university (an l.s. fic)

chapter two

"Rise and shine!" Liam exclaimed, throwing aside the one and only curtain that we had.

I squinted up at him, the light hurting my vision as it was still early in the morning. He was already dressed and put together, standing over my head. "What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty," He grinned, then clapped his hands together loudly. "Get dressed! We have the weekend to socialize before term begins." It seemed that Liam hadn't heard me leave the room during the night, or caught me coming back inside around six. 

Sighing, I groaned, "I'm coming, go get your head start."

Liam pursed his lips together, "Suit yourself, if I meet some hot girl that you seem to end up fancying, shame on you." I'd nearly forgotten at this point that Liam still thought I was straight. I decided that it was a conversation for later as he left the room. Going to my box of clothes that sat in the corner, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater that seemed to go nicely together.

The dorm was separated into two halves, both Liam and I's sides. His was wholly perfected; bed made, clothes in his section of the closet, a few photos taped to the walls. My side was messy and unkempt; most boxes still taped shut, comforter in a ball at the foot of the bed, clothes lying in a pile on the mattress.

I left our dorm about fifteen minutes after Liam had awoken me. The campus was already bustling early with young adults moving in. The first weekend of the school year was designated for any new students to move into their dorms.

Liam was standing across the green grass from the entrance to the building. He was talking up a short, blonde boy in a red polo shirt. A brunette girl bumped into me on my walk over, giving me a dirty look.

"Harry!" Liam exclaimed, spotting me approaching.

I smiled, a little flustered with meeting yet another new person. "Hi," I said under my breath.

"Harry, this is Niall," Liam put his hand on my shoulder. "He is in his first year as well."

Niall gave me a firm handshake, "Pleasure to meet you, Harry."

I nodded and pretended to pay attention. "The pleasure is mine." Where was Louis? I thought.

Liam and Niall returned back to a conversation regarding the courses they were taking. I overheard Niall mentioning that he was a medical student. He'd come from a family of doctors, so it seemed as though he was under quite a lot of pressure to be successful. I stood and made it seem like I was present as I scanned the busy courtyard for the mysterious boy I had met the night before.

Standing awkwardly beside the two bonding chatterboxes, I spotted Louis across the grass, leaning against the side of the school building and smoking a cigarette. His eyes were already trained on me, a quick smile played across his lips as I met his gaze. I couldn't help but grin at the idea of talking to him again, and smoking sounded relaxing.

"Hey, Liam?"

"Mmmhmm?"

"I'll see you in awhile, alright? Shoot me a message if anything happens."

"Um, alrighty then. See you later." He sounded confused, but I knew he would be entertained with Niall.

I took off quickly towards Louis, remaining careful to not look too eager. He ruffled his hair, putting it into another position, then rolled up the sleeves of his denim jacket.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi," He replied. "Did you get to bed alright?"

"It was pretty okay, and you?"