he remembers how hard it was sometimes to understand their accent. That's definitely the one.

"Yeah, yeah I am. You are Harry Styles, right? Son of the... The president he was...."

"That's my dad, yeah. Please don't be overwhelmed by him. He's a normal man. He likes take out, watches basket, has an embarrassing hobby..."

"I'm sorry. It's just a bit overwhelming, who are those two boys in front of the girl chatting with that hot blonde?"

"Oh, come on then." Harry leads Niall outside.