Hatred + Sex = Love (AU/Larry Stylinson)

Harry Styles Hates Harry Styles

Chapter 4- Harry Styles Hates Harry Styles

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They avoided each other for an entire week. Harry Styles made sure that he was no where near Louis and Louis Tomlinson did everything in his power to keep himself and Niall out of Harry's line of sight. 

Even after a week every night Harry Styles dreamt about that kiss. He hated himself every time he woke up and had a "problem". It wasn't because of the "problem" really, it was because of what caused the problem, it was because of Louis Tomlinson. Harry felt dirty and vile, even after three years of supposedly "curing" himself from the devil's disease he still had dreams about fucking Louis Tomlinson. And now after that kiss the dreams were back and they were even worse. Sometimes he woke himself up because he would be screaming Louis' name. Sometimes his "problem" solved itself and Harry would have to get up at two in the morning and clean himself up. 

He was disgusted with himself. Harry hated himself, not enough to harm himself physically but mentally Harry was broken. He made sure that he reminded himself how he was a disgusting human being who liked men. He never told his family, and he never planned to tell them. He made sure that everyone gay got hell from him. It hurt him so much to even think the word "faggot" so Harry made sure he yelled it and he drilled it into his brain. Because that's who Harry thought he was, he thought he was a faggot.

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"Why the fuck did I kiss him?!" Louis growled as he slammed his head against his headboard repeatedly for the 7th time that week.

Louis Tomlinson has done some dumb things in his life, but this, this was probably the dumbest most idiotic thing he has ever done with his life. He had to just fucking kiss him? He had to, just like the idiot that he is. But listening to Harry yell at him like that broke him, he wanted to ruin Harry Styles, because Harry was a hypocrite. Calling him a faggot when he was the one to kiss him first. 

"Fuck you Harry Styles. I hope you go to hell." Louis grumbled closing his eyes trying to find some peace in his fucked up life. 

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"We haven't seen Harry in a while. I wonder where he is. Have you seen him around Lou?" Niall asked as Louis walked in to the main hall squinting his eyes from lack of sleep. 

"Niall. Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I swear, talk about the fucker one more time and I will personally make sure that you become green on the outside too." Louis slammed his locker shut and stalked off away from the poor Irish boy.

Louis was too distracted that he didn't know where he was walking until he noticed that there was no sound. There was no one in these hallways. Louis looked around a little before he realized he had walked into the Engineering building. No one came here, at least not alone. All the fucked up shit that happened in the school happened in or around the tattered building. 

"Damn it." Louis swore under his breathe as he turned around and began taking the labyrinth of hallways towards the front doors of the building. 

"Harry Styles is the devil. Harry Styles doesn't deserve to breath. Harry Styles is a faggot who is going to rot in the deepest pit of hell. Harry Styles is the definition of scum." 

Louis jerked his head up from the ground and looked around for the source of the sound. Who the hell was saying that? Louis noticed the door to one of the classrooms slightly open, light flooded into the dark hallway through the small crack. 

Walking very slowly towards the door Louis sucked in his breathe and held it before he looked in. What Louis saw shocked him. It made him freeze and just watch as the boy in the room wrote angrily onto the chalk board as he mumbled to himself over and over again.