Serendipity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Two

Louis' POV

I look up at the tall boy standing infront of me awkwardly. I shake my head and studder out loud, "T-this um, this must be a mistake.".

"I really hope so. It actually would fucking suck if we had to share my room, y'know?" he exclaims exhaling deeply.

Well, that was slightly offensive. His room? Even if the room was to his own, it wasn't actually to his own possesion. I slowly tilt my head, adjusting my eyes to focus upon the fairly moderate sized room. Things were surprisingly neat. Posters were aligned across the wall, banners of indie pop bands were hung as well as an array of shiny golden medallions. My eyes make their way down to a corner, a shelf glutted with trophies followed by a rack of different sized dumbbells ranging light to heavy. This was definitley the room of a sports jock.

"So... Louis Tomlinson." he says sternly, grinning, revealing the deep crevices in his cheeks. I look back down at my timetable that he had passed back. "You better get to clearing this shit out."

I gulped, not understanding a word he said. "Wh-what?".

"You should get things sorted, y'know? It must be a printing mistake... who knows?" he shrugs. Wow, well that made me feel unwanted. In reality, I want to have a room for myself too but I wouldn't mind sharing a room with a cute boy... even though he's a dick.

I took a step back and shuffled out of the room gently. "I'll go uh- I'll find that girl.."

Harry's POV

I carefully watch as Louis quickly hustles down the hall and disappear around the corner. My eyes darts over, looking down at the luggage and bags he had left behind. Damn, what a bloody idiot for leaving his valuables behind. The palm of my hands swiftly wrap around two of the heavy luggage cases, dragging them in the room effortlessly with a backpack and shoulder pack dangling from my shoulders. I shook my head and roll my eyes, exhaling deeply. Deep down inside, I already knew it he was going to be my roommate. This school is packed, it's quiet rare to find somebody that has a room to themselves.

I hastily sat down on my gym bench and hoist up the thirty pound dumbbell that I was lifting earlier before. Up and down, repeat, repeat, repeat. I've been doing plently of sets, trying to gain some lean biceps and I have to say that I'm doing one hell of a job. It's my muscles and charm that woo the babes over.

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Louis' POV

My hand slowly turns the doorknob, swinging the door open. I sigh in relief, spotting my bags on the floor. For a second I thought somebody had stolen it from the halls. My eyes then dart directly at the boy sitting on a bench, lifting up a large weight.

"Aren't you glad I'm sweetie? I brought your fucking heavy bags in." he chuckles.

The door closes behind me, causing me to jolt up. "Y-yeah.. thanks."

"So....?"

"Uh y-well, apparently we are roommates." I gushed, looking down at my feet, avoiding eye-contact.

I can feel the presence of the boy, standing up and making his way over infront of me. "Ah, well that sucks but whatever. Anyways, my name is Harry." he says calmly, sticking his hand out.

My head slowly tilts up as I elongate my arm, shaking his hand. His striking green eyes pierce straight into mine, causing me to weaken in my knees and my palms to sweat.

"I'm L-Loui-"

"I know. Louis." he says through a cheeky smile.

My heart stopped for a moment, eyes instantaneously catching attention of his beautiful teeth framed by delicate lips. He was without a doubt... gorgeous. His hair, slightly curly with a small quiff forming, a deep majestic jade coloured eyes, prominent nasal structure, deligant pink and plump lips, sexy jawline... to be quite honest he looks like a perfect model.