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by RASPLARRIES

by RASPLARRIES

Harry flops down onto his spring mattress in his small dorm, burying his face into his pillow. He checks the time, it reads 11:34.

"Finally some rest." He mumbles.

Adjusting to his small bed, his feet find their way through the iron bars in it's frame. The pallet he owns is 6 inches too short for his figure which forces his feet and ankles off the bottom edge.

He sighs in relief; his chest rhythmically moving.

Tap, Tap, Clink.

Harry's eyebrows furrow and a frown appears on his face.

More frat kids I bet. He thinks to himself.

Clink... THUD. The glass wobbles from the impact of the rock.

Harry forces himself up and moves toward the window. The moonlight shines through, illuminating a small square on the floor near to where he was standing.

He opens the latch and pushes up the glass. Poking his head out, he spots his roommate.

"Bloody hell Louis what time is it?" Harry twists around to check his clock but his vision is blurred with sleep.

"Well about 3:30 in the morning eh?" He replies awake as ever.

Harry rubs his left eye, "And why would you be out at 3:30 in the morning?"

"Oh, I can't just let a good party pass me up right?" He cracks a smile. His eyes crinkle along with it.

"For gods sake Louis, you're nineteen, can't you get a grip and focus on school a little? You've been partyn' three times a week!" Harry's voice is low and raspy from the night.

Louis continues to stare at Harry. He recognizes the jacket Louis was wearing, the denim one with the white collar, constantly shared between the two; and some black skinnies along with a pair of toms. His hair is fringe-like; Harry's favorite.

"Well I don't see why not, they'res nothing wrong with the parties. I should bring you to one. It'll be fun." He drops the rocks one by one into the short grass.

"Rather not, I can spend my time much more wisely with my studies."

"Do you think you have a choice Harry? There's a big one next week at Zayn's, I'm really excited, and you should be too because I'm taking you with me.. Now let me in, its turning cold and I left my keys!" He folds his arms and brings his shoulders cheeks.

Louis leaves the view of the window, and Harry watches the small frame shuffle away.

12/29/15