I step closer to his bed, and he flinches when I place my hand on his shoulder. "Lou..." "Can you please just let me sleep?" I make my way to my own bed and lay down unwillingly. I want to respect his boundaries, but there's no way I can accept how badly my heart hurts for him. "Come here." "What?" I move over to make room for him and pat the empty side of the bed next to me. "Come." "Why?" "Because I'm tired as fuck, and I can't sleep until you do." *** When he arrived at UCLA, all Louis wanted was to pass his courses with flying colours, apply to and get accepted into Harvard, and maybe make a few friends along the way. What he never expected was for his past to start catching up to him and for his roommate to be mysterious, unpredictable, and undeniably attractive. But, considering Harry's dangerous and confusing background, will he find it in himself to open up to Louis, or will he continue distancing himself from the boy who grows intrigued by him? *** Highest rankings: #1 in lgbt #1 in larrystylinson #1 in louistomlinson #10 in roommates #23 in larry

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers. Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.