Song for this chapter is supermassive black hole by Muse.

Louis made it back to his room and swung the door open with a loud bang, the door hitting the wall before closing again.

"Well well, the famous one has returned!" Harry declared, laying on his bed with his arms behind his head, watching Louis as he paced around the room.

"Would you shut the fuck up!" Louis exclaimed, sending a glare towards the boy with curly hair.

"Ooo, I'm guessing pretty boy didn't get his way for once. What a shame" Harry taunted, smirking as he sat up.

"What did you just call me?" Louis asked, freezing in place.

"Pretty boy. You know, uptight privileged kids who think they're the shit when they aren't" Harry said with a laugh, looking at Louis, who's face had gone red in anger.

"Oh fuck off. You don't even know who you're messing with here" Louis snapped back, his fist clenching.

"Oh I do. I'm not scared of you, or your family. Everyone else can kiss your arse but I fucking won't" Harry rolled his eyes. "Why are you so moody all the time anyway? I haven't seen you smile once since meeting you"

"Because. I've been sent away from my family, my home, to come to this stupid fucking school with stupid fucking people in it, on a stupid fucking train with stupid fucking you. You who made snarky comments at me when I simply told you to leave my private compartment on said stupid fucking train. Then, I arrive to said stupid fucking school, only to find out i cant go to my stupid fucking room because we had to sit through a boring ass speech. When I finally think I can fucking relax in my stupid fucking private, room, I find out it's not actually private at all! No, I've been paired with stupid fucking you, of all people, and- did you touch my marble dresser? Oh, fucking brilliant! I knew if I had a room mate they'd touch my things and get it dirty! Could this stupid fucking day get any worse?" Louis ranted, pacing the room once again, seeing his dresser had a smudge on it.

"Are you quite finished?" Harry asked, amusement clear as day on his face as he silently laughed at the boy.

"No! I'm fucking not. Thank you very much. So then, i try find my way round this stupid fucking school, and when I ask for help, guess what!"

"What?"

"I basically get told to spill the beans to some plastic teacher! The fucking nerve he had on him. Honestly, it's like nobody knows who I am! So then, I spend another 20 minutes searching for the headmasters fucking office and guess who I meet. Go on, guess!"

"Hmm, Niall!" He guessed, that being the only person he knows in school.

"What? No not fucking Niall! Only your bloody sister" Louis declared, causing Harry's eyes to widen in surprise.

"What? Seriously? Where is she?" He asked quickly, crawling to the edge of his bed.

"I don't fucking remember. Somewhere near Professor filches office. Anyway, she goes on to tell me 'oh Louis, I'm here for you, so is my brother' blah blah fucking blah. She shows me where his fucking office is and bam, nothing fucking changes! I get a stupid book, and a stupid smile from the man and he sends me off on my merry way back to you. So go on, ask me again why I'm so fucking moody!"

"Why are you so fucking moody?"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear your deep fucking voice say another stupid word!" Louis snapped, falling onto his bed dramatically.

"You think I have a deep voice?" Harry asked, a grin on his face.

"It is deep. So fucking deep that it's going to make me death!"

"That doesn't make sense"

"Shut up!" Louis cried. Rolling over and burying his face into the pillows.

It was silent. For about a minute.

"Dinners gonna be ready soon"

"Ugh" Louis groaned. Sitting up slightly and throwing a pillow in the direction of Harry's head, however the boy caught it just in time and threw it back- but he missed. And the pillow went flying, soaring into the air, landing on. Oh fuck. Louis glass vase.

The vase was sent toppling over with a smash, and Louis sat up to look at what damage had been caused in lightening speed.

He looked for a moment, then back at harry, then back at the vase, to harry once more, to the pillow, to the vase, to Harry.

"You. Fucking. IDIOT!" Louis screamed, got up from his bed, and lunged at the boy.

Harry let out a small scream as Louis body fell onto his, the boy on top of him whacking his face, his chest, his arms. Anything.

"Stop! Stop it was a fucking accident I swear! Louis!" He exclaimed between breaths of air, trying to hide his face behind his arms.

"I" slap. "Can't" slap. "Fucking" slap. "Stand" slap. "You!" Harry caught his wrist and pushed him off the bed. Louis fell with a large thump and groaned in pain on the floor.

