Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Thirty Nine

HEY 10 MORE CHAPTERS TO GO OH

With the beats on loud and his knees brought up high, he rests and draws on a sketch pad with a mechanical pencil. Louis thinks this could be one of the most relaxing days he's had in two months, and it's definitely the time to be drawing the fading blanket of snow covering the University's surface.

If Louis had said that University life was as ecstatic and enjoyable as people made it seem, he would be lying. Maybe it's because the first two days of orientation weren't as great as Louis had hoped it would be.

He met a guy on his floor, literally, back in mid-January. He just appeared one morning more drunk than an Irishman. His name is Sam, or Sammy as he remembers the man slurring to him. He lives in 312, which happens to be next door to Louis' 314. 

Sammy's been great, actually. He's in second year doing a Biochemistry course. He gave Louis a little tour when he sobered up. They've been good friends for, he thinks, a month now, Louis tries to calculate. They study together, they go out on small lunches together and Louis thinks he might be gay. He's attractive, Louis can admit that and has admitted that openly. They were drunk that night.

Louis has also admitted his disorder to the poor boy and, well, Sammy took it so, so well. Louis didn't expect a kiss on the forehead and a cuddle in bed after that. As homosexual as that seems, Louis can definitely reiterate that the no homo code applies between the both of them. For now, at least. He's eating more than usual. Still not enough to make him completely full up, looking like the plump sixteen year old Tommo he once was, the one that Harry remembers-- oh god, Harry.

Harry. Harry's been running through his mind and making him endlessly tired. The one thing he hasn't told Sammy about is Harry. It's not necessary to talk about him. Harry's gone, finished. Harry's in high school, still, Louis is in University in a completely different city. Louis doesn't need him. He's managed a perfect two months without Harry. He's got Sammy. He's fine.

Louis might have cried once or twice this week over Harry, but he's fine.

There's a loud door knock and Louis thinks maybe the knocker's been there for a while when he was zoned out. He stands from the bed and paces to the door, opening it to a lovely big boy who wants a lovely big hug. Louis embraces him and they stumble to the bed, no homo whatsoever when they both land between each other and Louis is grinning into Sammy's neck. He's got a bag of something in his hand and Louis thinks it's food. Great. Food.

Sammy doesn't sit up, only propping up to glare at Louis and smile. "You're a dickhead, you have fucking Beyonce on and you were totally ignoring me for her solo."

Louis only realizes he has Beyonce on. He never usually listens to the Queen, and this is Harry's fucking iPhone music that he snatched off him two years ago. Fuck. Harry. 

"What's in the bag?"

"And of course you'd avoid my comment on you," he sneers, hopping off Louis and rolling to the side, settling the plastic bag into his lap and opening it. Chinese, Louis can smell and soon enough can see. Sammy is grinning so, so wide and that's usual. It's beautiful; it lightens up Louis' day at least. "Got the best for us. Need to pack it up. We have a big night tonight, Lou!"

And suddenly, Louis falls worried. "What do you mean?"

"Party tonight up street. One of my mates wants everyone in, like a start of year freshmen gathering but full of other dickheads like you and me." He tousles his hair, a mousy brown like Louis' and continues to grin. Louis wonders if his cheeks ever hurt from doing so. "Only if you want to go though."

Louis doesn't push away the offer. "Of course I would love to go," and the only reason he really wants to is because he knows Sammy will get drunk enough to start table dancing, and Louis really, really wants to see that again.