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Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

Since we weren't allowed into the building, we had to fill out a paper describing the items we needed from our dorms, and the investigation team would retrieve it for us and deliver it to Council House. The students who lived in floors 3 and 4 were allowed to stay, but were required to reach their rooms via west staircase.

I filled out my form. Asking for my black jeans, black tee shirt, pre-law textbooks, electronic chargers, and laptop. Anything else I would need could be borrowed from Zayn, Liam, or Niall.

It took a day for my move to Council House. I was placed in dorm 338, floor 3. The layout of this house was much different than Tencent House, but I would have to get used to it. A man in a black suit thing knocked on my door and handed me two white boxes marked 'Harry Styles Dorm 338' black Sharpie.

My room itself looked annoyingly sterile. I know Council House was newly remodelled, but it wasn't homey enough for my fancy. White paint, a large glass window that looked over Manchester, and a full sized bed with ironed white sheets. I sat on the chair, which was white. And I looked out to the city, which was light. But I felt gray.

All I could think about was the crime. I just wanted answers.

Niall visited and asked if I wanted to come to the party on his floor (he was on floor 2 with Zayn, ironic), and I politely declined. I had a 3,000 word essay on Probable Cause due tomorrow.

I walked circles around the room, which had a partial kitchen and a tiny bathroom and corner shower. Then I realised one shocking detail:

I had a double room, which
had a conjoining door to the
dorm on the right.
Which meant all-access to that student.

This scared me and intruiged me at the same time. What if my neighbour was well fit? What if we became friends? What if he/she was a psycho murdered who commited the crime at Tencent house?

I continued to ponder these theories as I read through my prelaw textbook and began writing my shit paper. But an hour into my essay, a pounding noise in my neighbour's room distracted me from my thesis statement.

Bang.

I tried to ignore it, because it could have just been a headboard banging. No way was I planning to interrupt that activity.

Bang.

Slamming my textbook shut with annoyance, I stood up and pushed in my chair. Instead of stomping over to the conjoining door, I exited my dorm and stood in front of my neighbour's.

I paused and waited for the pounding noise, until I knocked nervously, backing up when I heard someone walking towards the door.

The door swung open, revealing a guy a few inches shorter than me, who wore a loose and tattered Manchester United tee shirt and oversized sweatpants. Instantly, I felt like I knew him from somewhere. "Hello?" He asked quietly and looked at me, his narrow blue-grey eyes looked me over. Maybe he recognised me, too.

"Hi, um. A loud noise is coming from your room and it is interrupting my studies." I stated while I tried to remember where I knew him from.

"Oh. That. I'm fixing my dishwasher. Do you happen to know how to fix a dishwasher?" My neighbour asked lightly and motioned to his kitchen over his shoulder.

"No, but my friend Liam might. He's studying engineering." I noticed the guy's arms were covered with colourful bracelets when he reached up to push his black glasses.

"Could you call him up? I'm sorry, but I'm quite desperate for some assistance."

I nodded and pulled out my iPhone, texting Liam. Room 339 needs your help fixing a dishwasher. Please hurry.

I waited awkwardly for a few minutes until Liam replied. On my way... You owe me.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to avoid an awkward silence while we waited for Liam's arrival. A few student shuffled past us and disappeared into their rooms.

"Louis Tomlinson." He responded with a smile. I knew where I knew him from. He was on the Dean's List. 4.0 GPA.

"I'm Harry Styles." I muttered and glanced at the elevators, hoping for Liam to appear. He was usually timely, but not now. Like c'mon lad, you live a floor above me.

"Nice name." Louis cackle and I blushed. He rested one hand on the doorframe, the other on his hip. He had curves.

The elevator dinged and Liam stepped out, turning his head towards us. I waved and he fast walked in our direction.

"I'm here." Liam sighed and glared at me. He shook hands with Louis and introduced himself politely. Louis explained the job that needed done and Liam followed him into the apartment. I didn't know what to do, so I just entered Louis' room as well.

It looked exactly like mine, only flipped around. Louis Tomlinson and I had a double room, like a suite in a hotel. They were connected for that fact. His furniture was all white like mine, but he had covered them with maroon pillows and a furry blanket. His windows had dark grey curtains, and his white walls were covered in beautiful paintings of people and places. I found myself staring at them, particularly one that depicted a crowd of people but one man standing alone. I thought the meaning was deep and beautiful.

I sat on the coach while Liam bent over the dishwasher and Louis supervised. Louis really got moved in here, even though we'd only be here for a month. Maybe he was the type to get settled in and comfortable in any situation. Louis was saying something about detergent and bubbles or something and Liam was screwing something in.

"Thank you so much." Louis chirped and shook hands with Liam as he stood. I figured he was done with the dishwasher-fix so I stood. Liam left, but I hovered in the doorway.

"Thank you for helping." Louis said and I laughed because I did nothing.

"I didn't help. But you're welcome Louis." I started walking out, but stopped and turned around.

"Can I have your number? In case your dishwasher breaks again." I smirked and Louis put his number into my phone.

And I left smiling. At least my neighbour wasn't a murderer.

(( A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE EVE. ))