To Think, Lust Isn't Enough (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

"He's staring at you again." Niall mock whispered over a mouth full of food. Louis rolled his eyes, not bothering to glance over his shoulder at the green eyes he could feel boring into his shoulder blade. "Just like yesterday and the day before that." Louis snapped at his friend, annoyance rolling off of him in waves, because honestly he was in a pissy mood. But who could blame him, really? His little sister was up all night with the flu, and he had offered to watch her while his Mum slept. Louis didn't get to shut his eyes until four am, and had to get up at six to wake up the older girls to get ready for school, and try and convince Phoebe that she should go to school. The girl had refused, clinging to her twin yelling at how she just couldn't leave her, which Louis understood because the two were inseparable. Then he had to wake his mum so she could watch the young girls while he, Lottie, and Fizzy went to school. He had to lie to his mum and say he had gotten at least five hours of sleep, because he couldn't stand the guilty face she had on for making him watch the girls.

So , yeah, he was tired. Exhausted and completely pissed off at Harry Fucking Styles who couldn't seem to get the hint through his brain. "I'm tired of his shit." Louis growled out, a sudden anger piercing through him at the thought of the stupid smirk Harry always has plastered on his face. He glanced back at the boy who was examining Louis' body like it was something he would ravage, and with his reputation he definitely would. And that pissed Louis off. He wasn't a piece of meat. That smirk, those piercing green eyes, that muscular body, his handsome face pissed Louis the fuck off. Harry smirked more at Louis' eyes on him, unashamedly staring at Louis like that was fucking okay. He didn't even have the decency to look away. And he WINKED at Louis, winked. And that set Louis off.

His whole body clenched in anger, his jaw locked, and pushed from the table. He ignored Nialls protests as he approached the large table on the other side of the cafeteria. Harry's smirk deepened smugly, as his eyes trailed the expanse of Louis' thin but fit body, and damnit. It didn't turn Louis on. It didnt. Louis definitely wasn't a sight to see when angry, especially not today with his hair everywhere, his skin pale, and bags under his eyes.

Louis slammed his small hands down on the table in front of the lanky boy in the leather jacket, making everyone at the table jump and all eyes turn on him. Harry's eyes we're dark with lust as if Louis being angry was satisfying. Louis gritted his teeth, "What the fuck are you playing at Styles?!" He growled, anger rippling through his veins. Harry smirked, grabbing at Louis' thin hip and massaging it with his thumb. Louis' head clouded for a moment, damn he needs to get laid, but not by this prick. Louis gripped Harry's wrist, squeezing at his pressure point and throwing Harry's hand off of him in disgust. "Don't fucking touch me." Harry's eyes narrowed as he brought both of his large hands out to grip both of Louis hips almost painfully, "I touch what I want, and I get what I want." He hissed.

Louis struggled, trying to get away from the hands that he knew we're going to leave bruises on his small body. A hand smacked Harry's hands away from Louis roughly, and Harry looked up in shock ready to fight whoever had hit him, but he saw one of his close friends Liam. Liam was on the footie team with Louis, but decided to sit with Harry and Zayn, his childhood friends. Harry and Zayn were tough and wore leather jackets and smoked, but Zayn was still a like able person just like everyone else that sat at the table with Harry, with an exception of Nick and a few others, including Harry. The cheerleading team sat at Harry's table because Perrie (a sweet girl who would do anything for anyone) was the cheerleading captain who was dating Zayn (who was absolutely smitten with the girl). The cheerleaders included Perrie, Jade, Leigh Anne, Jesy , Eleanor, and Taylor. Eleanor and Taylor were bitches but other than that the other four were darlings. Also sat at the table was Luke , Nick (asshole), Josh, Ben, Sandy, Michael, Calum, and Harry (biggest asshole.) Liam was glaring at Harry, his jaw locked and ready to fight if he had to for his team captain, and Zayn's handsome face was in a scowl at Harry's actions. Zayn and Liam loved Harry endlessly, really they did, but they would be the first to admit their friend was a jerk a lot if the time. Louis felt Niall's hand on his shoulder as he slightly pulled Louis away from the table edging him closer to where he came from. Harry's eyes followed his every movement, anger and want drowning out the green with black pupils. Louis could hear Liam's and Zayns lecture from all the way across the cafeteria.