Twisted Perfection

Chapter 1

Author's Notes:

Heyy this is one of my first completed books and I'm so excited to share it with you!! Hope you like it and point out any errors if you see one :))

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Work Text:

I feel this gravitational pull towards you, like the universe and all the galaxies had a talk and said; "yeah, it's time."

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"You can go and fuck yourself, Tomlinson." Louis feels like he is actually seeing red, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched by his sides. Every molecule in his body is holding itself back from punching Harry dumbfuck Styles square in the face.

"Excuse me?" Louis raises his eyebrows, trying to keep his expression neutral but it's difficult when all you want to do is cut someone's balls off. His posture is rigid but he attempts to relax, not wanting to draw more attention to what their already pretty obvious argument is causing.

Harry scoffs, his warm breath contrasting with the crisp air outside and forming a translucent white puff of air that blows past his lips. Their teammates are purposely avoiding their area, already recognizing the signals of an argument. It's not like Louis and Harry fight often — well that's a lie, they fight all the time but Louis thinks of it as one of those normal things now that's officially part of his daily routine. Harry is everywhere and there's no escaping him.

"I said you can go fuck yourself," Harry states again bluntly, his arms crossed over his chest. His long brown curls are pulled back by a bandana and his emerald eyes are squinted from the bright sun. "I'm tired of you blaming every little thing that goes wrong on me."

Louis resists the urge to roll his eyes. Harry is such an idiot and sometimes it's difficult for Louis to not just scream in his face how fucking stupid he is. It's a hard task but somehow Louis manages.

"So, you're saying the ball that was kicked at my leg wasn't your fault?" Louis raises his eyebrows again pointedly. They both know damn well that Harry purposely hit his leg just because he was close to gaining possession of the ball. Stupid fucking twat. They were playing a scrimmage game, their football team split in half. Harry and Louis were on opposite teams which just caused even more rivalry than if they were simply on the same team. It's just impossible for them to work together smoothly.

"Can you two break it up already? There's still a game going on!" Coach yells from the sideline. Their heads turn towards the woman and nod curtly, proceeding to just walk away in opposite directions without a word. Louis lets out a frustrated sigh, getting into his spot on the field right before coach blows the whistle once again and everything moves into action.

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Louis winces as he runs a hand through his hair, it's damp under his fingertips even though he only walked in the rain from his car to the school's front entrance. Now his hair looks like it did in freshman year, flat and swooping on his forehead. Great.

"Are you coming to Hudson's party tonight?" Zayn asks, leaning against the locker next to Louis' as they approach them. Zayn doesn't have a locker considering the only thing he ever brings to school is a pencil, and he even forgets to sometimes. Somehow Zayn's hair isn't wet and Louis actually has to pause for several seconds questioning to himself how the hell that's even possible.

"No, sorry. I have football practice tonight for our next away game, apparently college scouts are going to be there and it's really important." Louis shrugs. He's pretty much flipping out about it on the inside but whenever Louis is stressed, somehow he transfers some of his stress over to Zayn and then they both have bad days. Maybe it's like a best friend thing. Probably not.