The Other Girlfriend

First Round Mixers

Louis’ POV

                I received a text from Harry that him along with his suite and all the girls from that one suite they’re all attracted to are all headed to the cafeteria for dinner.  Luckily, I’m a junior and I have my own kitchen so I don’t have to bear that food every single day, but Harry wants me to join them so I guess I will.  Sure enough as soon I find the entrance, I see their giant group coming towards me.  I wait by the entryway and they see me. 

                The guys wave at me and I received smiles from the girls as I join the group.  We walk in and swipe our cafeteria cards and join the small lines to get food.  After we split up to get whatever we wanted from what they had for tonight, we all regrouped at a giant circular table where we ate our semi-disgusting food.  I’m so glad I’m not a freshman like these blokes.  “So how was the open house?” I asked.

                “It was quite eventful to say the least,” Harry started, “Zayn is basically a beau and all the rest of us found clubs we are interested in joining.”

                “A beau?” I asked Zayn.  He nods his head and smiles real big. “You lucky duck.  What club is this?”

                “Theta Mu,” Zayn said confidently. 

                “Oh that club,” I said sarcastically. “I’ve heard about that story.  I know a lot of them literally just graduated and I know their beau liaison was dating one of the beaus.  You’re going to love being a beau.  I’ve always been jealous of beaus.  They have women literally crawling up them just to get pictures of them and hang out with them.  Being a beau to me basically means you’re carrying a big sign saying, ‘I’m super attractive and all the girls want me!’” I chuckled and I noticed the girls were laughing too.  Zayn was blushing at my statement.

                “Nonsense, the only thing that happened was a girl was having a rough time and I thought I would help her out.  Sure, they hugged me after I said yes, so I’ll see how my mixer goes as Beau Zayn.”  Zayn defended.

                “Beau Zayn?” Niall spat, “Don’t tell me that’s your new nickname now, mate,”

                “Certainly has a ring to it,” I added. “Though one of these days maybe I can become Beau Louis or Beau Lou,”

                “You know if you say that fast enough, it almost sounds like Bazing!” Harry randomly blurted.  Of course, everyone starts trying out and they were some nods for him.  Most everyone else just stared at him with a perplexed look.  Who knows where his brain is right now.

                After that distraction, I decide to keep asking who is interested in what club.  I’m mainly interested because I know a lot of things about a lot of clubs.  “What about the rest of you all?  What clubs?”

                “HMS,” Liam stated proudly.

                “Not bad, they’re not my favorites, but tolerable.” I muttered. I pointed to the person next to him.

                “Zeta Beta,” Harry smiled.

                “I do like them, nice lads,”

                “Cavaliers,” Niall cheered.

                “You’re not growing a huge beard anytime soon, are you?” I asked him seriously.  He shakes his head and I sigh in relief.