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classic clown - Louis

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Title: classic clown
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The first day of your sophomore year at college was already off to a rough start. The line for coffee was absurdly long, your first class was an absolute snooze fest, and you were already behind on assignments. To top it all off, your study session in the library had gone from peaceful to borderline irritating in mere minutes.

You had found a nice quiet corner by the window, planning to focus on your readings. But, as usual, there was one person who couldn’t resist ruining your concentration.

Louis Tomlinson. You had heard the stories: the guy who was always the center of attention, the class clown, the one who was constantly cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and generally being the most annoying person in any room. And today, it seemed, you were his target.

You hadn’t even gotten comfortable before he plopped down on the chair across from you, his trademark grin plastered on his face.

“Hey, you know, I always thought this spot looked like the kind of place for serious, quiet studying... Guess I was wrong, huh?” Louis’ voice was loud enough for half the library to hear. You shot him a glare over the top of your book, already feeling the irritation bubbling up.

“Louis, please. Some of us are trying to get some work done,” you muttered, not looking up from your textbook.

He didn’t seem to take the hint. Instead, he leaned forward, elbows on the table, his eyes wide with exaggerated curiosity. “What’s that? Are you studying... or daydreaming about me?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not daydreaming about you, Louis. And if you don’t mind, I’d really appreciate it if you let me work.”

“Work? You don’t mean study, do you? You’re just sitting there, staring at a page like it’s the Mona Lisa or something,” he teased, nudging your book with his finger. “Honestly, you look like you're in a trance. Pretty sure you're not getting anything done.”

You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to keep your cool. But Louis wasn’t about to let up. In the next few minutes, he’d managed to shuffle your papers, make ridiculous faces at you, and even "accidentally" knock over your coffee cup (which, thankfully, was empty).

“Louis!” You hissed, trying to salvage the situation as your papers scattered across the floor.

“Oops!” he said, his eyes wide with mock innocence. “My bad. I was just trying to get your attention. You looked a bit too focused there. Thought I’d lighten the mood.”

You stood up, now officially annoyed. “Well, mission accomplished. You’ve definitely made me lose focus.”

Louis smirked, unbothered by your frustration. “I knew you’d like me deep down. I’m just too charming, aren’t I?”

Your eye twitched. You had enough of his antics, but you couldn’t deny that he was hard to ignore. “Yeah, I’m so charmed,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. “Now, if you could just let me get back to my work without turning into a circus act, that’d be great.”

He made a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like you had just broken his heart. “Ouch! That hurt, mate. I thought we were friends.” He placed his hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded.

You tried to suppress the laugh that bubbled up. Despite his attempts to get under your skin, there was something endearing about his complete inability to take anything seriously.

“Friends?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I haven’t completely lost my mind from your antics.”

Louis shrugged nonchalantly, his mischievous grin returning. “What can I say? I just make things more fun.”

Before you could respond, he stood up and moved closer to you, leaning against the table. “Okay, okay. I’ll leave you alone. But how about this: if you let me help you with whatever’s got you so stressed, I promise I won’t be a clown anymore.”

You eyed him suspiciously, unsure if you were ready to trust him, but the offer was tempting. “I’m not sure you’d be capable of taking anything seriously for more than five minutes.”

Louis chuckled. “Challenge accepted.”

And for the next few hours, something surprising happened. Louis did what he could to help with your studies, though his “help” came in the form of comedic jokes, bad puns, and occasional dance moves when he thought you were getting too tense. Still, in a bizarre way, his relentless teasing helped you relax, and before long, you found yourself laughing despite yourself.

When the sun began to set, you were halfway through your assignment, and you couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease. You shot Louis a sideways glance, half-exasperated and half-amused.

“Alright, Tomlinson,” you said, closing your book and stretching. “You’re actually not as terrible as I thought.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “I knew you’d come around. I’m like a breath of fresh air, aren’t I?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “You’re something, that’s for sure.”

“Hey,” he said, standing up, “I’m pretty sure we make a good team. How about we grab dinner and finish this later? I promise no more pranks. For now.”

You hesitated. “No more pranks, huh? That’s a bold promise.”

Louis held up his hands, as if swearing an oath. “Scouts honor. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

You sighed, but there was something undeniably fun about his presence. “Fine, fine. But if you mess with me one more time, I’m leaving you with the bill.”

Louis grinned and offered you his arm. “Deal. Now, let’s go eat, partner.”

As you walked with him across campus, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind the chaos he brought. It was annoying, but there was something about his energy that made everything feel a little less serious. And before you knew it, you were looking forward to whatever antics he’d get up to next.

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