Young & Beautiful

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The next day, Louis awakens with a new-found sense of self.
Because yes—he spent the night completely alone, without a soul to share a word, and he loved it.
He actually really loved it.
How had he ever felt so lonely before? Being alone was incredible. Louis’ music blasted from the
speakers tucked in the corners of the crown-molded ceilings, Louis danced in the space provided
(as obnoxiously as he saw fit—he was a drama student, after all), Louis’ things were scattered on
the floor in their precise positions, and Louis shut the windows from the chaos of the outside
without a second thought or worry, baying at the moon until the wee hours of morning.
He could flip the obnoxiously sized flat-screen on and blast it at full volume AND walk around
naked.
It was fan-fucking-tastic.
And so Louis awakens with the promise of the day on the tips of his fingertips as they push back
the covers of his bed, brushes his teeth with the joy of solitude, and scratches his bum as he stares
forlornly at an empty fridge for as long as he damn well pleases. Because he can.
Eventually he settles himself down in one of the plush, velvet chairs that feels like something out
of Harry Potter, tea in hand, and makes to plan his day.
It will be Louis Time. A day to himself, to cater to his own needs and not pretend to put someone
else before him. With his mum (who he still hasn’t called back; hello, 7 missed calls, oops) at a
refreshing distance away and no sisters to pull him in five different directions, Louis is a free bird,
and it’s high time this bird flew.
With plans swirling and tea warm in his belly, Louis opens every window, uncaring to the
constant stream of passerby that can easily peer into his little sanctuary (and when did this go from
a hell pit to a sanctuary exactly? Because he’s still not sure why he’s even here, still doesn’t know
how to attend dinners with professors or wear gowns for examinations) and instead sucks in the
fresh, summer air with renewed vigor.
A day for himself. A day without a flatmate. Hell, every day could be a day without a flatmate if
he doesn’t end up arriving.
“But wouldn’t that be a godsend,” Louis mutters to the warm silence, taking one last, meaningful
sip of tea.
So, naturally, it’s then that his flatmate arrives.
Chapter End Notes
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