"The feelings, mutual" harry said as he tried to catch his breath, looking at Louis who was now rubbing his shoulder.

"You pushed me off the bed!"

"You slapped me! Multiple times!"

"Because you deserved it!"

"What the hell is going on?" A voice came from the door, which was now wide open and Professor Corden, a long with a few other students, were stood watching the two.

"Nothing sir. Just a bit of play fighting" Harry lied, giving Louis a look. "Right Louis?"

"Yeah. Sure" He replied, standing up swiftly and sorting out his tie.

"Okay. Well, sort yourselves out. We don't want anyone getting hurt on the first day so please keep the fighting to a minimum. Dinner is in half an hour" James said, looking between the two with suspicious eyes. "Everyone out, go back to your rooms!" He called to the other students, who walked away immediately. They closed the door once again.

"Play fight? That's the best you could come up with?" Louis scoffed, getting up off the floor and trudging his way to his bed.

"Like you could think of anything better" Harry mumbled, walking over to the mirror to see his face was red, he had slap marks all over his neck and arms, and a large scratch on his collar bone.

"I could have, actually" Louis retorted, watching the boys reflection.

"Go on then. Give it your best shot" Harry challenged, turning around to look at Louis.

"How about. Harry styles has a shit aim and destroyed my £4000 vase" Louis said with a smirk.

"£4000 for a bloody vase! I can get one that looks just like that in a fucking charity shop" Harry exclaimed, his eyes wide as he looked at the broken vase on the floor.

"No, you can't. My father had it imported from Bulgaria. It's rare-"

"Louis. I honestly couldn't give two shits about what your father does. Or what kind of rare glass it's made out of. It's a fucking vase. What does a sixteen year old need a fancy vase for anyway" Harry interrupted.

"It's decoration. I've got taste unlike you" Louis spat. "God my fathers gonna kill me for that" he said, looking sadly at the vase.

Harry felt a sudden wave of regret wash over him. Louis may be a complete prick with his head way too far up his own arse, but everyone knows his father is extremely strict and harsh. Louis shouldn't have to take the fall for his mistake.

"I'll clean it up and get you the one from the charity shop. He'll never notice" Harry said, walking over to the broken glass and reaching to pick up the pieces.

"I don't want your cheap, shitty, charity shop vase. And don't be a fucking idiot, you'll cut yourself" Louis replied.

"I'm just trying to fucking help" Harry said, looking at Louis with a look of disgust.

"I don't need your help! You'll only make more of a mess with the blood that will inevitably spill from your hands"

"Fine! You fucking clean it. I don't care" Harry sighed, standing up. "I'm going to dinner" he said, walking to the door.

"Good riddance" Louis called, and harry gave him one last look, a shake of his head, and he left without another word.

"Damn it" Louis muttered to himself, looking at the mess the room has already become.

Stupid fucking school. Stupid fucking people. Stupid fucking teachers. Stupid fucking room. Stupid fucking vase. Stupid fucking Harry.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Oh fuck of Styles!" Louis shouted, putting his face in his hands.

"Not a play fight then?" Liam said, opening the door to see the mess, to see Louis looking a mess.

"No. Not a play fight" Louis said, looking up at Liam. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be at dinner?"

"Was waiting for you. I know, um, we don't really know each other that well. But you're the only person I do know other than Zayn, and, well. He's not in this section is he. So I was thinking we could go down to the hall together" Liam explained nervously, fiddling with his fingers.

"Sure, whatever" Louis agreed. "But I need to find a maid to clean this shit up before we go"

"You really think there are going to be maids here? And if there are, that they're just going to do everything you ask of them? I'm sorry mate, but you really aren't at home anymore" Liam said quietly, afraid of angering the boy more.

"Don't you think I know that! I know I'm not at home, I'm in this fucking god awful school with even worse people. This was supposed to be good. It was supposed to be easy" Louis said, getting quieter the more he spoke.

Liam looked at him sadly. He knew this must be hard for him, going from absolute luxury to a school with hundreds of people he had never met before. He didn't expect the boy to be taking this well, hell, he expected him to have a breakdown. And it looked like he would.

Louis calm down. Don't show your feelings.

