I WANT YOU TO WANT ME (COMPLETED)

CHAPTER 3

''You're here because of your talent and you should know that just because it is an art class, it doesn't mean that it is not, as hard as, any other class.'' Mrs. Tomes said, Harry's art professor and the whole class nodded.

He, himself, adored that all the students here seemed to express themselves. Some of them had weird hair, like him, some piercings, some unusual clothes, like him again. They were real artists. The best ones, that this country could offer, honestly. He tapped his pen on the desk and looked at the professor, even though his mind was wondering somewhere else. God, first day of classes and he had trouble concentrating on his studies and the reason was someone.

Louis fucking Deakin.

He was so freaking annoying and he didn't help at all. For some reason, he expected someone else to clean his mess up and Harry couldn't go to the balcony, without having to jump a pile of clothes. Plus, all the screaming and fighting about Harry's canvases and his books, when he didn't do simpler things. He could be such a torture for Harry and he hated that. They hadn't spoken much the past few days, as they were both preparing for their classes.

''That's it for today. See you next time.'' Mrs. Tomes said and everyone got up, including Harry, who hadn't heard anything the whole time but it must have been just a greeting, as this was their first class. He should try focus on his literature one or else he is gonna be pissed at both himself and Louis.

He got to the apartment, ready to pick some book for his next course, when he saw Louis with a cigarette in his mouth and he was cleaning up, when he glared at Harry, rolling his eyes.

''What did you do to Louis?'' Harry asked, narrowing his eyes and he groaned.

''Fuck you.'' was all he replied, returning to him job.

''Oh, still you.'' he said with some disappointment in his voice.

''You can leave if you don't like me.'' Louis said, lifting some clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket.

''Waiting for the semester to end, so I can apply a complain.'' Harry replied.

''Not if I file one first.'' he growled, grabbing his bag and he exited the apartment, leaving Harry stunned. God, he was so annoying. He bit his lower lip, when he realized that he was the one, who attacked first and he felt guilt, filling up his chest. He shrugged, trying to forget the whole thing and he placed two books in his bag, that was a dark purple color and had some lilies on the side.

He headed towards his second class, which wasn't so boring, as they also discussed about their favorite books and Harry checked his clock. He only had five minutes, before lunch started, giving him zero time to go back to his dorm room and change. So, he just decided to stop by the bathroom and wash his hands, before heading towards the dining room.

*

''Hey, Niall.'' he breathed out, when he spotted him and dropped his bag on his side.

''You look exhausted, lad.'' he noticed, placing an enormous amount of salad on Harry's plate and a similar size of pasta on his.

''Why do I take only salad?'' he asked, pouting.

''Because there isn't enough pasta for both of us.'' Niall said and Harry laughed a little.

''Where is Liam?'' he said, looking around.

''He has classes, until the afternoon. He said he'll order or something.'' Niall replied and Harry nodded.

Him and Niall hang out a lot the past few days. He was really cool, although his obsession with Ireland was a little bit too much for Harry but overall, Niall was far more interesting and better than Louis.