Louis: "Oh fuck my life...." You say to yourself, as you check the time on your phone for the tenth time. Only five minutes have passed, and you know the day is going to be long, since the two hour class started twenty minutes ago. "Why the hell would I take a philosophy class right before lunch?" You ask yourself, shaking your head at the bad decision you made at the beginning of the semester. Your phone lights up, you look around. Seeing the professor get lost in his own world about philosophy, and all of the other students zoning out, you check your notification. After all this is 'college'. "Hey babe, how is philosophy?:)x" You just roll your eyes, and quickly respond. "It's a waste of time, and it's boring..." you put your phone down, and continue scribbling notes about Confucius, and his 'power to the people', getting off track multiple times. You quickly write about 'political philosophy' before your phone lights up again. You unlock your phone quickly, trying not to smile. "Well, that is a very philosophical thought. Are you having fun? ;)" You scoff, and then quickly realize that there are people around you, sending them apologetic smiles for disrupting their learning of philosophy, or the movie they're watching on their laptop. "It is absolute shit." you type, putting your phone down, scribbling the notes on the next slide, trying to focus on the foreign world your professor is insanely enthusiastic about. "So, you aren't having any philosophical or theological fun, whatsoever?" You just shake your head because you can hear his snicker behind the text, an invisible smirk taunting you. "I'm hungry, and my professor is boring as hell..." you text back quickly, trying to catch up on the lecture notes, as the processor pulls forward on his lecture, changing from "Power to the People" to the "Eightfold Path of Buddhism". You roll your eyes, as you turn the page in your notebook, starting a new column on more shit you can honestly say you won't use further on in your life, except if visiting other countries, or becoming a philosopher - all the things you can't or won't do- . "Did you eat breakfast this morning?" you raise your eyebrows at his strange tangents and thoughts. "No." you say back, knowing he will start yelling at you for not eating breakfast, and how it's the 'most important meal of the day'. "Babe... If you don't eat breakfast you'll get super hungry then die." You stifle your strange laughter, at the random and theoretically incorrect text message. "Louis Tomlinson. Why are you lecturing me during a lecture? If I wanted a lecture I could just FOCUS on my class." you quickly respond, smiling at your wittiness, knowing your boyfriend loves that side of you. "What do you want to eat, Babe? :)" you read, and you raise your eyebrows at the random subject change and the surprisingly sweet tone your boyfriend switched to. You think to yourself, as your stomach grumbles again. "I want Greek... :))" you respond quickly, a pita sounding absolutely enticing to you. You begin to 'emerge' yourself into the world of the 'Eightfold Path', trying to absorb the monotone information, when your phone lights up again. "Greek it shall be. :)" The text reads, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Babe, my lecture doesn't end in about an hour and a half..." you respond pitifully, the feeling of exhaustion and boredom rushing, slowly, through your veins. "Good thing you have a wonderful Uni-campus-knowing boyfriend..." you read, and before you can respond, the door to the lecture hall swings open. Your head snaps towards the door, the professor staring at him, when your eyes go big in terror and fear. He stands there momentarily, looking for someone, when his eyes brighten seeing you. You sit there paralyzed, as he skips up the stairs, running towards you, a gleam of 'get with the program', and 'just play along' hinting in his eyes. "(Y/N)! WE NEED TO GO! WE NEED TO GO!" he says, grabbing your arm, helping you stand up from your seat. "I-uh-Louis, what's going on-" "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN, WE NEED TO GO, NOW!" he practically yells, the whole entire lecture hall falling silent, as he stuffs your notebook, laptop and other stationary in your bag hastily. "Oh, ok-" he grabs your hand, as a serious wave of confusion washes over you, as you both run down the stairs, towards the entrance door of the classroom. "Young man!" the professor yells, stopping you both in your confusing and loud pursuit out of the class. Louis looks at you for a second, then at the professor, an innocent and somewhat scared appearance flashing in his eyes. "Yes sir?" he asks politely, almost mockingly, making you cringe at the fact that your boyfriend might get kicked out of campus, and you might get stuck in an awkward lecture hall for another hour or so. "Where do you think you are going, with my student?" he asks, raising his eyebrows, waiting for a response. You physically hear Louis gulp, and he squeezes your hand. "Well sir, you see, (Y/N) and I are dating..." he says, and the professor stares at you both, unamused, his arms crossed, his tight and bulky stature unmoved. "And that is important because..." the professor says, cueing Louis to get to the point. "Because her second Aunt... Gerald, from Finland is in the hospital, right now. She is quite ill, and the doctors cannot find out what is wrong with her. She has been throwing up, and looking pale, and losing hair, and she is a hot mess, Sir. Aunt Gerald was the only family member that ever believed in me and (Y/N). She is at the hospital, right now, possibly lying on her death bed, Sir. We have to catch the soonest flight there... She told me to always take care of (Y/N), and to make sure that she is always happy, and Sir, the only thing that really makes (Y/N) happy is her dear Aunt Gerald, and pitas, but her Aunt Gerald makes the best pitas. Sir, I cannot let my girlfriend of two and a half years lose someone so close to her, I cannot lose Aunt Gerald. She is like my second Mum. Aunt Gerald and (Y/N) are all I have. Please, sir. I'm begging: don't ruin a family that can be saved." You stare at Louis, confusion rushing through your mind as you realize you don't have an 'Aunt Gerald', or know a Gerald for the matter. The whole class is staring at Louis, and you un-comfortably shift, trying to avoid the awkward situation. The professor looks at you, then Louis, then back at you. "Is this true? You have an aunt named Gerald?" he asks, snapping you out of your furrowed thoughts, almost as if he's trying to see if you need relationship help. You nod, and blink a couple times, trying to fake the process of 'not' crying. You nod solemnly, and start to uneven your breathing. "Aunt Ger-Gerry is the only thing I have, sir. My family kicked me out, I am at Uni because of my writing intellect, I-I-" You begin to let your eyes glass over, as the panic in the professor's eyes becomes more predominant. "Go ahead, please do send my greatest wishes and condolences to your second Aunt, Gerald..." he says, quickly, nodding you both towards the door. "Thank you, sir." Louis says, slinging his arm over your shoulder, comfortingly. You walk out of the door, and stop in your tracks, as the door closes. "Aunt Gerald?" you ask, amused, as Louis gives your forehead a kiss. "Sorry babe, Gerald was the first name that came into my mind... I had to get you out of that boring ass class before you fell asleep, because that's what irresponsible students do..." he says, as you both make your way out to his car. "Louis, couldn't you call me to leave class, or text me and tell me to pretend there was a family emergency, so I could leave, instead of running in there and making a huge scene about my nonexistent second aunt, Gerald?" you ask, your fingers interlaced, the cold air hitting your face. "Babe, it was a last minute deal...But I do give you an award for acting. The tears at the end were on point." he says, giving your hand a squeeze, as the winter breeze nips your nose. You laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "Where did you get that story anyways?" you ask, confused, as you both get into his car. "Oh, my Aunt has a cat that's sick... I just used its symptoms on 'Aunt Gerald'" he says shrugging, as you pull out of the lot. You laugh, shaking your head as you realize you have a class act boyfriend. "You knew we've been dating for two and a half years?" you ask, smiling at your boyfriend as your hand rests in his on the middle console. He nods, and quickly looks at you, his eyes darting back at the road. "Of course. Why wouldn't I? You love me, I love you, it's not that hard to remember..." he says, giving your hand a quick and warm kiss, making you smile at the fact that your boyfriend still says he 'loves you'.
