Larry smut

Everything (pt.1 of "These violent delights)

⚠️by an orphan_account on ao3

⚠️summary:
"So what you're saying is, you've been... protecting me from bullies by... bullying me?" Louis asked slowly. Yeah, this kid was off his rocker.

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*Hellooooo. So there are gonna be multiple parts to this fic, no #analsex BUT JEALOUS HARRY AND EVERYTHING IS HOTTT SO ENJOY

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High School, Louis thought, was the worst torture chamber ever invented. And, it was legal.

Seventeen year old Louis Tomlinson was by all accounts, a nerd. He had the glasses, the weird clothes, the mousy hair (and face) the small, chubby body and, the bully. Not a day went by that he wasn't shoved, called some kind of name and spent at least five minutes crawling around the hall collecting his scattered books and homework.

The bully's name was Harry Styles, a tall, creepily calm, overly violent rich kid who never let a day pass without making Louis miserable. The worst part? Louis used to have a crush on him.

Louis had moved to Cheshire at fourteen with his mum and sisters after his the divorce. He had actually been excited for his first day at the new school, full of hope that it might be different from back home where he was invisible. He was wrong. It was worse. Much, much worse. At first, all went well, he went unnoticed, apart from the attention that came along with being the new kid. He had been walking to Maths the first time he had laid eyes on Harry Styles. The taller boy was dressed in a white t-shirt along with expensive skinny jeans and converse. He had been leaning against a locker, surrounded by his friends, his arm around the neck of a pretty blonde girl in a floral mini dress.

Louis had been taken with him at first glance.

He had only had one crush on another guy and that was Michael, a boy from his old school. Nothing had ever come of it, but it had been fun to look.

Unfortunately, Harry did not feel the same. He had looked up, probably sensing Louis' eyes on him and green had met blue. Louis had given him a small, shy smile that quickly faded when Harry's eyes narrowed into some kind of creepy death stare, reminding Louis of a murderous frog. He had quickly escaped into his class before anything could come of it.

At the end of that day Louis had been collecting his things from his locker when he found himself shoved hard against it. He had gasped when he was met with a pair of green eyes and a cruel smirk. He had looked for an escape, a teacher, anything, but all he saw were the tall boy's friends gathered behind him, obviously waiting for Harry to beat him up, and maybe hoping they'd get a turn as well.

"Well well," Harry had sneered, plucking Louis' glasses off of his face and tossing them onto the hard floor. "Louis Tomlinson, the new kid."

"No, please, I need them." Louis had begged, wincing when one of Harry's friends had stepped forward, crushing them beneath his heel. Louis had panicked then, his mum didn't have the money to get him a new pair and he was practically blind without them!

"Aw. Look at this boys, I think he's gonna cry." Harry had mocked in a baby voice. They laughed and Louis clammed up. Closing himself off, it wasn't something new for him, his step-father had slapped him around many times and he had taken it, hoping to spare his mother and sisters. After a while he had learned to retreat into his mind, numbing himself while it happened, though he always felt it after. The last time it had happened Louis had ended up in the hospital, and it had been the cause for the divorce.