A slightly pessimistic Harry moves away to university after coming out as bisexual, in order to escape his hometown and get a new start. Intending to keep a low-profile and get through the year hassle free, he doesn't expect or want much to happen.
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I wake up mid-afternoon the next day, with what's probably my worst hangover yet, trying to recall what happened last night. I vaguely recall taking a couple of photos, so the first thing I do is upload them to Instagram, feeling too out of it to overthink about whether uploading the photo with Louis is weird to do or not.
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Louis, Louis. I'm suddenly hit with the horrific feeling that something happened involving him last night and the red icon in the corner of the app indicating I have a message makes me feel even more anxious. Oh no, what did I do?
I open the message and cringe realising I'd drunk texted Louis when I'd got home, and now, a couple of hours ago, he'd replied to it. Half of my messages didn't even make sense, it's so embarrassing. It even looks like I'd tried to tell him he's cute in one of them. I hope he didn't work out what I was trying to say.
louist91: haha no!! i'm single as fuck, mate. dunno who that was, always end up kissing randoms when I'm drunk, not good !! hows the hangover?
The memory of Louis and that random girl comes flooding back and I start to feel bad about it, but then I reread the message - he's single. 'Single as fuck', as he put it. I still highly doubt I have any chance with him, but I feel so relived and happy to hear it. Still feeling embarrassed over my drunk texts, I message him back.
harrystyles: hahaha well at least youre not as bad as me, I was a mess! I feel like complete shit, I need to stop drinking!! also sorry about my drunk texts haha :) how are you?
He replies almost immediately, completely ignoring what I'd said about myself. I hope this is a good thing.
louist91: not too bad, thankfully ! im still in bed tho, cannot be fucked with getting up hahaha! just be sure to recover in time for ur audition on tues even tho I'm judging, can't be biased ;)
My heart pounds as I read over the last part of the message and the winky face he'd put. What is he implying? I read it again and am hit with the awful realisation that the audition is only two days' away. Oh fuck, I need a miracle hangover cure so I can start practising and be ready for it.
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After a big fry-up and a shit-ton of water, I ended up feeling slightly better, so found myself able to start practising. I say that, but the only place I'd manage to do it was in the shower because I did not want my housemates to hear me. I have a lot of anxiety about people hearing me sing, which is kind of stupid considering I used to perform to audiences many times in my old band. I thought my voice at least sounded decent and hoped it was enough to fully become a society member.
I could barely focus during my Monday classes due to the stress of the auditions and also because Louis had not messaged me again after our last conversation. Niall tried to reassure me that I was just being paranoid and he was most likely just very busy, but I still blamed myself. I couldn't help it, I'm used to things being my fault.
