Nightingale |Larry Stylinson|

Two ➳

Louis got up when his name was called and took a paper from the man in a suit. It had his schedule and room number on it, along with his roommates name and his new therapists name.

He followed a guard to his room on the second floor and took notice of the five guards walking up and down the hall.

They must keep a close eye on us, Louis thought.

Louis was shocked when the guard didn't give him a key. When he asked about it, she told him keys weren't allowed and there weren't locks on the doors anyway for safety reasons.

Though he was surprised, he didn't feel unsafe since there were guards and workers every five feet.

The guard who lead him to his room left and Louis sighed before twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open. Immediately after entering, the smell of daisies filled Louis' nose. He coughed a bit before looking up and noticing a boy at the other end of the room. He was skinny and a bit lanky, but adorable overall.

Louis saw him get up to introduce himself and- oh god he just tripped over the rug on the ground.

Louis rushed over to the boys' side and helped him up. The boy frowned.

"Oh god I'm such a fool! I was just going to say hi but I tripped and you had to drop your bag and help and I'm so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He rambled and Louis smiled a bit.

"Love, you're not stupid."

The boy looked up and Louis nearly got lost in those green eyes.

"I'm not?" He asked.

"Of course not. People trip, it's alright. Now, what's your name?" Louis asked.

"I'm, uh, I'm Harry Styles." He answered.

Louis nodded and gave him a small smile before Harry gasped and lightly smacked himself on the side of the head.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't ask what your name was! I don't know what's gotten into me I'm being so rude!" Harry exclaimed.

"It's fine, it's fine. My name is Louis. Louis Tomlinson." Louis said.

Harry smiled a bit before getting up off the floor and going to his bed. Louis went to his bed and started unpacking his clothes and putting them into the dresser net to his bed.

Harry's heartbeat started to speed up when the air grew silent and awkward, well at least for him it was awkward.

Louis was folding and setting clothes into their spots while Harry slightly panicked at the thought that he made it awkward by rambling and tripping.

"So, Harry, where are you from? You have an accent." Louis asked, wanting to learn more about his roommate.

"Cheshire." Harry mumbled, fiddling his thumbs.

"I'm from Doncaster." Louis said, not wanting Harry to worry about asking Louis the question.

Harry watched Louis turn around when he was done putting his things away and frowned. It was obvious that Louis was pretending to be fine, and he didn't seem to be as anxious, at least not as anxious as Harry was. Perhaps Louis was depressed. For some reason the thought hurt Harry, the fact that someone could be so unhappy.

Harry decided that Louis was probably annoyed by Harry. You see, Harry's mind tells him these things and Harry always believes his mind. Why shouldn't he? Depressed people get annoyed easily, Harry's read that somewhere before.

Harry doesn't want to annoy Louis, even if Louis pretends that he doesn't. If Louis pretends to be happy he can pretend to like Harry too.

Harry decided that he won't talk to Louis unless Louis talks to him, that way he won't be annoying.