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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I ran into Louis Tomlinson twice since The Dishwasher Incident. Yes I believe it was completely and utterly coincidental. But part of me was almost suspicious of the stalker like circumstances.

Once was getting my mail. I was unlocking the key to open my dorm's postbox, and Louis Tomlinson approached with a cheerful greeting and unlocked his. I glanced at him quickly, but too quickly as to catch a glimpse of the handful of letters he received. One was from a lawyer, one was from a hospital. No I was not peeking, I just happened to notice the oddity of his business letters. Why was Louis involved with both a lawyer and a hospital?

The second meeting was at a coffee shop two blocks from Tencent House, called Carpé Diem. I had just gotten released early from sociology class, and wanted to stop for a quick latte and biscotti snack. As I sat my bag down and carefully sat down with my steaming coffee, I noticed his cerulean eyes looking me over from a nearby table. When I looked up to wave at him, he turned his attention back to his laptop screen. Maybe he was just shy.

Purposely though, I knocked on our conjoining door and asked if he'd like to go out to King's Pub with Zayn, Niall, and I. He called through the door a refusal, for he didn't drink. Though I shrugged it off lightly, I felt almost tired and bored all night knowing he was all alone.

You see, nobody ever visited Louis Tomlinson.

I had Liam, Zayn, Niall, and a few other friends. Though I had never seen a soul enter Louis' room, in the thirteen days I'd been there. I felt pity for the lad, and found myself wishing he had company to make his days more enjoyable.

So I asked him again, on a late Thursday night, if he'd like to go out for a bite to eat at a great restaurant downtown.

He said he didn't have the money to pay.

I said "It'd be my treat. Just c'mon."

He said "I'll be out in a bit."

So I waited on the edge of my bed for Louis to appear through the connecting door. I could hear him shuffling around, a sharp curse of "shit", and water running. After glancing at my watch and confirming that he had taken twenty-seven minutes to get ready, he walked in.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't stare at him. Because I did for an unhealthy length of time. The strange thing was, he wore extremely ill-fitting clothing. I thought this was odd, because we would be going out in public. But then again, I had never seen Louis wearing anything but shabby clothes. He only seemed to have two outfits.

Other than his clothes (which couldn't matter less to me), he looked stunning. Just looking at his jawline and cheekbones and fringe and eyes and everything, it made me want to stare at him for hours. I couldn't help but look him over and think of every single adjective of attractiveness, even the words with a feminine connotations.

Then he cleared his throat and muttered "Um let's get going Harry." I was suddenly embarrassed because he had caught me staring, but I assumed he was used to it.
He followed me silently out the door and out to the parking lot. I hit unlock on my keys, causing my Volkswagen to beep.
Being the proper gentleman I was, I opened the passenger door for Louis before I slid in the driver side.

"What's the restaurant called?" Louis asked and peered out the window while we drove away from the University. I didn't want to take my eyes off the road when Louis was in the car. So I focused on the road signs but answered him with "Samsi."

He didn't say anything else the entire ride. I tried to control my typical road rage, granting that there was slight traffic. I was frustrated but I didn't want to freak Louis out, considering he would have to put up with me for the next two hours.