➳ loathing in vegas // l.s.

chapter 2

    What you did two nights ago was very gay.

    Were the words that replayed in Louis' mind ever since he went to sleep last night. He had a very light sleep, always fussing around in his bed, messing the bedsheets as he couldn't find the right position. He even heard Niall come in at some point during the night, but he was too tired to talk to anyone and didn't say anything to him.

    What Harry told him before he left was consuming Louis internally. He couldn't get those words out of his head and it frustrated him so much.

    Naturally, the next morning he could barely open his eyes. The alarm went off and pissed the hell out of him when he couldn't find his phone to put a stop to it. Getting up from the bed, he rubbed his eyes and opened his mouth in a big yawn.

"Niall-"

"I don't have classes until 12pm." Niall shushed him quickly as he turned around in his bed, continuing his sleep. Louis pouted at that. "Harry and Zayn have classes now, go with them." He instructed in a barely audible mumble and Louis only rolled his eyes in response.

"Of course they do." He murmured to himself as he got dressed and left the dorm room in a moment.

"Good morning, Louis." Zayn greeted him, a cigarette in between his fingers as his eyes fell on Louis.

Both Zayn and Harry were resting their frames on a wall as they were apparently waiting for Louis.

Louis scrunched his eyebrows together as he muttered back a greeting, trying to be civil. "Oh, Niall told us yesterday you have the same class as us this morning, so we figured we'd wait for you." Zayn explained as he noticed the confused expression on Louis' face.  The blue eyed boy saw Harry's smug expression preying on him, severe lust present in his gaze which caused uneasiness and heat to form in Louis' stomach, forcing him to look away.

    Louis hummed as he belatedly accepted their company. Why wasn't he surprised?

    As they were walking on campus, Zayn kept the conversations going, not leaving room for awkward silence. "How do you like it so far?" He stood between Harry and Louis, oblivious to the tension between the two. Or maybe it was just Louis that sensed it.

    "It's good. Kind of weird to be away from home for the next few months, don't you think?" He looked at Zayn as he spoke his mind out loud, trying his best to avoid Harry's insisting eye.

    "For us, not really, no. We're used to being away from home. Our mothers are very busy women." He told Louis as they stopped abruptly in the middle of the campus. "Where's the Shakespeare classroom?" He asked as he took a glance at the big panel outside that presented the map. Louis said nothing as he took in the words he just heard. He was never away from home for an extended period of time.

    "Let's ask those people." Harry suggested as he noticed a bunch of people close by, talking next to a crew of rowers.

    Louis followed the two boys like a little lost puppy on campus as they approached the ones in discussion.

    "Hey, do you know where the Shakespeare classroom is?" Zayn asked a tall boy with a strong facial structure for directions, his eyebrows raised as he looked around the campus.

    The boy turned around, an arrogant and superior facial expression present on his face and Louis couldn't help but notice Harry's challenging stare. It could freeze people in place, no laughter no joke. He felt intimidated by him in the slightest.