Stars, stripes and student life [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 3

I should be studying but my own book is stuck in my head... 

"Good morning, neighbour." Louis smiles when Harry opens his dorm room. Niall is still asleep, convinced that the first day of classes don't matter. The three of them also hung out till late at night so Harry is jealous that he isn't like Niall and feels like it's his duty to attend classes.

"Morning, Louis." Harry smiles. "I hope you had a good night sleep?"

"I had. What about you, Curly? The Leprechaun doesn't have classes today?"

"He's still asleep. He is skipping today. I wish I could too. I'm tired." Like his body needs to prove Harry's point, he starts to yawn.

"Start to get used to tiredness. That's what uni is all about." Louis smirks. "Now which building do you have to go?"

"F building."

"Me too, I'll walk you."

Louis walks Harry to class. His own class takes place only 3 rooms further and they decide to meet each other for lunch at the little café they just passed. Louis makes Harry forget that today his father is actually having a meeting with the king of Belgium. He makes him forget that he has more duties than just school. Louis, and also Niall, actually make him feel normal.

But that feeling changes when Harry is in his politics class and a huge discussion starts about a law that his father recently introduced. There are people that agree with his father but also a group of students that are fully against it and Harry just tries to hide. It's not just the president they are fighting about, it's Harry's dad, the man that read him bedtime stories when he was a kid, played footie with, and people are yelling here and calling him a killer. When the teacher asked Harry if he wanted to share his opinion on the changes his father made, the boy just took his books and left the classroom, Zayn and Liam shortly behind him of course.

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"Hey! You're here early. I was waiting outside your classroom but one of the other students said that you left during the lecture. Are you alright?" Louis rushes into the café and takes place in front of Harry.

"I'm sorry I let you wait. I should have texted you." Harry sighed, ignoring the question about how he is feeling.

"Is that a way for asking my number, curly?" Louis smirks. "Because you could have just asked you know."

Harry has to laugh a little and looks down to hide his blush.

"Give me your arm then."

Harry gives Louis a weird look but does what he says anyway. Louis takes a black marker and starts writing digits on his arm finishing with a cross eyed smiley and a little heart.

"Don't go jogging now. If you sweat my number will be removed." Louis puts his marker away. "What about I get us some drinks and then you tell me what happened?"

"But..."

"What do you drink?" Louis interrupts.

"Hot chocolate please."

And a few minutes later Louis comes back with two hot chocolates, loads of whipped cream on top.

"Thank you? How much do I owe you?" Harry asks.

"Just a smile on that face again. So tell me, who hurt you? Who do I have to beat up on my first day at school?"

Harry chuckles and shakes his head.

"It's stupid. I mean, I could have expected this. I was in my politics class and then they started fighting about the law about guns my father made, you know that you have to be licensed to carry one with you all the time, and there was this huge discussion and some people even called my father a killer because he took guns away from helpless people but..."

"Hey, hey calm down Haz." Louis puts his hand on top of Harry's, making the younger boy bite his lip.

"If you are uneasy taking politics then you should talk to your parents. I don't think that's a good class for you to take honestly, Harry. People who choose that subject have a spoken opinion and that's okay but it won't be okay for your mental health." Louis' thumb is rubbing circles on Harry's hand and Harry can only look at that boy full of adoration.

"I'm scared I will disappoint them. My dad really wanted me to take that class."

"And which class do you really want to take? Where do you want to major in? It's your college experience. Just because your dad is the president doesn't mean that you have to have politics in your life forever. If you want to do something else you should go for it." Louis encourages him.

"I don't know. I just... I'm not used to have my own opinions you know? I always have to follow my dad and when there is an interview or something I have to study the answers by heart. I don't know what I want because for the last four years I haven't been me..."

"Oh, Harry..." Louis looks at him with those big blue eyes full of pity and Harry really doesn't want pity.

"It's alright. I just have to suck it up and stand up against those people tomorrow. I'll just go to politics."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to get hurt."

"I'll be fine. Now, want to order a sandwich? I'm starving." Harry tries to change the subject and Louis lets him although he is not a fan of Harry doing this politics thing. The boy is clearly not made for the world of liars and debates.

Harry had one more lecture that day and it was alright. There weren't any discussions or anything but he did make a selfie with the teacher which was pretty awkward but the woman was very happy.

"How was your day?" Niall asks when Harry enters their room.

"Let's not talk about it." Harry drops himself on his bed face down.

"Harry!" A knock is heard on the door making Harry groan.

"Come in, Taylor."

The blonde enters the room and Niall is looking her up and down. Her red shoes that match her lipstick, black skirt that hugs her body and a white blouse that is tucked inside that shirt, her hair perfectly fit in a bun. She's hot.

"Can you tell your little friend to stop staring at me?" She rolls her eyes and Niall turns his head, hiding the blush.

"Cut him some slack. If I weren't gay I would check you at as well Tay." Harry laughs. "So, what's up?"

"The dean organised a party tonight for you, to celebrate that you chose this school to attend."

"You are joking, right?" Harry hides his head in his hands. The last thing he wants now is a boring party thrown by the dean surrounded by people that are his father's age.

"Come on, Harry it's a very nice gesture. It starts at 8. I wouldn't eat too much because there are loads of hors d'oeuvres."

"Can I bring Niall?" Harry blurts out.

"Harry you can't just invite people yourself..." Taylor huffs.

"I thought it was my party. I want to bring Niall, oh and Louis as well."

Taylor pinches her nose but nods anyway.

"I'll let the dean know that you are bringing guests. Just... Make sure they behave themselves okay, Harry?"

Harry looks at Niall who is eating ice cream and burps loudly and then thinks about Louis and his big mouth.

"I'm not making any promises here, Tay."