Little beauty - l.s

Little beauty - l.s oneshot (maybe... haven't really come up with a plot yet...)

Okay hello again! So i have decided to just update and add to this part here every once in a while so that the story kind of develops and when it's finished i'll say so. If you are reading this and are like 'what the hell how will i know where i stopped?'

WELL

i'll put little symbols and the dates next to it if you are keeping up and then when the story is finished i'll delete all of them so that its continuous got it? get it? good.

OKAY

This story is UNFINISHED! So you can still read obviously but be patient with me.

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the bell for the start of the school day rings in his ears. his mind then blanks, not wanting to face the day ahead of him. not ready for the endless slurs and insults that will no doubt be thrown his way.

he walks hypnotized into the school building, his head down and ears trying to ignore everything that is said to him. the only thing is, there is nothing said to him.

silence.

his mind races through the possibilities that the students may have something utterly disastrous planned for his day. he decides to make a grueling move. looking up.

he does so.

all of the students are staring in awe. no. not at him. something behind him. something that would pause their nonsensical slurs towards him. even if just for a moment. he loves whatever they are staring at.

he turns slowly to catch a glimpse at this certain savior of his.

he is met with bright forest green eyes, sinful lips, sinful luscious dark chocolate curls, and an even more sinful body. the young man a head taller than himself, is covered in tattoos that look completely random, but he knows there is a story behind each and every one of them. he wears a white v-neck shirt that shows off even more tattoos that cover the expanse of his chest, jeans that are so tight they might as well have been painted on his legs, and scruffy brown boots that look like they're supposed to be worn by a eighteenth century madman, but weirdly match the young mans outfit.

"i love your flower crown." the young man smiles.

holy fucking shit he could melt in a puddle on the ground right then and there because the young mans voice is like liquid sex.

"t-thank you." he replies after he gathers himself from the melting sensation.

"what's your name love?" and if he didn't melt at the nickname he might has well have died and gone to heaven.

"l-louis." he stutters out and blushes.

"well louis, my name is harry and it is very nice to meet you. i must say you are very beautiful." harry says.

louis is taken aback by the straightforwardness of harry's reply, his eyes widen and his face immediately flushes a bright red. he cannot believe that someone would not only complement his flower crown, but his appearance as well. no one had ever told him that he was beautiful besides his mother, that doesn't really count though does it? he couldn't believe this adonis of a man would complement and tell him that he was beautiful. it made louis question if he had ever looked in a mirror.

harry chuckled and smiled widely at louis' shock, showing his perfect white teeth. he was aware of the stares of the fellow students that lingered in the hallway, but he could only focus on louis' striking beauty and petiteness. he had expected his first day at a new school to be boring and filled with the lustful stares of the female population. all what he was used to, but could care less about. what he wasn't expecting was to find the most beautiful backside he had ever laid eyes on. a bottom so round and wonderful, j-lo would be jealous.