The Next One (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 1

LOUIS' POV:

It is one of these days when you wake up, sit straight in your bed, eyes wide open and stare out of your window, not knowing why and for god’s sake why you’re not tired as fuck. Of course, I don’t want to be tired but I had a long night behind me and just got four hours of sleep, if that. In disbelieve I run my fingers through my hair and make them a little less messier than usual in the morning.

A groan comes from the floor beside me. Zayn is just about to wake up because of my sudden movement and shoots a glare up on me.

“Would ya please just be quiet? I need sleep!”, he groans with a raspy voice.

He’s even too wasted to swear on me or even move a centimerter. I chuckle softly and answered in a voice nearly as raw as Zayn’s but way more high-pitched:  “I’d love to but we have classes today, man.”

Another groan comes up from the madrass on the floor and Zayn pulls his blanket up to hide his face.

“What the hell is wrong with this fucking schedule?” He seems to wake up properly.

With a smirk I stand up. Only dressed in my boxers I head over to the little kitchen. The clock on the tiled wall tells me that it's already quarter past eight. So if we would want to arrive in time we have to leave in twenty minutes. On normal days it wouldn't have been a crime to me to just skip the first lessons or even the whole day but today it definitely isn't a choice to stay at home. It was the first day of the semester and it would be nice if my Profs wouldn’t hate me straight from the first day.

I start to boil some water for our morning cup of tea and put some toasts into the toaster. Afterwards I go back to my room and snatches the blanket away from Zayn.

“Twenty minutes!”, I holler into my best friends ears.

“Oh, fuck of!”, Zayn replies while making a poor attempt on trying to snatch his blancket back.

I laugh about his slow movements.

On his way back to the kitchen I knock on the door of my roommate. Since I moved to London I am sharing this little flat with a dude called Liam. We get along, not that we are the closest friends, but most of the times we could have a proper laugh. The only problem is that sometimes Liam can be a jerk. I mean, he isn’t a bad guy. But especially when he’s drunk he can be kind of rude. Besides that it is pretty annoying to get into a fight with him and his one-night-stands, when he rejects them the next morning after partying his brain of the previous night.

Most of this girls are a sobbing mess and try to use me as their tissue. Yay.

Some of the girls are angry as fuck and try to hurt Liam and everyone who is nearby. Me. Woohoo.

And the little part of girls, which is left over, isn’t about girls. Liam is bi and the dudes he has slept with are all the same idiots who don’t see the necessity to put on clothes when they’re going to eat breakfast in a stranger’s flat or who try to flirt with the roommate of their one-night-stand – ME – when they ran naked through ones flat.

But some times a week he is a nice guy. He does most of the cooking and he is way tidier than I am. Also they, me, Liam & Zayn go to the same parties and had some genius’s nights together.

This morning Liam didn’t even come home. The bed is made and his school purse is at the same spot as yesterday. I shake my head in disbelief, step back and close the door behind me.

‘This guy is such an idiot’, I frown.

When I head to the bathroom, a moody Zayn is already trying to fix his hair. It nearly works out, I notice with a grin. I set myself next to Zayn and start to brush my teeth. We don’t talk much this morning. It’s very early so we're both not really in the mood to talk and besides that it’s not our thing. Yesterday was really an exception.

There was a party at Layne’s, Zayn’s girlfriend, and Zayn and I left at 12 o’clock. Me, because I'm sometimes a nerd, who’d like to be early for his first classes and Zayn because his loving girlfriend didn’t find it necessary to cheat on him while he were away like usual. No she did it right in front of him, grinding on a friend of Zayn who didn’t seem to care if he sticks his tongue into his friend’s girlfriend’s mouth. I was the first one who noticed and desperately tried to find Zayn and get him away from this crap but he saw them before I was able to keep him out of the room. His face turned pale and his eyes looked glossy and scared the hell out of me.

Everyone – and everyone includes Zayn - does know that Layne is a cheating bitch. But this time she had crossed the line. Of course a few of Zayn’s friends had seen Layne kissing other guys but she never did it in front of him and this time he seemed to get it. Get that he had wasted his time.

He is such a nice and calm guy. He never pisses someone and never gets pissed about anything. A year ago Layne was awesome. She was simply gorgeous and seemed to the right girl for someone like Zayn but since three months everything has changed. She acted like a freaking hoe and I had to speak more often about uncomfortable things with Zayn.

All of these found their climax yesterday when I found myself carrying a nearly sobbing Zayn to his house, trying to seem like I didn’t see his tears streaming down his cheeks. I would have embarrassed Zayn even more. After that we had a long and nerve-racking conversation and in the end I got my best friend to the point where he promised me to break up with her immediately.

What a night.

After we both finished our stuff we head to the next bus stop. It is January and a cold wind blows at my cheeks. They turn red within a few seconds.

In the bus it wasn’t much better because the driver doesn’t seem to care whether the passengers get a cold or not. I curse the whole way to the university and that seems to cheer Zayn up. Ok, he still looks like a hurt puppy but at least, for a second, a little smile flash onto his face.