Why Don't You Just Fuck Me? (Larry Stylinson One Shot AU)

Hey, my beautiful people. This wasn't supposed to be my 700 Follower Special, but I didn't finish the one that was supposed to be my Special, so I decided to write something that is shorter and quicker. I hope you'll like this one. Oh and the smut scene will be short!

Louis hated him so much, he hated him. But he didn't.

Harry Styles, playboy who had slept with more people that Louis could count. Harry was seventeen and Louis was nineteen. Louis had to take a rerun of his senior year because in his last school, his parents divorced and his mother took him on a journey around the world until they settled in Cheshire. Louis would have graduated if it weren't for that journey, but he had a lot of fun. He met a lot of people.

Harry was a year under Louis. Louis' best friends were Zayn, Perrie and Liam. Harry seemed to have many friends but he was always seen with this one blonde Irish kid.

Louis hated him. When Louis started off, most part of the school teased him for his glasses and his height, and that he had to rerun, but Harry had told them to leave Louis alone. Louis was thankful, but he hated how Harry always tried to make a move on him.

Harry had been irritated the first time Louis said no, not giving one little reaction to the younger boy's flirty, seductive manner. With everyone else Harry had an easy game. He would charm them in mere minutes, they would be putty in his hands and a few hours later he would have them in bed.

Harry never gave up, though. Today was a good example. Louis, Zayn, Perrie and Liam sat at their table at lunch, chatting when suddenly someone slipped into the always empty chair on Louis' left.

Louis knew instantly who it was. No-one just sat down next to him. No-one except Harry Styles and that bastard only did it to get into his pants.

"What do you want, Styles?" Louis sneered.

"Be a bit nicer, princess," Harry chuckled. "Just wanted to make sure you're coming to the party."

"Sorry, I have to watch my sisters," Louis said.

"Oh. Okay. See you."

Louis was surprised that Harry sounded genuinely disappointed. He watched the curly haired boy walk away and he felt a bit bad. He wanted to go to the party because he just needed to let go, but he couldn't. The curse of being the oldest.

"It's a pity that you can't come, Lou," Perrie said.

"I know, I wish I could."

~I adore my Time Skips~

Louis sat on the couch, sighing again and again. His mother came into the room, a bit surprised to find her son like that.

"Louis, why are you pouting?" she asked.

"Party today, can't go. This is the fifth time," Louis sighed.

"I can call Hannah to babysit the girls if you want. I don't think it's fair that you can't go to parties. Just stay away from the drugs and sluts, alright?"

Louis jumped up and hugged her fiercely, squealing out, "Thank you, mum!"

Louis jogged up the stairs to his room while his mother called Hannah and slammed the door shut, ripping the doors of his closet open and looking through his clothes.

He went through several jeans, but not one was tight enough for him. He wanted to show his ass off better, thank you very much. He had quickly decided on a top, but he still didn't find the perfect trousers.

That was until he took the boxes with CD's and pictures out from the bottom of the closet and found a pair of neatly folded black jeans. When the hell did they go there? Then he remembered how he had looked ages for one special pair of black jeans, thinking he lost it when they moved in.