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Chapter 4

(This chapter is dedicated to @niallsgirl1D4ever, cos she was the first person to ask me for an update. Thank you for wanting to read more as much as I want to write more! xx)

Chapter 4.

For the past two days, Louis had been coming to my dorm to study for his English Lit exam. He seemed to be stressed out, but it wasn't from exam pressure. He studied in my room, because my room had a desk.

I observed him, while he wasn't looking of course. I noticed that while he read, he would stop and reread the full page. When he wrote, his right hand would scribble the notes down and his left hand would support his chin. He seemed studious and lazy at the same time.

It was clear that Louis and I were dating, casually and non-exclusively. I fancied him a lot, and we got on well together.

Louis Tomlinson fancied me, and I could tell by the way his eyes stared into mine. I knew this because it was the same way I looked at him.

Niall got laid by his roommate's sister, and he was buzzing about it all afternoon while we hung out. Zayn was 'house hunting' with Perrie, and Liam was simply 'busy.' I'm nearly positive that they had just been annoyed of Niall lately, so they declined on boy's night.

The topic of Louis Tomlinson arose, and Niall (and his pint of Finians) babbled on about Louis' hair and his ass. I blushed at this, because the thought of Louis was sometimes arousing. Then Niall suggested we invite "Mr. Mr. Sir King Louise Tomlinson" over for a drink.

I decided, against my better judgement, to invite Louis over. I didn't want to deal with Niall by myself. Honestly, I just needed a proper rest. It's as though Red Bull replaces blood in Niall Horan's blood stream.

This time, I knocked on the conjoining door.

But the frightening part was that he answered right away, as though he had been standing there all along.

"Please come help me babysit Niall." I whispered to Louis and he looked over my shoulder the blood shot and cackling lad. Louis was wearing black sweats and a white tee shirt that was three sizes too big.

"How pissed is he?" Louis inquired and stepped back. His blue eyes were almost as bloodshot as Niall's were. I mentally reminded myself to ask him what was wrong through text later.

"Too pissed to form complete sentences," I laughed and Louis' eyes scanned over Niall (who was was cleaning up beer that he had just spilled his crotch).

"Harry, if you wanna come to my room until he passes out...." Louis' voice trailed off and instead of responding, I stepped past him and into his dorm.

Louis' dorm was still very clean, minus a sink full of dirty dishes and a cluttered coffee table. It was filled with paperwork of some sort. Part of me wanted to ask about it, but I was raised to respect others and their private business.

"You can sit down." Louis whispered and I stumbled over to the couch. He followed me, but sat down on the plush chair across from me. Louis said he didn't have money, and he didn't, but his room had lovely furniture. I envied him slightly because of that.

"Would you like a drink? I've got some Gold on the bottom shelf." He offered and pinched at his sweatpants.

"Um I don't care to end up like Niall." I chuckled. As if on cue, a bang sounded from the other room and Niall's accent saying "Shit, Shit, Shit, Sh-" I figured that he had just broke a pint glass. It'd be my responsibility to clean that up later, and I hoped it wouldn't cause my best mate any injuries.