Bite

Chapter 2

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"Dreamers only have one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely."
-Erma Bomeback

*LOUIS POV*

I woke up at 13h45, turning off my 14h00 alarm I lie in bed for a couple minutes, stretching out my legs with a inhumane sound before walking into my bathroom, staring blindly at my reflection, sleep evident in my flushed face and sleepy eyes as I swaying side to side from my tiredness while rubbing my eye with my fist, getting the sleep out of it.

Pulling out my vibrating toothbrush from behind the mirror I brush my teeth and tongue, not really doing it myself just guiding the brush. Than washing my face with unscented, un-foamy soap and placing that on my face for 30seconds before rinsing it with warm water. I pat down my face with my face towel before walking out of my bathroom and bedroom and into the living room, seeing Niall still watching Empire.

"You survive of this show NiNi" I say, walking over and sitting next to him, lying my body over his as he gives me a dirty look, which hides his smile he thought I couldn't see.

"So?" He asks, grabbing me from my disgustingly big hips and pulling me onto his lap --although he's only taller than me by two inches, and lying down himself sideways on the couch, making me the little spoon as he tangles his legs with mine and places his arm under my head. "This show is amazing and Andre is my baby's daddy" he says, before kissing my back of my neck and making me watch the last 10 minutes of his show.

Once the episode is over and I'm free to go, I start getting ready for my Ancient History course. Grabbing my backpack, that still lies on the ground, taking out my English notebook and replacing it with my History notebook and textbook with of course my laptop and phone charger.

Walking into my lavender room I grab my discarded blue sweater and a different pair of black jeans. Sliding in my black all stars, I walks into our shared kitchen, checking the time and seeing that its now 02h20. Grabbing a fork from the drawer next to the sink I starts eating the chicken and noodles from the container I had just taken out of the fridge cold, whike scrolling through tumblr and reblogging everything that matches my theme.

Closing the container when my phone reads that its 14h34, I placing the fork in the sink with a shouted bye to my Niall. I walk out of the apartment and down the doors, pulling my hood up because the wind is still there , I cross the street at the light instead of mindlessly j-walking and risking getting a ticket, like I had done earlier this morning.

Pressing the button to change the road sign I could backwards from 30. It only takes 30 seconds for the light to change. Other uni students quickly run up to the light with coffees in their hand, headphones in their ears or phones out, waiting for the walking white pixilated man to appear on the screen across the road, indicating our crossing.

6...5...4...3...2...1...0

The turning arrows follow before a row of cars start turning, and soon I'm crossing the street to the building across. Walking towards the west wing of the University, I find myself captured between many bodies, people pushing and running towards the city buses, trying to make the crosswalk before the number changes, or towards their next class.

I walk into my Ancient History class and take a seat in the back of the wide navy room. Deaf Havana's Little White Lies playing in my ears as I get out my Mac Book on the table in front of me and my Phone next to it on silent. There is five more minutes until class starts with 60% of the class already here. I open word and start looking over my last history notes I had typed out from out last class.

Four minutes later, although it only felt like a couple seconds, my phone vibrates with my classroom alarm telling me I made it on time. Seconds later the female professor walks though the door with nothing but her laptop and purse, much more organized than my Literature professor, before placing it on the desk.