loucifer ✔

one.

Louis Tomlinson;

The one boy who can turn a straight guy gay if you put them in a room with him for ten minutes.

The one boy who can make a grown man cry.

He looks so innocent right?

So wrong.

See, the thing about Louis is that he doesn't care..he never cares, he doesn't care about your hurt. He feeds off the pain of others,it feels so good to see what he's started and know how he's going to end it.

He always gets them at their weakest point.

Seeing them beg on their knees for him to stay, it just felt so good.

Yeah, Louis' a twink, but Louis has a sadomasochism kink.

He likes the hurt to a minimum extent

and likes causing the hurt.

He would never kill anyone though.

Louis has had so many "victims." ever since he hit 15 years old, too many to count.

Louis always told his victims three rules they must follow.

yes, they must.

1. never trust a slut.

2. don't fall in love with a slut

3. get him whatever he wants, when he wants.

Nobody has ever disobeyed these rules, for a twink Louis was sure one of the feistiest and had so many standards.

He said he would never change for anyone..and he meant that. Nobody can change a slut who's that deep in their game.

Well..that's what he hopes..

🌸.

"Louis!" Louis' mother, Johanna called out. Johannah has been standing outside for the last ten minutes. The movers have been waiting outside along with Johannah and she was worried that if Louis doesn't come out in the next few minutes they would have to spend another year in Doncaster yet again, "Louis William Tomlinson."

"Jesus fuck, I'm coming mum!" Louis' muffled voice shouted from inside the house, not too long afterwards, Louis emerges from the house wiping his wet mouth with a smug look on his face, his cheeks were flushed and one of the movers walked behind him with his zipper down and wide eyes.

The man stopped Louis to whisper in his ear and the small boy giggled, covering his mouth and looking back at him with a wink. He walked over to his mother that leaned on the car door with an annoyed look on her face.

"Louis, hurry up we're going to get caught in traffic!" Johannah rushed, Louis just bent over to the mirror to apply his lipstick, revealing the god forsaken red laced thong he was wearing.

"It's only an hour from here..we're fine mum.." Louis whispered. Once he successfully applied the lipstick he stood up and looked next door, only to see nothing was there, it used to be so loud and lively next door and so did the brunette that lived there

Niall

His first

and it's so funny how they managed to get their same house back after about four years.

Louis finally got it the car with his mother and sighed with an eye roll.

They left him

Niall left him. So fuck them.

After a few minutes they were on a highway and Louis coudn't help, but to bother his mother.

"Why do we even have to move to Redditch? I heard they're so lame..What type of name is Worcestershire anyways? It's so fucking stupid."

"Louis." His mother sighed.

"They're all snooty anyways..the name is like a ripped off fancy Cheshire, I mean like, come on.." Louis continued rolling his eyes and waving his fingers around over dramatically.

"You need sleep, go to sleep Louis." Johanna mumbled, staring at the road.

"M'not tired.." Louis mumbled.

"You're very tired."

"Mum."

"Louis."

🌸.

"Oh, thank you!" His mother chuckled to the tall stranger. She turned her head towards the car and her face dropped, but before the brown haired stranger could read it she replaced it with a welcoming smile once again. Louis slowly sat up with a small yawn and stepped out of the car as he took off his pink flower crown.

He walked up tin front of the car where his mother was and looked at the possibly older man and he shivered with excitement.

"Who's this?" The two boys ask at the same time.

"I'm Harry," he chuckled reaching his hand out to the smaller boy's. Harry was handsome, he looked like he was in his early twenties and by the looks of it he was pretty wealthy, his house which was next to there's looked much bigger than there's and the fucking car..a Lincoln MKZ Hybrid and that's about 45,190 pounds in Doncaster. He's fucking rich. His hair reached to the tip of his slightly road shoulders and his eyes sparkled the color of a deep forest green, reminding Louis of fresh cut green grass in the spring, with pretty light specs of an electric pale blue. Alright, he's beautiful and Louis wants him..like..now.

"Louis.." Louis responded flirtatiously with his thin pink lips curved into a small smirk. He grabbed Harry's hand and shook it slowly while nibbling on his bottom lip. His eyes traveled down to the man's jeans and his eyes widened quickly before going back to normal.

Yup, most definitely he will enjoy this.

"Nice to meet you, Louis." Harry replied with a polite smile, Louis smiled back and and looked down to his feet.

"Are you seeing someone?" Louis asked, looking back up at Harry and scooting closer.

"Okay!" His mother said over enthusiastically while grabbing her son's wrist yanking it away from Harry's hand. "You just met the man, no need to be in his business." She scolded with a smile on her face, obviously fake. Louis pouted and crossed his arms, she's such a party pooper.

"Oh no it's fine, he can ask me anything." He said, heading his own way into the conversation.

"Anything?" Louis said with a devious smirk plastered on his tan face.

"No. Not anything." His mother snapped quietly.

Harry just chuckled at the mother-son pair, "actually I am single at this moment." He nodded at the boy who's arms were still crossed. Louis responded with a satisfied hum and nodded.

"Are you rich?" Louis asked again with raised eyebrows.

"Uh..I guess I got a lot of expensive things on me..a couple of good pounds..so I guess you can say I am, but i'm pretty humble about it."

"Thank you for answering my questions." Louis said, snapping his head towards his mother who had a scowl on her face and her arms crossed, darting her eyes to her only child. Louis turned back around to Harry and nodded at the older man with a wide shit eating grin on his face, he turned around and walked into his new home already coming up with his plan to get in the man from next door's pants.

And it was going to be oh-so-easy.

Louicifer's plans never go downhill..