The Beautiful Mistake

Chapter One.

Louis' POV:

"Listen Mom, I'll be fine! I'm not your little boy anymore. I'm 19 for Gods sake.." I exclaimed to my worried mother.

"Okey, Sorry BooBear but I'm just worried about the fact that you are going to be surrounded by strangers!"

The nickname made me shudder. She called me that when I was five years old nevermind calling a 19 year old boy that.

"I know Niall! I promise to text you when I meet him so you know I am in safe hands." Or not.

"I suppose! Well I can count on Niall to not let you starve anyway!" She giggled quitely.

And with that she kissed my cheek and waved goodbye as she drove out of the silver painted gates of my new collage.

I had to admit I would miss her but I was mostly relieved that I could be free to do whatever the fuck I wanted.

Driving away from the gates I toke a minute to admire the massive building when suddenly I noticed a blond haired boy running towards me and then quickly recognized it as Niall.

"Louis! Mate I haven't seen you in ages! I missed you bro!" he screamed while we both jumped into each others arms earning a few strange looks by the numerous of passing students.

Returning out of our bone breaking hug I smiled and replied "Yeah, Sorry Niall! I was really busy over summer so I couldn't text you!"

"It's okey! But you know what you could do to make it up to me?" he winked cheekily.

"Let me guess Niall.. Maybe I could treat you to lunch yeah? Mom gave me extra money to get myself started!"

"Wow. You know me better than I know myself!" he said trying to contain his sarcasm.

We leisurely walked together, talking about old memories untill we finally entered the cafeteria which was brimming with new and nervous students.

Everybody sat at their own table according to what label you were named. Losers, Jocks, Geeks or Normals and not to mention the populars.

"Hurry up Lou! I spent a good five minutes walking here and I think I deserve some food. I'm hungry!" Niall whined jumping up and down impatiently.

"When are you not hungry Niall James Horan?" I scoffed as we placed ourselves into the long line of hungry people.

Finally we arrived to where we could pick what we wanted to eat. I had already ate a large breakfast so I picked up an apple I could nibble on if I got hungry while I watched Niall pile a mountain of food onto his plate.

How is he not fat yet? I mean he eats more than his body weight in food and still doesn't gain a pound. It's not fair! As I thought of if I was to eat as much as Niall I would probably be extremely fat and in a wheelchair.

We then payed for our food which was a small fortune because of my hungry little friend when suddenly I bumped into something, throwing me onto the floor. I looked up. It was a boy. A boy with sparkling green eyes and a nest of curly hair. A very beautiful boy if I didn't say so myself.

"Watch where you'r going you little shit!" he growled as he tried to clean his shirt which was now covered in a dark red pasta sause. Fuck.

"You owe me a new shirt you got it?" he said continuing to try and remove the substance off his shirt.

Okey. Maybe he wasn't as beautiful on the inside.

"Sorry Mate, Louis is a bit clumsy." Niall interjected.

And at times like these I was lucky to have Niall as my best friend.

"You don't say?!" The angry stranger replied sarcastically while stalking off to join his group of friends.

Niall bent down, grabbed my hand and helped me off the floor.

"Whats got his panties in a twist?" I grumbled, smiling weakly.

Niall laughed quietly and we seated ourselves, eating what we had bought for lunch when out of no wear the princible of the Collage was on the stage at the top of the room asking everybody to be quiet.

She was busy calling out room mates. Sadly my chances to be paired with Niall were very slim but I hoped my soon to be room mate was nice and would let me study in peace because I was desperate to get a good future.

"Louis Tomlinson." My ears pricked up at the sound of my name. "You will be room mates with Harry Styles. Please collect your keys at the office."

Harry Styles. What a peculiar name.

I shrugged my shoulders and said goodbye to Niall and that I would text him if I wanted to meet up anytime later.

Making my way to the office I collected my keys flashing the secretary a smile. I walked upstairs to what I hoped was my room.

How embarrassing would it be to walk into a strangers room.

378. I entered the key into the small keyhole and slowly opened the door to meet eyes with none other than the angry boy I met earlier.

Harry Styles.