The Book Of You & I (L.S.)

Chapter 7: Talking

A/N: Outfit inspo for Harry in this chapter ^^^

-Harry's POV-

-2014-

When Thursday rolled around I was so excited I couldn't sleep that night. I looked at my clock and it was already 1:30, I wasn't getting much sleep at all.

I turned around in bed and looked at the ceiling. I really did need to sleep, I have a test in the morning after all. But how could I sleep when all my thoughts are about Louis and what this date's gonna be like.

I need some tea or something, that'll help me sleep.

I got out of my bed, grabbing a blanket along with me because fuck, it was cold.

I walked out to my small kitchen that isn't much more than a small refrigerator, cabinet, microwave and stove top, and dug through the cabinet looking for tea.

Shit, there isn't any.

Who thought it'd be a nice idea to leave the box of tea bags? I swear to God, I'm going to kill Stan!

I huffed and slammed the cabinet door shut.

Well, Niall must have tea. He always has tea. So I pulled on my shoes, walked down the corridors and knocked on Niall's door.

He didn't answer so I knocked again a bit harder. Still no answer, so I knocked harder and kept knocking until he answered the door holding a...knife?

"Woah, mate, calm down!" I said, holding my hands up.

He glared at me with his tousled hair and grabbed the knife tighter. "What the fuck are you doing banging on me door at 2 in the fucking morning?" He said. Shit, I forgot he gets pissy about his sleep.

"I can't sleep, mate. I need some tea, you got any?" He placed the knife down on the table next to him and looked at me. "No. I don't have any tea."

"Well, fuck mate. You got any melatonin or something?"

He looked back into his dorm and looked around a bit before looking back at me.

"I got weed." He said with a shrug.

Of course that's all he's got. I let out a heavy sigh. "I am asking for tea and you offer me weed?" I say, balling my hand into a fist.

"Hey, it's either you take the weed or go back to your own damn room and toss and turn." He said, crossing his arms and leaning into the doorframe.

"Fine. I'll take some weed."

He waved me in and turned on the living room light. Lucky for Niall he doesn't have any roommates to worry about waking. Which is probably a good thing because I swear Niall doesn't sleep at all on weekends and instead stays up all night being so loud you can hear him in the hallway.

I take a seat on the couch as Niall digs through a door in search of his weed. Once he's found it he tosses me an already rolled joint and a lighter. "Save me some, alright? I only have 5 of 'em left and Ryan's on vacation so I can't get any for a few weeks. Gotta make it last." He said, flopping down on the couch next to me.

"Got it," I mumbled back, lighting the joint in between my lips. I took a deep puff before handing it to Niall who took a puff. "So, how'd your date go with Louis? Ya never told me." He said, handing it back to me.

"Oh, well, we got to talk about a bit more personal stuff since you weren't there and all and we...we held hands. And he invited me for a walk and some coffee later...today, I guess. I know we had plans, I didn't think you'd mind though." I said, with a puff of the joint.