The Love We Share: L.S one-shots

Faced with a Dodo's Conundrum

By: ModestlyRogue

12,251 words

Warnings: smut!

Summary: 

It doesn't take him eight years to realize he's in love, he knew it from the first time he smiled at him.

He just couldn't say until then.

or a fic in which Harry and Louis both enjoy poetry.

Start:

"Good morning, Class." the math teacher spoke, Louis' gaze turning to face an unknown boy who stood next to the "not-so-hot" teacher and honestly, the tall lanky kid was fairly alike in appearance to Mr. Darwin. But of course, the curly haired boy had green eyes and not black ones that matched the color of Mr. Darwin's soul. He was attractive and was rocking out a jumper and skinnies. Louis heard a group of girls in the front row whisper and giggle. He knew they were laughing about the new boy, which made him question reality because really, how could they ever laugh at something, someone, so beautiful?

"This is your new classmate," Mr. Darwrin paused, "Please introduce yourself." He bluntly instructed the nervous being standing in the center of the room, his face possessing a very unsettled emotion.

"Hi, I'm Harry," he breathed, the class acting like if he wasn't speaking but he noticed that not everyone was being rude. His eyes landed on a blue-eyed beauty. He was angelic, and for Harry to think that so soon made him quiver. Harry smiled, his posture becoming more formal and confident. "Harry Styles." The blue-eyed beauty admired the sun-kissed boys smile, the way it shifted more to the left rather than being centered. The teacher hummed at him, his hand mimicking a wave-off for him to go sit down. So he proceeds. He came to a seat only about two spots from the back and one away from the trash bin, the kids next to the seat throwing footballs from one to another, minding their own business. Harry placed his stuff on the desk, his hands coming up to mess with his hair before he sat down, but as soon as he bends his knees to sit, he swears that the drop to the seat felt like decades had passed by until the realization hit him that he was now sitting on the floor.

"Might want to target your seat better next time." Liam laughed out. Liam. He is the life of the party. Well, he likes to think he is. Everyone praises him because he has money and his sister just so happens to be dating a rock star that happens to be the school's favorite singer somehow. Louis' never even heard of the guy, actually, 89% of the school hasn't heard of that fools name, yet they praise Liam to the fullest.

That's where his cockiness comes from.

There's that and the publicity he gets when seen out with his sister.

Harry got up and passed his hands over his black washed-out jeans, cleaning off any access dirt his butt may be a hold of. He was grabbing the chair back from where Liam had pulled it from when he heard a faint voice speak, "You can sit next to me if you want."

Harry turned to find the same boy— the one who apart from having amazing oceanic eyes, has great feathery hair— talking to him, concern being written over his forehead. His jawline was defined, exposing anger of some sort. He was brought back to reality when he saw the nameless art piece in front of him blink.

"Really?" Harry asked in shock, making sure he heard right or that this wasn't a joke. Louis nodded and smiled, moving his chair down to give space to the mesmerizing green-eyed boy.

Once seated, Louis turned to stare at him. He studied his profile, taking in the sunshine that he radiated. Harry soon turned his gaze towards Louis' direction and met his stare. Harry's first instinct was to say his age.