Heartbreaker (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 2

Hello, M&M's

Sorry for the break. Wanted to end Falling for the Dark first.

Well, yeah ... hope you like it.

You know what I don't understand? In stories, Louis is always described with a little tummy, right? Question, where do they see that tummy? How thin do they want him to be? Soon he's nothing more than a stick man. He definitely doesn't have that 'tummy'. I've never seen it, so explain me. Where do you see this?

Enjoy

Louis landed in the back yard of the school between trees so he wouldn't be seen by the students. Like everytime he went on earth everything was prepared - and he would go to school as a student in his A-Levels.

Louis looked down on his clothes and nodded, being pleased with his looking: his brown, feathery hair was hid under a beanie, only his fringe was visible and swept to the side. He wore a ripped, faded blue t-shirt, that showed off his muscular arms and parts of his toned upper body quite nicely. He wore dark red, really tight jeans that looked perfect on his long, slender, toned legs, and that hung so low on his hips that you could see the top of his black Topman-boxers. He wore tattered, white converse with some stuff scribbled on.

His eyes shone in a glowing red, his teeth were long, sharp, pointy fangs and his wings were showing. He changed his appearance. His eyes were the old sapphire blue, his teeth were less canine-like and his wings disappeared.

He made his way over the school yard into the buildings. The first thing he did was scrunching his nose and looking around.

Everywhere there were people snogging the shit out of each other. It made Louis' blood boil. He was a Heartbreaker - he didn't feel love. But his father was the god of love, and Louis and his siblings learned early: love is breakable. If you have it, look after it and care for it. And kisses are not some useless lip-locking. Kissing is the showing of true love.

These children didn't know about it. They only kissed to hook up with another one the next day. And the few kids that knew that - like poor Ally - ended up being heartbroken.

Pathetic peasants, Louis thought angrily.

He walked along another couple and if he could he would've killed them by the moment.

Calm down. They are not your job. You have to find Harry.

Louis took a deep breath and walked by. A few girls threw themselves around Louis' neck but he pushed them away, just walking on. He didn't break hearts if he didn't have to. But this one girl was really stubborn.

Louis didn't like her from the start. She looked like a barbie doll - hair that had a fake blonde color, too much make up and a too thin body.

Whenever he pushed her away she would fling herself back on him. He growled deeply. He was close to the edge - the edge of his true appearance.

He could already feel his eyes turn from blue to a slight violet and he shoved her away harshly and pinched his eyes shut for a moment to turn them back to blue.

"Listen, you little pathetic bitch. If someone shoves you off it means that they aren't interested in you! So you better leave me alone before something happens!" he growled.

"Ouch, kitty got claws."

Louis turned his head to the deep, raspy voice. There stood a boy - tall, slender, muscular, dark curly hair and green eyes.

Harry Styles, he thought.

He truly was beautiful. He would be a good Heartbreaker if he wasn't the way he was.

"More claws than you'd ever expect," Louis replied coldly.

He knew exactly how to get someone. He did it a lot of times. Just play hard-to-get. Then they're gonna want you even more. It always worked and Louis again played this card. Is was some kind of risk, sometimes. And he liked paying on risk.

Harry raised his eyebrow and walked over to Louis. Louis eyed him from the feet to the head, pretty impressed. He was really -

Stop! You're not here to drool over him but break his heart, he reminded himself. Right. That's the only reason I'm here.

The boy next to Harry didn't seem to be happy with all the snogging teenies either. He was handsome with very long eyelashes - as long as Louis' - and an amazing jawline and high cheekbones, tan skin, black hair and golden-caramel-amber-brown eyes.

Well, he would definitely make a good Heartbreaker. I'll ask father, Louis thought.

"Cat got your tongue, Kitty?" Harry chuckled.

"No, I just don't wanna talk to you," Louis said sassily.

To be honest, he didn't want to be like that - all cool and sassy. He wanted to be warm and open with Harry and stuff.

Louis' gaze flickerred to Harry's slightly parted lips.

Oh my ...

Louis felt the urge to grab Harry's pretty face, tangle his fingers into Harry's curls and bruise these plump, fill, cherry red lips with his own, kissing the breath out of him. He could barely hold himself back.

Suddenly, Harry's smirk was back. "You really got sharp claws, Kitty."

"Always unsheated," Louis replied and leaned back against the locker, crossing his arms in front of his chest, biting his bottom lip.

Harry leaned against the locker next to him. He looked down on Louis with a new expression on his face, his green eyes sparkling. He leaned down so his lips were next to Louis' ear. Louis forced himself not to shutter.

"I see. Well, I like sassy kitties. Maybe we should go out."

Louis smirked. "Or maybe we shouldn't."

"C'mon. I know you want it," Harry whispered raspily and made sure to graze Louis' ear with his teeth afterwards, and this time Louis couldn't hold back the shudder.

He quickly recovered and began to walk away, swinging his hips. He turned around and caught Harry's gaze.

"Prove it," Louis demanded sexily before he continued his way down the hallway.

And he knew that he got Harry.

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Trying to make Three Times Styles soon. Don't know when I'll update that.

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Kisses, Vic :*