Hatred + Sex = Love (AU/Larry Stylinson)

Niall Likes Harry

.A/N: I apologize in advance for the hurtful language used during this fanfiction. By no means do I mean to offend anyone by the words said. Neither do I mean to offend any of the boys of One Direction. This is purely for the sake of writing. I apologize in advance again.

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Chapter 3- Niall Likes Harry 



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"Hey Harry!" Niall Horan yelled out brightly when he saw the familiar curly-haired boy making his way to the main building on campus. 

Louis jerked his head up from where he was sitting on the ledge. He saw as his best friends' blond hair moved up and down as he ran to caught up with...fucking Harry. Louis glared at the two people that now stopped right in front of the doors. Niall was smiling widely and Harry was entertaining him, smiling along with him. Louis clenched his pen angrily as he stared daggers at them. He was pissed, what the fuck was Styles playing at? Louis wasn't going to let a bastard like him mess with his friend. Louis slammed shut his Drama binder and got up from the brick ledge he was sitting on and practically sprinted over to them.

"Hey Ni. Styles." Louis put as much venom as possible into his voice when he mentioned Harry.

Harry nodded at him, his expression blank. It was like a spoken agreement between the two boys, they were going to act like that they never knew each other, because that is how they both feel, they wished that the other would just disappear from their lives. 

"Ni, I think Jeneen said she was going to wait for you at Starbucks, she needs to ask you something about the guitar lessons you offered her." Louis said as he looked only at Niall avoiding Harry's gaze entirely.

"Oh, damn, I better go then before she chews my head off!" Niall waves brightly again at Harry and runs into the building turning left to go to Starbucks.

Louis whipped his head around until he was staring at Harry, this time not hiding the hatred and venom in his eyes. "Fuck off Harold, just leave." Louis threatened.

"What did I do Tomlinson? Are you crushing on Blondie?" Harry smirked putting his hands into his front pockets and meeting Louis' glare without flinching.

"Like hell I am! Just fuck off, I don't want you around him Styles, you and your curls aren't going to fuck with him." Louis was getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"Who said I was fucking with him? And it's nice that you seem to still like my curls." Harry chuckled humorlessly as he shook his head, causing the curls to go in random directions.

"I can't fucking stand your curls Styles, and I know you are fucking with him, cause that is what Harry Styles does." Louis stepped closer to Harry and jabbed him in the chest with his pointer after every word he growled next. "He. Fucks. With. People. Until. He. Can. Break. Them."

This was showing too much emotion. Louis Tomlinson wasn't going to show Harry that he still remembered, at least 

he never meant to show him. He stepped back quickly letting his hand fall to his sides limply. However, he continued to glare menacingly at Harry, daring him to make a move. 

"Louis, Louis, Louis, you still remember don't you? That is so precious." 

Harry was clawing himself from inside of his pockets as he said this. He dug his nails into his thighs, barely causing himself pain, but it was enough to distract him from the stutter of his heart when he noticed that Louis still remembered, he remembered what happened three years ago. He looked away from Louis casually, not wanting the older boy to see the emotions that flooded his eyes. He wasn't going to break, he was working three years to hide these feelings, he wasn't going to break right now. 

"Niall is my best mate Harold, I swear to God, if you get close to him again..." Louis stepped closer yet again, he stepped so close that if he took another step he would be pushed flush against Harry. "If you get close to him again...I will end you." He snarled into Harry's ear. 

Louis Tomlinson left the curly-haired boy in front of the main building, he left him to contemplate his threat. Louis wasn't necessarily planning on really "ending him" but he was going to get pretty darn close to that if Harry decided to get close to Niall. Louis wasn't going to let the poor Irish boy go through that, he wasn't going to let him be ripped apart by the curly-haired douche bag.


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"I like him." Niall repeated the same sentence again. 

"No Niall, you DON'T like him. I thought you were straight." Louis groaned getting annoyed that Harry was the only thing that Niall would talk about every time he opened his mouth, which was quite a lot.