Poison ➸ Louis Centric

i.

It was the way he walked, straight into their hearts and stole them.

It was the way he talked, the way he would laugh and his beautiful, baby blues would crinkle by the sides. It was the way he smirked, the way he would bat his lashes up at them oh-so innocently, even though he was far from it. It was the way he would look at them when he was sucking them off, the way his high-pitched whimpers and moans would encase the room as he was being taken from behind by them. There were numerous actions and attributes of Louis that made Zayn, Harry, Liam and Niall fall for him.

But the flirtatious boy didn't mean it. He didn't mean to end up with four boyfriends. It just kinda happened. It's not his fault that four of the hottest guys in the whole damn universe attended his school.

Louis can be selfish, he'll admit it. He doesn't like when people touch his stuff without his permission or when they ask for a bite of his food. Those were his pet peeves. What's his, is his. Okay, maybe it's not right to be the same way with human beings, but Louis couldn't help it. He couldn't help that there was something about him that attracted each boy to him and vise versa.

So, let's talk about the first boy, Zayn. Zayn Javadd Malik, grade twelve, Senior. Louis met Zayn in art class. He sat in the back by himself, sketching away on his pad with his long, silky hair in front of his eyes. Sometimes he'd put it up in a ponytail and his thick eyelashes would flutter against his tan cheeks. He was gorgeous, Louis knew it. What really drew him in though was his mysteriousness. He never really spoke, but when he did his voice was like caramel and it sent shivers down Louis' spine.

He dressed mostly in blacks and grays, leather here and there. His ears and nose were pierced too, which Louis found incredibly hot. Whenever Zayn would get up and go to the sink to rinse off paintbrushes or something and he'd pass Louis, the boy's nose would get a whiff of smoke and a hint of mint gum. So Louis struck up a conversation with him by saying "you know, you really shouldn't smoke, it's bad for your health".

Zayn looked up saying "I know it is, but I can't help it. Just love the feeling of it between my lips and the feeling it gives me". Louis, being the cheeky person he was, smirked and replied with a "same, but not with cigarettes". Zayn smirked back and that's where it all began with them. Fun dates to art galleries and to free concerts, constant rough fucking, and smoking right after, nine times out of ten it was weed. Zayn loved weed, he was a dealer. He liked to say "if you love something make a career out of it" so that's what he did. Smoking weed always mellowed him out, but seemed to drive his creative juices too. After a long night of intense sex and him and Louis getting high, he would draw or paint and then show Louis his finished product. Louis would always run his hands through his black hair and say "a masterpiece created by a masterpiece".

Now onto boy number two, Harry. Harry Edward Styles, grade eleven, Junior. Louis met him at a football game. The curly-haired boy was on the team. Louis never went to the games, he thought they were dumb, but one night he got dragged to one by his friends and he thanks them so much for that. Because as his eyes drifted down the line of footballers and they caught sight of that red jersey with STYLES 45 posted on the back in bold, white letters, the material stretching from those mouth-watering protruding back and arm muscles, Louis couldn't swallow the moan in his throat.

His eyes were glued to him all night, and after the game he walked right up to Harry, looked up at him in his emerald eyes and in that tone said "good game, you really did good out there. You pretty much carried your team, I can see how, I mean you're so strong" and he ran his nimble fingers down the crevices of Harry's bulked arm slowly, goosebumps rising in its wake. After that, he simply winked and walked off with a sway in his hips. When Louis heard quick footsteps trying to catch up to him and a shout of "hey! What's your name?!", he knew he had him.