Our Hands are Tied

Prologue Vol. 2

A/N:

This is more of an introduction than anything else. Kinda like a blurb to begin with tho.

If you wanna know when I update check my bio thingy. 

Ily

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Louis Tomlinson is like the school bad boy, but with ok grades and a more normal and less 'Leather Jacket essence, I literally wanna be Noah Flynn from the Kissing Booth'

Harry Styles is a nerd- with a fabulous Fashion sense but no confidence.

A/N: me forgetting these details led to quite a different story...

Louis Tomlinson is boisterous, Loud, rude, Loud, unreachable, Loud, unpredictable and Loud.

Harry Styles is quiet, shy, not one to pick a fight, reserved and shows all of his emotions. 

The two have mutual friends. 

Here's the catch- Louis hates Harry. Harry fights back because it's eat or be eaten. 

When the two are handcuffed together, no one expected the results that followed. They expected forced friendship- 

It went a bit farther than that though. 

The way the dynamic changed was so unexpected, people didn't quite believe it

Things happened- hearts get broken and quite possibly Liam's ribs.

And arm.

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To say Louis Tomlinson hated mornings was a bit of an understatement.

To say he hated Monday Mornings was the understatement of the year.

Which is why at 8:51am he just got up.

And he had to be at school- it was a 20 minute  walk as is parents had their car and his was in the shop. 

And he needed to shower.

He smelled disgusting.

Great way to start the day.

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It was 40 minutes later and he just arrived at school. The walk had taken longer because of road works- 10 minute diversion. Fucking great.

"Late are we?"

"No Niall- I'm on time as usual"

"You're obviously late"

"Fank you Niall"

"My pleasure!"

He fell into step beside Niall as they walked to their first period class. 

He walked into the room and waved at Zayn and Liam who were sitting in their usual seats. As always, he ignored Styles. 

Here's the thing- To say Louis Tomlinson hated Harry Styles is the understatement of the century.

"Out of my fooking way, Styles"

"I'm not in your fucking way am I?"

"Yea, you are- Scram!"

"No- I'm here and I'll stay here."

"You have 5 seconds"

"No"

"5... 4... 3..." He was practically growling at this point

"...2 ...1"

He grabbed Styles by the collar and bodily threw him from the seat. Before throwing the boy's bag at him and sitting down.