Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

"That was impossible has been a week since I first saw him and I can't stop thinking about the boy who was reading my favourite book..." - Rosie "She is the most amazing girl I have ever met, but I really don't understand what I am feeling for her..." - Joey