Sweets ➸ Zouis (Discontinued)

prologue - i want him so bad

"S W E E T S"

Written by Khristina

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(Above is what Louis and Zayn look like in the story, except Louis has no facial hair whatsoever).

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Louis Tomlinson sauntered through the halls of Hillyard High on a Monday morning, tiny hand reaching to his bum to pull the bit of short shorts that was caught in it. A huff escaped his red painted lips as he headed to his locker, boots clacking and scuffing against the dirty tiled-floor. He arrived at his locker and did his combination before pulling the lock off and opening the door.

"Hey, Lou!"

Louis looked up to see his best friend, Niall walking towards him.

"Hey, Irish. How was your weekend?"

"Oh boring like usual" Niall sighed, leaning against the lockers. "How was yours?"

"Awesome. I wen shopping and mom bought me these super cute heels that were to die for" Louis giggled.

Niall laughed. "I'm glad you had fun, Lou. You should invite me over so you can show me all the cool stuff you bought."

"Totally" Louis beamed, grabbing his math textbook.

"Oh shit" Niall cursed, looking behind Louis.

"What?"

"You know what, he's coming" Niall warned, shaking his head.

Louis groaned, blue eyes rimmed in mascara rolling from annoyance. "Ugh, he never gives up does he?"

"No he doesn't. You want me stay or can you handle it?"

"I can handle it" Louis waved him off. "Go to class, its okay."

Niall engulfed his small friend in a swift hug, whispering a 'good luck' to him before walking off to class.

Louis closed his locker, face scrunching up when hearing a wolf-whistle come from behind him. He turned around seeing the one and only, Zayn Malik standing there. The fuckboy was wearing a snapback, red plaid shirt with a black tank top underneath, ripped skinnies, and Doc Martens. Not to mention that stupid signature smirk.

"Well you are just lookin' fine today huh, sweets?" Zayn said, pink tongue coming out to swipe over his lips as his eyes raked over Louis hungrily.

"I told you to stop calling me that" Louis said through clenched teeth. He hated when Zayn called him sweets. Always has.

Zayn glanced at the ceiling, pretending to ponder in thought. "Hmm I don't think I will."

Louis rolled his eyes. "What do you want you prick?"

"You."

Louis snorted. "Well that's just something you won't be getting" he sassed before turning around again. Zayn grabbed his wrist and Louis was quick to turn around, stomping his boot on the fuckboy's foot.

Zayn howled in pain as he jumped up and down on one leg, grabbing at his injured foot. Students laughed, pointing fingers at the boy and Louis stood back, crossing his arms.

"That fucking hurt!"

"Really? I thought it felt good" Louis rolled his eyes then pointed a finger sternly at him. "For the thousandth time, Zayn leave me the hell alone. I don't like you, never have, never will. So why don't you do yourself a favor and save yourself the embarrassment because this fantastic ass will never be yours."