Stole My Heart {Larry Stylinson AU}

Chapter 1- No Control

"I hate you Louis, you took everything from me.."

"Everything? That's a big accomplishment. You're so rich, it's impossible to take everything."

"Not like that, you idiot!"

"Oh? Then what did I take from you?"

"First you took my silence, my privacy. Then you took my parents attention with your reckless decisions!"

"Awe, is Harry jealous?"

"No, it's not fair! You keep taking everything from me!"

"Well, I'm just taking from you, in return from you taking from me."

Harry scoffed. "What did I possibly take from you?"

Louis leaned down to look the younger in the eyes. "You, Harry Styles, took from me what is most impossible to get back.." he told with a smirk playing on his lips, "..you stole my heart.."

Louis: the loud, reckless boy in high school. Everyone calls him a drinking slut, and hates him or kisses up to him. Except Harry.

Harry Styles: 18 years, rich boy, but has a huge fear of people. He won't go near them, especially those like Louis.

What happens when you put the two polar opposites into the same house together?What would happen if they were to fall into something that they couldn't get out of... something that wasn't exactly 'allowed'??

But maybe, just maybe.... it wasn't bad at all. Maybe, it's just what they needed....

Let's start this story from where it all started....

(btw I'm sorry if you like Eleanor, cuz you won't like how i make her :\ )

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Louis' POV

Here I was, another day of my usual routine, as I walked down the pavement of the busy town. Many girls swooned as I walked by, and many guys were jealous, but curious to how I seemed to gain all of the attention from their girlfriends. It's not like I made that choice, they laid their eyes on me instead of their boyfriend's, that was not my fault. Sadly, no one knew though.

Knew that while those girls swooned over me, I batted eyes at their boyfriend's.

It's not that I didn't like girls, I was bisexual. I may have been the perfect man that every mother wished to have, or every girl wished they had, but I wasn't perfect. I was bisexual, and laid with everyone. I didn't have anyone who I took interest in, so I took majority of them.

The girls didn't seem to mind, and the guys didn't seem to know who their girl's were with every other drunken night. And it never dared to bother me that the only reason behind the flirts, was to get in my pants, because their boyfriends apparently weren't enough, or I was better, or just to humiliate me in my drunken state. No matter the reason, I couldn't care less. It's not like we had a whole life to live, (note the sarcasm).

I was walking with Stan, watching as he whistled at every girl that walked by. Stan was a player too, but he only took interest in girls with pretty faces. We were on our way the club downtown for some drinks like we usually do in our spare time, (which seemed to be all the time), and we were meeting up with Zayn, Niall, and Krystal. We decided to have some fun this night, it's not like we all disagreed in that decision, knowing how drinking seemed so be a 'past-time' for us now, rather than occasional drinks.