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XII<br />

Chapter Summary<br />

Louis needs help. A lot of help.<br />

Chapter Notes<br />

See the end of the chapter for notes<br />

Wednesday begins as a mess.<br />

It’s already rubbish because Louis is utterly exhausted since he had gone to bed too late once<br />

again. He’d grilled Niall as soon as he’d returned, casually demanding if Des was at the studio—<br />

he wasn’t—and gathering whatever other information he could on the situation—which was<br />

nothing—then proceeded to smoke too much, watch too much tellie with blank eyes as his mind<br />

wandered and heart beat angrily, and stuffed whatever food Niall had piled around them into his<br />

mouth.<br />

All the while resolutely not thinking about a certain light in a certain window as a certain shadow<br />

flickered on the walls.<br />

Thus today, through the exhaustion that mercilessly pulls on his eyelids and sinks his limbs to the<br />

floor, he has found himself late for every single course of the day. And not once has he retained<br />

an ounce of information throughout said courses, pen always uncapped but never connecting with<br />

the blank notebook page before him, because his minds keeps flicking to either one of two places:<br />

1. His bed with its plush sheets and lonely pillows.<br />

And<br />

2. That certain window.<br />

And it’s a big fucking mess.<br />

Which only worsens when he runs into Cindy, the only person in his “The Study of Prose in<br />

Victorian Era Playwrights” course that doesn’t make him want to pour sulfuric acid into the<br />

sprinklers and set the world on fire, as he’s heading to that very course.<br />

“Louis,” she greets with a smile, bedecked in what appears to be Hogwarts robes. Or some shit.<br />

Louis tries not to judge her choice in attire (he likes Harry Potter, so who is he to judge?) but<br />

instincts take the wheel and he finds himself sliding disapproving eyes over her ensemble.<br />

“Cindy,” he nods happily, but his eyes are still caught on her sleeves which are as large as church<br />

bells.<br />

Luckily she doesn’t notice, instead grinning and asking a curious, “Where’s your gown?” while<br />

tilting her head in confusion.<br />

Which now confuses Louis. Gown?

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