Harry is a freshman in university he, by mistake, choose a night class but was too lazy to withdraw it. And after a few days in the class, his eyes fell on a boy that always sat in the back; wearing all black. Harry wanted to get to know him, and Ha...
I'm glad that my classes for this semester don't seem too stressful, even though I have two math classes. Anyways, hope you like this chapter and this is the start of the plot for the story. Hope it wont be bad :)
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He stood up and was about to carry Harry to the couch when he noticed the figure standing by the door, he gasped when he turned to have a good look at the intruder.
"Zayn?!"
Louis expected anyone to stand at his door, but Zayn was the last one he expected to see. It's been almost two decades since he left him because, and he quotes, "can't stand looking at you without wanting to murder you for what you did." So to say the least, Louis is surprised, but also worried; there's some sort of dread twisting in his stomach, but he brushed it off.
"Yes, the one and only. Don't look so shocked, Louis." Zayn said, taking a few steps inside and looking around the small semi-empty flat. "Just wanted to make sure you aren't 'making' new.. yeah," Zayn concluded, with an evil smirk stretched on his lips.
"I'm not doing anything. He just, um.. pissed me of.." Louis said, his face contracting in a look that Zayn regarded with a once over.
"I see you haven't changed much," Zayn smirked, he wiped invisible dust from the back of the couch.
"Whatever. Why are you even here, Zayn?" Louis asked, completely avoiding the comment.
"Oh, nothing much really. You see, I was standing outside of your building, hoping to see you outside, but then this most amazing smell passed by me." Zayn looked, openly, at Harry's body then back at Louis."So, me being me, wanted to have a bit of a taste. But the smell seemed to stop here, I thought he was alone but look who's here, he did put up a good fight. Would be pissed too if someone kneed me in the jewels." Zayn smirked even more.
"Quite playing, Zayn; you know my smell. You wouldn't even be here if you didn't know it." Louis seethed.
"Aww, is poor Louis mad?" Zayn said, in a childlike manner. He used his speed to zoom and pin Louis to the wall. Louis was taken off guard at the unexpected movement. "The thing about you, Louis," he whispered. "That you're weak as f.ck. You act on a whim and black out as soon as someone as much indicates insulting you. It came handy sometimes but don't you think Ryan would've been still alive if you weren't so f.cking pissed at the world all the damn time? what's wrong with embracing your true monster and make peace with it? do you think, if you weren't such an as.hole, that I would've given us a chance if you only learned to calm the f.ck down?" Zayn asked he was still holding Louis against the wall.
Louis wasn't paying much attention to him, his mind was focusing only on the monster and Ryan word. Those were the only thing that stuck out with him, he was looking at the way Harry's chest rose and fell slowly. It calmed him down a bit. He looked back at the still smirking Zayn and said, "it's good seeing you again, Zayn. Are you quite finished?" Louis said. He watched in amusement as his smirk faltered for a few seconds before it came back again.
