Uni (A Larry Stylinson Story) ✅

Duet

Louis' Point of View

What the fuck? I thought to myself. Is he fucking serious?  Zayn and I had planned to meet in my dorm at 6:00 and it was now 6:35 and he was nowhere to be found. Now it was 6:36. I had already texted him multiple times and tried calling him, but he didn't respond. I was so bloody angry. Who did he think he was, messing up my chance of getting to a class that I needed to graduate? Seriously....

At 6:45, I decided to call it quits, and changed into sweatpants and a hoodie to go on a run. I had to work off some of this steam or I was going to go mad. Jesus, Zayn. Why did he have to fuck me up like this? 

Just as I was leaving the building, someone tapped my on the shoulder from behind. It was Zayn. He was standing there wearing black skinny jeans with holes in them and a black tshirt with his hair slicked back and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth acting like nothing had ever happened. 

But I couldn't even be angry with him, honestly, because he was so damn attractive. I mean, those eyes, that hair. I could hardly breathe just looking at him in the dim light of the street lamps. 

"Zayn, where have you been?" I asked, snapping out of my fantasy world. "We have to hand this thing in tonight at midnight and we need time to edit and everything. What were you thinking?"

Zayn shot me a guilty look, lowering his head like a dog who had something wrong. "I know, Louis. I'm so, so sorry. To be honest, I don't even have an excuse. I've been really nervous lately for the first day of classes and I couldn't sleep last night. So when I got home, I set my alarm so I would nap for an hour, and it ended up being like 3 hours... I slept right through the alarms and your calls and everything...."

Well that's your fucking problem, I wanted to say--and I would have said to anyone else. But Zayn's soft eyes made it hard to be my usual nasty self. "It's alright. Let's just go upstairs and work on it now, then," I said coolly, opening the door and motioning for him to follow me inside. 

We took the stairs up to my floor, and then walked into my tiny room. I closed the door behind Zayn. We were going to need privacy to record this duet and I didn't want outside noises or distractions coming in.

"Alright," I said, taking a seat at my desk. I looked up at Zayn who was awkwardly standing in the doorway still. 

"Oh, um sorry," I said, getting up to clear the clothes off my bed. "You can sit here." That's the perk of having a single-- it's small and you only get one chair. 

Zayn took a seat and I pulled the lyrics out of my folder so we could write the melodies next to them. We had decided over text that we were going to sing "Valerie" by Amy Winehouse, which was one of my favorite songs. And Zayn's too apparently. 

"Alright, mate," I said, looking over the lyrics. I knew the song by heart, but I was trying to figure out where it would be best for Zayn to sing. "So... Do you want to start off the song?"

Zayn looked like he had no idea what was going on. "Um, yeah," he said quietly. "Sure." 

"Okay," I said, writing out the notes. "You're alto, right? So I'll have you do a falsetto at some point..." I leafed through the pages filling out Zayn's parts, and then inserting my own, putting little stars where we were to harmonize. 

"Zayn, come over here," I said, when I was done. "Does this look good to you? What do you think?" 

Zayn took the paper from me and looked it over slowly. Then he nodded, his dark hair moving out of place a little. "Yup," he said. "Sounds good. Should we give it a run through?"