"I'm sorry mate. I know this must be a lot for you, the whole school experience. But I promise you it will get better, you've just had a rough day that's all. You're probably just cranky from the long journey. Perhaps you'll feel better once you've gotten some proper food in you and a good nights sleep" Liam explained in a soft voice, sitting on the bed next to louis.

"Hm, maybe. Sorry if I'm a lot to deal with. You're right, this is all just very new to me" Louis replied, thankful that his 'friend' was so understanding.

"It's all good. Come on then, let's go see if we can find anyone to clean this up, if not I'll help you after dinner" Liam offered, standing up and gesturing for Louis to follow him.

They didn't find anyone. The bloody maids only listen to staff members, any mess the students creat themselves they have to clean up.

Stupid maids. Stupid school.

Louis and Liam finally found their way to the main hall once again, the doors were shut but the sounds of hundreds of students chatting and eating could be heard from a mile away.

It took great effort, but they managed to push the heavy doors open, stumbling their way through them once they did, only to stop when every staff member and every student turned to look at them.

"Finally decided to join us boys?" Professor Filch announced from the front of the hall. "Louis, Liam, please take a seat, I'm sure there's plenty of food left" He said, gesturing around the room.

Not only were first years eating, but all the older ones above were too. The years above only just realising Louis Tomlinson had joined them for dinner.

Whispers once again filled the room, and although Louis enjoyed the attention, it was getting a little boring now. He rolled his eyes and made his way over to Zayn once spotting him, Liam taking a seat next to him.

"Why are you two late?" Zayn asked, munching away on some chicken.

"Had an incident in the dorm room, we had to go looking for a maid only to find out they wouldn't help us" Louis said, a grim look on his face as he filled his plate with chicken and vegetables.

"Oh. Well, you're here now. Foods great by the way, I can't stop going in for seconds, thirds and fourths" Zayn said with a smile.

"I'm sure I'll be doing the same. M' fucking starving" Liam said, Louis agreeing with him.

Louis began eating, not at all interested in whatever the fuck Liam and Zayn were talking about. All he could think about was the mess in his room, the boy in his room, and how he wanted to fucking kill him.

Surely his father could sort this mess out. He decided he would ring him later.

He looked up after finishing his first plate of food only to find Styles staring at him from the next table along. Louis sent him a glare at which the boy rolled his eyes and began talking to his blonde friend again.

"Louis!" Liam called, snapping Louis out of his daydream.

"What?" He asked.

"I've been calling your name for the past two minutes. What is it with you and that styles kid?" He asked, looking between the two who were sending some quite ugly faces to each other just a second before.

"He's a prat that's what. A complete dickhead who doesn't know any form of respect. He's the one who knocked over my vase" Louis explained, stabbing at another piece of chicken.

"What vase?" Zayn asked, confused.

"We got into another argument. He was mocking me, so I threw a pillow at him. He tried to throw it back but apparently he's got a shitty aim"

"I don't get it. Why do you hate him so much, you've barely known him a day" Liam said, furrowing his brows.

"He irritates me. First he acts like a complete brat on the train when i simply asked him to get out of my compartment, next thing I know he's my room mate and has been touching all my stuff!"

"How do you know he had touched your stuff?"

"My marble dresser was all marked up"

"But couldn't the movers have just done that when putting everything in your room?" Zayn pointed out, causing Louis to go quiet.

They gave him a look.

"Oh come on, it was probably him! He looks like the type to go snooping"

But was it him? It could have been the movers.

"I don't know Louis. Either way, it's not exactly hard to clean a marble dresser is it?" Liam pointed out.

"He should clean it! He's the one who put his grubby fingers all over it"

"You don't know that"

"Fuck sake. Whatever, he's still a prick" Louis dropped it, going back to his food with rage filling his entire body.

"I can't believe you had a fight with him on the first bloody day. How bad exactly is this going to get?" Liam asked, shaking his head.

"I don't know. Shit happens I guess. As long as he doesn't piss me off then it's fine. I'll just have to wait until I can kick him out once there's a room available" He replied, looking up slightly at the boy with curly hair who was laughing at his friend.

"Don't count on that happening" Zayn said, looking around the room at all the seemingly perfect pupils.

"I'll have to hope it does, because otherwise This is gonna end very badly. I can already see it"