Louis Tomlinson is a wealthy college student, who owns a flat building in New York.
Harry Styles and Niall Horan are both from London. Niall was born in Ireland, however. The two get accepted to NYU and decide to take the opportunity, going to New Y...
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The young lad was a nervous wreck.
Harry Styles, a freshman in college, was preparing to move from London to New York all in one day.
He put his sweater on his lanky body, grabbing his black jeans. His favorite part of the jeans were the two slits on the knees of the faded legs. His brown boots, covered in scratches from tripping on his own two feet and a couple of kicks of football with Niall, were placed on his big feet.
He had on the outfit, smiling at the large, purple lettering on it that said 'NYU'. His mother, Anne was proud of her son. He made it into the famous, challenging college that people only dreamed to get into. Harry's mum always posted on her social network account that he got into NYU and was attending the prestigious college in September. It is now July, however and he was going to move into a dorm near the campus.
Anne took Harry's flushed cheeks in her hands and smiled sweetly. "I'm so sad that you're going, but I always knew that you'd be successful." She mumbled, kissing his forehead. "My sweet, sweet son. I can't believe that you're moving away for four months, six if we're counting your dorm time."
Harry blushed harder, he's not too good at taking compliments. Although, he confidently said, "Thanks mum. Thank you for everything. I swear, I'm coming back to you with great grades and great stories." He promised, hugging his short mother. He towered over her, especially since she had crutches because of the car accident she was in. "I love you, mum. Gemma will take care of you."
Gemma was his older sister, who he didn't really like. She was bossy and disrespectful to him. Why?
Because Harry was openly gay.
His mother knew since he was younger and he said he was in love with Niall, his best friend. His mother would love him no matter what. His dad, who name was Harold (Harry was a Jr.) was just as welcoming. The young lad was gonna see him in New York, being that his dad was one of the well known businessmen in the city. His dad owned a huge part of a stock company. No matter how much money his dad made, the little cottage was always home to the family.
A knock sounded from the front door, then walked in Harry's best friend. Harry's face lit up at the sight of the blond haired boy. Niall's perfect teeth, that were straightened by braces a couple years back, were shining brightly over his freshly tanned skin. Niall was the same age as Harry, both attending NYU. The two didn't want to be separate from one another.
Niall scooped the taller boy up and Harry chuckled. "My Harold!" Niall screamed, dramatically swinging the lanky boy around, placing a kiss on his cheek. "We're on our way to being men. We're gonna be around hot ladies...well men for you. And we're gonna live together in the ugly dorm rooms but we'll make it home. I can't wait, they don't have a football team, but I'll find one. And guess what else..."
