Autumn Leaves

[I had to type this on my phone.] 

Entering the boys dorm hall I had a Starbucks coffee in my left hand, my bags in my right hand, and a backpack hanging on my shoulders. I threw away the cup of empty coffee and unwrapped my red plaid scarf. It was cold, and my mother wouldn't stop telling me how I need to keep warm and not get sick, what could I say to that?

I guess I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson. 

I auditioned to enter "The Royal Art" university of London. Art as in painting, dancing, acting and singing. I'm a singer, I have no other talent at anything. I can't paint for shit, I can't dance for shit, and god forbid anyone see the old movies where I only had 2 lines. When I was 13. 

You'd expect me to fail, due to a boy with a flamboyant personality and also I'm that type of boy who sings "Hey There Delilah" for his audition. Jesus. 

Entering the building some people talked with each other in the hallways, others seemed just as eager to get into their dorms like I was. Walking around carrying a bag and a schedule. 

Everyone had on a permanent smile, it seemed as if I was the only one who woke up 20 minutes late, with no time to brush my teeth. Then I had to witness my little sisters crying because I was leaving. I dealt with them for what seems like ages before my mother hurried them along. Seeing her tears didn't make me feel better. It made me sad. And I also ate some drivethru breakfast from a diner I don't even know of. That led me to vomit.

So yes, today has been a shit day for myself, Louis Tomlinson, so far.

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"Fucking bloody hell." I cursed to myself when I walked into the dorm and noticed somebody had claimed the top bunk bed. That was supposed to be mine.

To explain the dorm, lets just say its not huge. It's small. There's one big sized mattress on the right the closest to the door and 2 bunk beds. Top and bottom. 

I didn't even notice the red head playing his guitar on the single mattress, and he didn't notice me. He was wearing head phones and was strumming and started humming before playing his guitar in a beat that Louis can't really explain. Maybe a bit reggae styled? 

" 

Face hair is growing so I cut it with vengeance. 

Hey did I mention as she makes an entrance.

Said I had a tendency to finish off a sentence.

Oh well she's a local girl, no makeup cause' she knows me well. 

Hair tied up in elastic band

With a kiss on the cheek

For her one-night man."

The red head sang. Louis was stunned by the voice of the lad, he had the best voice Louis' ever heard. At least in this hell hole.

The red head mumbled something to himself as he wrote down some words on the notebook next to him. "Fucking." The red head groaned grabbing at the head phones on his head violently and tossing them on the bed. Rubbing his eyes afterword and leaning back. Still not noticing Louis standing in the door way.