Disclaimer: I'm German so English is not my native language. This is my first English fan-fiction and I will try to make as less mistakes as possible. But I can't promise to make none. You're free to correct my mistakes in the comments, so I hopefully won't make them twice :)
Also: This is a work of complete fiction. Never happened, not real, no offense is intended. This work absolutely does not reflect upon the real life people mentioned in this fictional story. The University Harry and Louis will go to is also fictional.
"How we ended up here? Alone in his bed. I don't know.
In fact, I know nothing." -Louis
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Louis grew up in Northern England, in a rather small town, where he knew he would never wanted to stay. So he worked hard and studied, until he could start at his dream university near London. Now, with his 20 years, he knew exactly where he stood in live (at least that was how it appeared to be for everyone around him) and knew what's brought him here, at the University of Mayfair.
When his money wasn't enough for his own little apartment near university anymore, he moved in a little dorm on campus and signed up for modeling at art class. -Instead of giving up, because that will forever be his last option, he thought as he unpacked his stuff.
He studied English, so his new side job was rather far away from the things he'd normally do in university. He liked how a single painting could change the whole atmosphere of a room though. Nevertheless he couldn't deny that he was nervous about tomorrow. He was going to be completely fucking naked in a room of more than fifty students, all looking at him, drawing him in every little detail. A smile formed on his lips at the thought of people drawing his dick. Yeah, all in all the situation was pretty odd.
The next day he woke up with slight back pain, because his new mattress was really uncomfortable. His class would start in half an hour. "Wonderful.", he sighed to himself. If he was lucky enough he would have to sit in the most uncomfortable position ever.
He wasn't. After the professor had greeted him, he showed him the basic tips and tricks, Louis already forgetting that he was naked under his robe. He was supposed to sit on a chair, leaning forward, his limbs artfully placed over another and his head resting on his hand. That will work well with his back.
There were other models in the room already naked and Louis took it as a signal to drop his robe too and put it in the corner of the room. Mr Hatstein has told him that there will be fifteen students concentrating on him today and that the groups would change after a few lessons.
Louis got in position three minutes before the class officially started. All that for 20£ per hour., he thought to himself.
There was nothing such as a greeting or instructions at the beginning. The students just started to work, obviously already knowing what they were supposed to do.
Louis let his gaze wander from person to person in his room. There were definitely more women than men, lots of them looked a bit like a cliché with their tote bags and weird combined clothes.
In the front row, there was a guy, a blue bandana holding his wild brown curls together. He had been working on Louis face since forever, looking it up and down for the tenth time already, his piercing eyes trying to not get any detail wrong.
Louis couldn't stop himself from wondering why he wasn't modeling here or even in big fashion magazines. He most definitely could.
Next to the guy, there was a set of twins both of them focusing on his body. He hadn't shaved for this, he hadn't known if he was supposed to.
He let his thoughts wander till the class ended one and an half hour later. The models had had little pauses in between, Louis arm aching from leaning up on it for too long.
"Hey, Bro.", the guy with the bandana came up to him, as he did a knot in front of his robe. "Would you like seeing the best sketch of you today?", he asked playful and confident. Louis hoped, that he would show him another but his own and that he just wanted to show him what people made out of Louis today, but as the guy walked up to his own table that hope died. He was right, his sketch was really good, but Louis figured by his smirk that he knew that already.
"Hi, I'm Harry.", he introduced himself, still smirking and extending his hand. "Louis.", he said, just grabbing it back out of politeness.
"Yeah, it's nice.", Louis said, not wanting to push the guy's ego any further. "I've always good in class, but I think I really nailed it with this one, don't you think?"-"Yeah, you know Harry, I actually have to be in class in less then ten minutes so...", he excused himself from the short conversation, already turning around. "It was nice to meet you.", Harry called after him. Louis didn't give it back, but shook his head as he was out of Harry's sight.
"What the fuck was that?", he mumbled to himself. He normally wasn't the person to judge someone else too fast, but all that he knew was that he didn't talk to strangers the way Harry just did.
It was true though, he would have class in less than ten minutes so he quickly changed or rather dressed before he grabbed his backpack and hurried to his room.
He sat down besides Niall and Liam, his best friends. "Hey, how are you, mate?", Niall asked him. "It's been easier than I thought. The naked part at least.", he said rubbing over his aching arm. Niall cackled, before the prof started the lesson.
They ate at the cafeteria for lunch. Louis spotted Harry and it seemed like he hadn't stopped smirking since he'd last seen him. It was like glued to his face. Rosy lips were stretched over white teeth, but the smile didn't let his eyes crinkle in the slightest. He was talking to a girl. Louis recognised her as one of the twins from art class.
He noticed that Harry was the only one talking all the time, the girl just nodding along, interest sparkling in her eyes.
Louis focused back on his friends. He had got to know them here at university. Niall's open-minded way and them having almost every class together had helped the three of them to become friends fast.
The days got on, while all of them prepared for the upcoming exams of their third semester. Louis only had to model twice a week. The next time was today, on Friday.
He was supposed to get in the same position as last time, as the students started detailing. While doing so, he thought about the conversation between Harry and the saleswoman at the cafeteria, that he had watched before class this morning.
He had come up to her, complaining about a croissant. Louis had just been about eating one himself and knew how good it was, but that apparently hadn't stopped Harry from telling the poor lady she should check the expiration dates before severing something like that the next time. Louis had almost stood up at that point.
Who the fuck does he think he is? It had been more than obvious that they had been selfmade-croissants and not some packed up stuff. Louis had decided at that point, that the next time Harry would come up to him, he wouldn't hide his emotions for politeness. Harry didn't know that word anyways.
"Ey, you haven't had your hand turned like that the last time.", someone complained, annoyed. Louis realised only a second later that it was Harry. Of course it was him. So this time, he didn't even try to hide his eye roll, as he corrected his position.
[1352 words, 20.3.2022]
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