the light's on but nobody's home || l.s

iii

louis

going to university is one of the things louis has wanted to pursue ever since he was a young boy, he wanted that euphoric feeling of being accomplished with his studies and easily finding a job after that.

he goes to university now but the head wrecking feeling of hearing the damn alarm clock haunts him every morning.

just like today.

the alarm clock rings its deafening tunes as he mutters one or two curse words, trying to shut it off. he manages after a few moments and the tranquility of the room returns.

and then he accidentally falls back to asleep.

"shit!" is the first word he says after waking up in half an hour.

he wakes up and gets ready with lightning speed, not even bothering to eat breakfast. the minty taste of toothpaste is still fresh in his mouth as he sprints his way to his class.

ah, the sweet scent of psychology class.

not sweet actually, the class smells like a store room and new books and wood, he's not one to complain, the smell of new books brings him back to his memory of when he first got a new book and not hand-me-downs from his older cousins.

he takes a seat at the far end of the class, praying that no one would sit next to him because he's too tired to socialize at this time of the morning.

ah how his prayers have been heard, but ignored.

a blonde, who louis refers to as the most garrulous person ever, walks into the room and sits next to him as if there were no other vacant seats around.

"i'm niall, pleased to meet 'cha!" he gives louis a lopsided grin and sticks his hand out. louis reciprocates the kind gesture and gives the blond a tight smile.

"i'm louis-"

"louis tomlinson! yeah, i've heard about you from zayn," he says, probably loud enough for everyone to hear. and how does he know zayn? "zayn and i met last night at a pub. you should come with sometimes! hey, tell you what, i got a sweet party later tonight. you should definitely come. bring some lads too, or just zayn, i've already invited him anyway. liam is coming too! do you know him..."

louis zones off, blocking out whatever niall was talking about and instead stares at the blank projector, wishing he wasn't here right now. yeah, niall seems like a good lad but if only he wasn't so talkative.

before louis attempts to rip his own ears off, the professor walks in and mumbles a "sorry i'm late" and begins the lecture. louis takes down notes occasionally, trying his best to listen to the professor while ignoring niall's undeniably irritating yapping.

"...and harry was like, 'that's crazy dude!' and then i said-"

"wait you know harry?" louis suddenly finds interest in the one-sided conversation.

"i know a lot of harrys. it's the UK for fucks sake, there's a harry in every building!" niall jokes and louis rolls his eyes at that.

"tall, curly hair, green eyes harry?" louis inquires, hoping that he's the only harry that niall knows with the said physical features.

"harry styles! of course i know him. great lad he is, always smiling and throwing grand parties. a rich man that one, always so generous. he's quite a catch." niall stops talking and louis zones out yet again.

ever since last night, he couldn't help but think about harry. how he was watching him and out of nowhere approached him, and gave him his name... it was all so sudden but louis didn't complain at least once. he liked harry and he decides that he wants to befriend him.

"does he go here?" louis asks, halting niall from his irrelevant chatter about fine dining and race cars. who knows what irish people like.

"yeah, he's majoring music, i think," niall mindlessly looks at the ceiling as if the answer was written there.

huh, what a coincidence. louis is minoring in music. that means they can probably meet some times, and judging by the way he approached louis last night, they could get along pretty well.

"is he in the music room right now?" louis suddenly asks, his voice a tad too interested in finding this beautiful creature named harry styles. hell, even his name sounds too good that louis almost questions its authenticity.

"i don't know man, we haven't talked in a while. you should go check if you're so desperate to see him," niall snickers. a blush creeps on louis' cheeks but he refuses to acknowledge it.

"i am not desperate!" he whisper-yells. a few people turn around and give him a wry look, but louis couldn't care less.

"i left something in the music room, i should go get it," louis lies. niall sends him a knowing look, because he knows what louis is up to.

"go get your prince charming," niall lightly smacks on louis butt as he heads out of class. damn you, niall.

hence, operation: look for harry and be friends with him, begins.