Louis Tomlinson, 22, studying education at Uni. Niall Horan, 20, studying music at Uni.They met at a party during Louis' second year and instantly hit it off. They ended up getting a flat together. They throw a party at their flat. Halfway through the party, Louis is pretty hammered. He is goofing around with his friend Aiden near the radio when he sees him. A flash of curly brown hair and a dimpled smile. And yeah, curly hair is always a turn on for Louis. It seems, that wherever Louis goes, the curly lad is there. Coming back in from the balcony when Louis and Zayn head out. In the kitchen grabbing a new beer whilst Louis refills his cherry vodka. Curly is everywhere, and Louis just knows that he is not real. He just is a figure of his drunken imagination. So the party ends and Louis hasn't talked to him, knows he isn't real. Then, at the start of the new term, Louis comes home and starts screaming to Niall about how he wants a whole meal cooked for him, chicken potatoes, the whole lot. Louis is just getting onto the nice fine wine when he notices him. Niall and mystery boy are sitting on the couch looking at him in the doorway. So, Niall leaves with the excuse of homework, when really he just goes onto his Skype and giggles with his boyfriend Liam about what a matchmaker he is. And yeah, he really is a good matchmaker. Louis and the boy, after a few awkward moments, are instantly prattling off about their families, and their dream jobs, and even what they see in the future. Louis says he wants a few kids, but definitely a daughter. Harry agrees and ends up making that meal from him.
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"Well, it's not like anyone really RSVPs," Liam defends when Harry turns back to him, "No one takes Facebook events seriously." Harry rolls his eyes, still finding it within himself to get annoyed in his moment of panic. Liam has been complaining about the lack of accountability Facebook events have bred in their generation since their freshman year. Harry glances back to the gallery entrance. Yep, still there and moving closer.
"But aren't you guys friends?" Harry asks, trying to convey the urgency in his tone.
"Well, I mean, I talk to him when he stops by the office for supplies sometimes," Liam reasons, "But I wouldn't say we're friends, exactly. Maybe more like, friendly acquaintances?"
Harry groans. "You're the fucking worst."
[or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.]
all credits to coffeelouis on ao3.