The loud music blasts through the speakers. Several girls latch onto Louis Tomlinson, shaking their either bony or fake ass, trying to get him to go onto the dance floor with them.
But Louis isn't listening.
He has his teal eyes set on a different person, one much different than these girls.
The boy across the room, standing awkwardly in the corner. His dark brown hair is half in his face and half pulled back by god knows what. From the distance, Louis can't tell what colour his eyes are but he doesn't care, the boy is beautiful.
Louis slowly drinks his beer, his mind spinning slightly as he stands up.
The girls gasp, thinking they've got Louis now and they start pulling on him.
He finally notices and tears his eyes from the angel of a man to the slutty girls, "sorry ladies, i've got my catch for tonight. Call me though," he winks and walks off, moving to the man.
The brown haired stranger's eyes stay down, not noticing Louis' gaze on him or the fact Louis is walking over to him.
Once Louis reaches him he clears his throat, "You don't look like the kind of person to be out at this kind of place."
The man jumps a little and looks down at Louis, being a few inches taller than him, "Was it that obvious?" He laughs, and Louis bites his lip.
The man's voice is so deep and smooth, and his laugh nearly has Louis rock hard in his pants.
Nearly.
Louis smiles, laughing along with him, "i'm Louis," He holds out a hand.
"Harry," The man, Harry, responds, shaking Louis hand. His hand is rough, yet gentle and kind, as well as his smile.
Harry.
Louis pulls his hand back, grinning at Harry, "Wanna go talk in the back? It'd probably be a lot quieter back there."
Harry nods, "Yeah, sounds good. I don't want to be here anyway."
Louis leads Harry to the back, waving to the girls that were hanging onto him only moments ago.
Louis opens a door in the back, stepping inside with Harry following. He sighs as he sits on the table, his feets not touching the ground so he swings them, "So Harry, tell me about yourself."
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A/N: HELLO!! So, this is a new Larry fanfic imma start. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep constant updates with these two books but I have some on my other account I need to update too. Also, I have state tests for the next three weeks so hopefully I won't have homework which means UPDATESSSSSSS
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Obsessive Love |l.s.|
Fanficob·ses·sive əbˈsesiv/ adjective 1. of the nature of an obsession. He couldn't help it. As soon as those damned green eyes locked with his, he knew he was gone. He knew he was obsessed.
