Cambridge

Pizza And Pyjamas

Rachel's P.O.V.

When eventually 1 o'clock came around, I went to meet Louis by the fountain.

I had been waiting all morning for this.

As I got closer to the fountain I saw Louis sitting there, looking at his phone in his lap.

"Hey" I called out, causing him to look up quickly.

He smiled slightly, standing up.

"You came" he stated simply.

I furrowed my brow.

"You though I wouldn't?" I asked, feeling somewhat amused.

He shrugged.

"You got pretty mad last night" he answered.

I grimaced.

"About last night. I'm so sorry - I was way too drunk. I guess I was just lucky you were there to stop me from making a huge mistake" I told him honestly.

He grinned.

"Yes you were. Very lucky" he agreed.

I rolled my eyes

"Well c'mon, you wanna get on with this tour or what?" I asked.

We spent the next hour and a half wandering round the campus. Louis showed me all the places him and the other four hung out.

"And here. This is the best place to eat.. They have the best pizza ever.." Louis indicated to the small shabby looking take-out place at the edge of the campus.

"That place?" I asked sceptically.

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Don't judge a book by it's cover Rach. We order food from there all the time" he told me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you know I think I might have to buy you food from there one of the days" He suggested, his voice suddenly light and teasing.

I gave him a smirk.

"Theres no time like the present" I reminded him.

He smiled in response.

"I'd love to, but I have another class to get to" he told me regretfully.

I shrugged.

"No biggie" I said casually, beginning to walk back in the direction we had come from.

I didn't have another lecture for over an hour but it was near enough where Louis was having his, so we walked together.

We chatted about anything and everything while walking. He told me a lot about his course.
He was studying music and drama.

I could tell he loved it by the way he talked about it.

"Do you play any instruments?" he asked, genuinely curious.

I shook my head firmly.

"Nah-uh. I can play the triangle.. But even at that I manage to do it wrong" I muttered, remembering vividly how I was kicked out of the school band for my atrocious triangle-playing.

He chuckled slightly.

"How'd you manage that?" he pressed.

I shrugged.

"No idea" I replied honestly.

"How about you?" I added.

"I play a bit of piano" he said modestly, looking down.