Larry Stylinson One Shots

Beneath The Rivalry (P.1)

ℰveryone who went to Kingford Academy new about the Louis Tomlinson - Harry Styles rivalry. Louis was the typical high school football player, standard bad boy, and every one looked up to him-except for Harry Styles.

Harry was the opposite of Louis, soft, dainty and feminine. He liked to wear skirts and put flowers in his hair, and his favourite thing-Poetry.

Poetry was something Louis used against him to make fun of Harry, laughing at him as his friends backed him up, and Harry just watched as he wrote in his notebook, unbothered by Louis.

That was the thing that irked Louis about Harry, that he showed no reaction. Louis hated that no matter what he said or did, Harry seemed to not care. He didn't understand.

There was an underlying feeling of guilt for Louis anytime he teased Harry, which only happened when it came to Harry, which Louis chose to completely ignore.

"Hey Styles!" Louis called, watching as Harry walked by in a light pink skirt, clutching his notebook a little more when he heard Louis' voice.

Harry just kept walking, turning away to avoid Louis. "Hey! I called you!" Louis said. "And I don't give a fuck, Louis. Go find another hobby instead of rich bellend!" Harry yelled, finally turning to face Louis.

Louis was slightly taken aback, but he pushed on. "What's in that little book of yours? Huh? Some shit poetry about how hard your little life is?" Louis teased.

He sensed he'd struck a nerve as tears welled in Harry's eyes. "Is this what you wanted Louis? To get a reaction out of me?! Well you did it. Congrats! Go find another hobby instead of picking on someone you have no idea how their life is!" Harry yelled as he practically ran away.

Louis waited, but he didn't feel that satisfaction he thought he would when he finally got to Harry. No, instead he felt shameful and disgusted with himself.

When he went back home that night, he couldn't stop thinking about Harry and what he's done, when he's supposed to be getting ready for the dance that was happening that night.

He finally pulls himself together, and when he arrives, he just stands by the wall, not interested in dancing or whatever the fuck.

That's when he spots him; Harry. He's standing by the table, looking clueless.

Before he can stop himself, he's walking over to Harry, unable to resist. When he gets there, his brain stops functioning. "Hey- uh, how are you? I-" he starts.

"What are you going to say this time?" Harry asks as he rolls his eyes. "I- I guess I wanted to say... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being so cruel to you today Harry" he says.

Harry looks slightly taken aback before shrugging. "You guess? Huh? You guess you're sorry? How pathetic, Louis. Screw off" he says as he walks away, leaving a bewildered Louis in his wake.

Louis left immediately, brain spinning as he went to bed, confused and frustrated with his thoughts and, i guess feelings as well.

(づ￣3￣)づ

When Louis was leaving football practice the next day with his teammates behind him, he saw Harry under an oak tree writing in his notebook.

He walked over to him, his teammates 15ish feet away from him as he walked up. "Hey Harry, what new sob story poetry do you have in there now?"  Louis teased.

Harry looked up, immediately closing the book, which only intrigued Louis more as he grabbed it from Harry. "Louis! No-" Harry protested, but Louis pulled it back.

Louis opened it and read the typical shit he was expecting, poetry about whatever, until he got to a paragraph that made him gasp.

"Why does he do this to me? Why do I let his words get under my skin, when I know he doesn't care? He's the last person who would ever look at me like I'm worth anything."

Louis paused, unable to fathom that he'd made Harry write this. He continued to the next paragraph.

"Every time he teases me, I can feel something inside me shift. I can't explain it. I've spent years telling myself I don't want to be near him, that I don't need him. But the truth is, I can't stop thinking about him. His smile, the way his laugh fills the room. How could someone like him ever want someone like me?"

Louis' breath caught in his throat. He couldn't stop himself from turning the page to read more.

"Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if he touched me, if his hands were on my body instead of mocking me. I wonder what it would feel like if he kissed me, if I could just melt under him, feel him press against me. But that's a dream, isn't it? A fantasy I'll never have."

Louis froze. He felt the blood drain from his face, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe what he was reading—Harry, the kid he'd tormented for years, had been fantasizing about him? Had wanted him?

He turned the page, practically against his will.

"Louis is so fucking attractive. His jawline, his eyes, the way he carries himself like the world is his to conquer... I don't understand why someone like him would ever look at someone like me. But a part of me wants him to. I want him to notice me, want me the way I've wanted him all this time. But I don't think he ever will."

Louis's heart pounded in his chest. He barely knew how to react. His fingers closed around the notebook, and for a moment, he just stared at the page. Harry's words were echoing in his mind, louder than anything he'd ever heard.

Louis hadn't expected this. In fact, he hadn't even realized how much he had wanted to read something like this. Harry had feelings for him. Real, raw feelings. And, somehow, those feelings had been hidden for years under all the teasing and taunting Louis had thrown at him.

Louis handed the notebook back, looking at Harry. "Louis I-" Harry started, but Louis stopped him. "I didn't mean to Harry.. I'm sorry I should've givens you privacy I.." he didn't finish as he walked away, leaving his teammates confused as fuck.

When Louis got home that night he couldn't stop thinking about Harry and how he'd liked him for so long, and that honestly? Louis liked him too. Louis couldn't deal with it anymore as he checked the clock.

𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟖 it read. Louis decided that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight. He had something to do.

Louis drove to a local flower shop, picking up Red tulips and White tulips. The white tulips in particular, symbolise forgiveness, honour, consideration and respect, making them the perfect apology flower. Red tulips symbolise passionate love, so may be given in apology to a romantic partner.

He probably annoyed the shop owner considering it was 11:49 and they closed at midnight. He didn't care.

He drove to Harry's house, hesitant but finally knocking. Harry opened the door, looking disheveled, green eyes widening in shock as he saw Louis standing there with flowers.

"Harry, I—I owe you an apology," Louis began, his voice soft but earnest. "I've been a complete idiot. The way I treated you, the things I said... I can't believe I hurt you like that. But now I know the truth—I like you, too. And I'm so sorry for making you feel anything less than amazing." He paused, swallowing hard before continuing, "I know I don't deserve it, but I'd really like to make it up to you. If you're willing, would you go on a date with me tomorrow? Please?"

Louis gave the flowers to Harry. Harry took them, holding them near to his chest as he blushed and giggled slightly, nodding slowly.

Louis smiled widely, looking at him cheekily before practically skipping to his car. Harry laughed as he watched him, closing the door and smelling the roses as he smiled like a lovesick idiot, giggling softly.

Louis drove home, basically vibrating in his seat as he thought about taking Harry out. He couldn't wait.

He snuck back in his house, and once he was in bed, he couldn't stop grinning like a fool. He fell asleep dreaming of how this date would go.

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Wooo! part 1 done. This is going to be a three parter, and I've loved writing it so much.

All the love,

Lex, X 🎀