Could you be any louder?

chapter 1

As soon as he pushes the door handle down and opens the front door—just the tiniest bit—Louis can already hear the music thumping throughout the whole place.

"Oh for fucks sake." Louis slightly groans to himself as he closes the door behind him. Today is just another addition to the—now innumerable—times that he's come home to this exact scenario.

His roommate may be the one who lived here earlier, but that doesn't mean that he can do whatever he want without taking his roommates joy of living here into account.

And that joy is going fast down the drain. Very very fast.

Especially today when he called in sick for the last few hours of work, something he never does unless he's feeling really bad. And today he is. He hates being alive today.

He's also completely drenched from walking home. The cold wind was literally taunting his body together with the rain. Perfect combination, to ruin his day even more.

He throws his wet jacket over one of the chairs in the kitchen, before he makes his way to the counter. He quickly fills up the kettle and presses the button on it.

He repeatedly drums his fingertips on the countertop as he waits for the water to boil.

He's deadly cold and his temples throb.

Louis then examines his fingers, dirt covering his fingernails and a bit of dried mud makes his finger tattoos look off. He definitely has to take a shower, but he feels like he might pass away in the shower right now. The only thing he wants is to get into bed with a load of blankets.

His head is pounding, almost to the beat of the song thats playing right now. A migraine is starting behind his eyes and he wants nothing more than complete darkness and complete silence. But that's probably a little bit too much to ask around here.

Louis is usually not the type of person to complain a lot—okay yes he is—but not about his roommate or anything. He's just really, really fed up with this situation right now.

It's not even the fact that he's blasting music, because Louis loves music and would love to blast music too. On a day that he doesn't feel this bad. And maybe not every mother fucking second of the day.

Its more about the fact that this guys music taste is bad, like bad. Literally he's been blasting fucking Justin Bieber for a fucking week straight now.

Fucking Justin Bieber. He didn't know he lived with a 13 year old teenage girl.

A week ago it was fucking Adele or something else of that sort. He's got no fucking taste.

But the worst part is that he most certainly does not give a fuck about Louis' complaints. Or rather, he straight up ignores Louis texts.

He will religiously play his music until like 2am because apparently he doesn't have an early starting job.

But Louis does. Louis has to get up at 6am because his work in construction starts no earlier than 7am.

And when Louis gets back from work, he's more than dead, he will literally eat, shower and then watch any series until he's asleep.

Or at least, thats what he used to do, until his roommate started his binge listening to certain albums until at least 2am. With a few exceptions there, for example until 4am.. Lovely change.

A maximum of 5 hours of sleep every night for a few months straight now, hasn't been the best for Louis. He's dead tired everyday, he feels like his work is almost becoming too much— while he used to love it. And most importantly, his patience runs thin. Especially when it comes to his roommate.