this mind is a black hole ~ larry stylinson

"It's then that he realizes that he's basically gaping at this boy sitting not even two meters away from him and that he's definitely going to notice Harry staring at him like a loon.

Harry swallows thickly and forces his eyes to focus on the desk in front of him. Who is he?

He sneaks glances at this beautiful stranger up until the professor walks in and begins his lecture. No, that's a lie, Harry practically stares at him throughout the duration of the class and even watches him afterwards as he scurries quickly out of the room, before Harry remembers that the seminar is, in fact, over, and that he should probably get up to leave too.

But the boy hadn't even spared him a glance.

Harry thinks about him throughout his next class, and then during his late lunch, and then during his shift at the small cafe he works in. He thinks about him that night, as he's laying in bed and trying to go to sleep, about how he just wants to know this boy, know who he really is.

And before sleep consumes him, he vows to himself that he's going to talk to him the next time he sees him."

harry is here. louis is there. all harry wants is to be with louis. uni au.

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