Whatever he thought or felt about life has completely changed in one day.
Everything is one big confusing mess.
Scrap anything you knew about him before.
You see- the reason for his mini- huge existential crisis was the fact that he had engaged in sexual activities- with the guy he hated. Or that he was willing to do it again. Or that he was currently cuddling said guy- who looked adorable.
The fact that it was another guy wasn't the issue- he wasn't against it. Never would he be against that. It was just the fact about who the guy was. If it happened to be a Harriet Styles or some shit, he'd still probably hate them, because it was the actual person- gender didn't matter.
If he was entirely honest, women kind of scared him. He had snogged a girl, sure, but he could never think himself in a relationship with one.
He was doubting. He had been saying he was straight, and now he was- well, being attracted to Harry Styles.
He still couldn't remember why he hated Harry, he just did.
He glanced down at the sleeping boy wrapped around him and he felt himself be pulled to the day they first met.
***~Three Years ago~***
Louis walked into the school building, marvelling at the sheer size of it. He was excited and extremely nervous. He wanted to make friends- more than he already had.
He wandered around, his eyes searching all of the unfamiliar faces, one or two were prominent, including a gangly green-eyed lad with glasses- until he found the one he was searching for, his best friend Liam.
Liam was talking to a small boy, who's blonde highlights shone in the artificial lights. Next to Liam was their friend Zayn, who was silently taking in everything around him.
He made his way over to them, shouting out to Liam and Zayn.
The blonde boy smiled in greeting, before Liam introduced him-
"Louis- this is Niall, Niall this is Louis"
"Nice to meet ye, Louis"
"Nice to meet you too, Niall"
They descended into easy conversation, Niall was in the middle of telling them story when a voice cut him off.
"Niall! Niall!"
Seemingly out of nowhere, a tall green-eyed boy with curly hair came over to them. He smiled in greeting at all of them before turning to speak to Niall. He remembered him as one of the faces he spottef earlier- one that stuck out more than the rest
"Niall- some teacher's been asking around for you, She knew I knew you so I was told to find you"
"Oh- right, thanks Harry, bye lads"
Oh- so curly had a name.
Harry turned to the rest of them, introducing himself as Harry Styles. Liam introduced all of them in turn, Louis being introduced last, Louis turned to talk to Zayn about a football match they saw together, leaving the Harry kid to talk to Liam. He didn't really like the kid, he seemed a bit stuck up- he could feel the boy's eyes upon him as he talked to Zayn.
"Y'know- I don't really like football."
Louis turned to Harry.
"Wot do you mean you don't like football?"
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Our Hands are Tied
Fanfic{completed} Read the prologue- Not technically my original idea *read the prologue to understand* Louis is loud and unpredictable, Harry is nerdy and like an open book- they hate each other. When the two are handcuffed- the expectation is alot more...
