Undergraduates [h.s]

eleven

"This is your room? What are you like, secret royalty or something?" Harry huffed as he dropped his bag into the floor with a loud thud, almost echoing through the room.

I sauntered past the vase of fresh and sweet smelling white chrysanthemums sitting on top of the dresser, underneath a framed blueprint of the very first building I had ever designed since starting university, "shut up Styles" I rolled my eyes as I mimicked his actions by dropping my bag, this time on the soft silk of my duvet, not a single crease adorning it, "don't act like you don't have an amazing room in some big arse fancy house"

"Yeah but my room actually looks like someone lives in it"

"Even though you don't"

"Yeah but my mum likes it, she says when she walks in there it makes her feel like I'm still at home with her. I think that's kinda nice" he shrugged, looking over at himself in a mirror and pulling a hand through his messy hair "like, I don't have fresh flowers in my room either"

"They're my favourite flowers. My mother buys a fresh bouquet about once a week to put in here. Your mum has her way of remembering you, my mum has her way of remembering me" I unzipped my bag, pulling out some clothes and placing them neatly in either the dresser or the wardrobe.

"I'll make a note of that" I heard him murmur to himself, whether he meant for me to hear it or not, I don't know.

"Make a note of what?" I perked my head up to him. He stood there tall and lean, long arms held behind his back making his shoulders look much less broad than usual but enhancing his collarbones ant the swallows that lay there. His lip was pulled gently between his teeth and his pale green eyes studied the room and its contents carefully, his foot tapping against the hardness of the floor and his usual black skinny jeans hugging the perfect shape of his legs. The sight alone could make you drown in your own drool.

"Your favourite flowers" he cleared his throat "to tell Ed, of course"

"Ed knows I think flowers are inconvenient"

"Yet you still have a favourite kind" I looked up to him again, dimples indented into his cheeks as he smiled at me, eyebrows almost dancing they were moving so much.

"Shut that smart mouth of yours" I raised my eyebrows at him and felt a smile tugging at my own lips as I looked at the childish grown man in front of me.

"Or what?" He licked his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth.

"Or I'll sew your lips together."

"You wouldn't dare"

"Who knew my sewing classes would one day come in handy?" I teased, biting down on my tongue in between my teeth.

"Watch it ginge" he pointed a finger at me "you don't want to be on my bad side, not when I'm going to be the most famous and successful architect in the universe" he winked

"You wish" I shook my head, laughing at him "about that, you can't mention you're taking architecture to my parents"

"What?!" His smiled faded and was replaced with a thin line of his lips as his eyebrows furrowed down into a frown "why not? I'm allowed to be proud of myself you know"

"I'm not saying that it's just..." I thought to myself how I could word this properly, without it sounding harsh or shallow "I need you to sound like...I don't know a bit more unsuccessful. You know like your family is fairly wealthy-"

"Fairly?" He scoffed "if I'm fairly wealthy then you're basically broke"

"Yeah okay you made your point you have a lot of money, big deal" I rolled my eyes at him "it's just that my parents want me to end up with someone successful, with a good education in something that'll lead them to being a doctor, or a teacher, or-"