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...
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I apologise in advance bc this chapter is all over the place and I'm sure it's full of grammar mistakes, My ocd, anxiety, and insomnia are just kicking my ass, so, feel free to point them out. I know the gif is not related to the chapter all but it's too cute not to share! 😅
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Louis was worried. Harry was supposed to only talk to Jake not disappear for three hours without any information. Louis couldn't text him to ask because what if Jake looked at Harry's phone and saw Louis asking about the plan? Harry would be f.cked!
"Come one, Harry. Where the f.ck are you?" Louis wondered to himself.
He checked the time again and saw that it was 11:23 pm. He sighed in exasperation and ran his hand through his hair, after a few debates he decided to call Harry and hope he didn't add his name as Louis. Louis was about to press the dial button when he stopped, he can call Harry's friend even though he doesn't have his number he can go to their dorm and hope that he's there because, at this point, Louis is sure that the plan is going okay. Or maybe he's too optimistic.
He shook his head and grabbed a jacket, he ran out of the door and used his speed to reach the university. He stops when he's a few meters away from the gate so he can speed walk to Harry's dorm. The campus is partly empty, most people are busy with studying for their midterms or maybe partying but, here Louis is trying to save someone's life that he supposedly doesn't care about. Louis quickly shrugs that idea off and thanks god once he reaches Harry's dorm.
He can smell the faint scent of Harry and he's speechless when he's hit with an overwhelming feeling of sadness and longing. He takes a deep breath to try and shake the feeling off, he knocks the door. At first, he doesn't pick up on it but, now that he's over the feeling, can smell another person. The scent is vaguely familiar, a little bit too familiar as he squints his eyes in concentration. He was about to knock again when the door was opened.
"Oh, it's you!" Louis dumbly points out as he sees Liam, the guy that tried to kill him, standing there.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Liam asked in a shocked tone.
"Oh man, don't tell me you're the Liam?" Louis sighed as he palmed his forehead.
"And you're the Louis? Shit." Liam said. He looked a bit skeptical and opened the door a little wider. "Come in. You have a lot to explain." Liam said in a warning matter.
Louis sighed again as he walked in, the first thing he noticed was a small carry-on bag that's on, what he assumes, is Liam's bed. He goes to sit in Harry's bed, he knew that because Harry's scent is still there. He sat on the edge and wanted to curl up under the covers so badly but he had to stop himself from doing so.
