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"Lou.." I hear him, and the knock on our door, but I'm not getting up. "Louis!" He's getting louder but if we ignore it they'll go away. "Louis answer it they've been knocking on every door down this whole hall, help them."

I dramatically throw my blankets off of me and onto the window seal next to my bed. The blinds make a loud crash and I see Markel jump slightly from across the room. "Be quiet!" He ironically raises his voice at me.

I grab my phone from under my pillow and shuffle over to the door. My phone lights up the entire room, "It's one in the morning who the fu- " There isn't anyone here. I stick my head out the door and look to see if they had just moved on to other rooms. I can hear someone whisper-yelling like they're angry but don't want to wake anyone, but I only catch bits and pieces of the conversation.

"no, you can't sleep in here!"

"just for tonight?"

"I don't know you!"

At this point I'm becoming more aware of the fact I'm in just my boxers and that's its about 66 degrees in this building. I grab some sweats and walk down to the guy who just threw his pillow down in the middle of the hall. "Hey, are you the one who knocked on our door?"

He laughed at me, "Uh yeah, I'm the only one out here."

"What did you need?"

"A place to sleep, My roommate brought his girlfriend here and claims he thought I'd be out studying all night." He says with the biggest eye roll I've ever seen.

This kid is kind of cute, or what I can see of him in this dark hallway is. "I guess you can crash in my room but my roommate is asleep and you'll have to take the floor. So I guess the only difference from the hall and my room is it'll be warm."

"That's fine, thanks. Is your roommate going to care?"

"I don't know, but if he does it's his own fault for making me get the door." We both laugh and he almost forgets his pillow on the ground so I grab it.

When we get back to my room I turn the lamp on and Markel shuffles but doesn't get up, or even open his eyes. "Okay, so here is the mini fridge it basically has water and milk and you can take this blanket off my bed."

I'm honestly only doing this because he is really fucking cute, the situation is weird but it can slide. "Markel won't let me turn the air lower than 74 so if you get hot you can take off your long sleeves and put on this short sleeve one." I toss it to him and I think he might be laughing because we both know he is not going to fit into one of my t-shirts. This guy looks like he is three years younger than me and Mark in the face but not everywhere else. He's probably three inches taller than me, and he looks like he could use me as a weight.

He looks down at the shirt and thinks for a second before looking back up at me, "Thanks, so he's Markel, and you are?" So far I don't think he's looked me in the eyes once. He looks down quite a bit and every once in a while he will look around to the sides. When he is looking at my face he's watching my mouth.

"Louis, I'm Louis, and you?"

"I'm Harry, Harry Styles."

"Well Harry, I've known you for all of 10 minutes and you already keep better company than this asshole" I say pointing my thumb to the side and at Markel. He laughs and so do I, even though I'm only halfway joking.

"Thanks again for letting me stay in here, it won't be often, I promise."

"No worries lad, I wouldn't want to be in there either." I hand him one blanket off of my bed and then grab a quilt my mum made from the top of the closet. "You can lay on this so the floor isn't too hard or cold."

"Thanks again."

"Your welcome, but you can stop thanking me now, your're literally sleeping on the floor and you'll probably sweat all night." I tell him the truth and shut the light off.