Summary:
Louis is the captain of the footie team, and gay, but nobody knows that, well except maybe Harry. Harry is the new kid, that is Louis' new target. Harry gets tired of it and shows Louis just how tired of it he is.
Warnings: daddy kink, bottom! Louis I'm also from America so??????? Sorry????? Oh and maybe change of POV :-)
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Louis was walking through the halls when he caught sight of a new head of hair. A new head of long, curly and cute hair. The new kid was tall. Easily six feet tall if not more. He had the greenest eyes. They were breath taking.
Louis decided right then that, that would be his new target. Just because he was all the things Louis wasn't. Tall, skinny, beautiful. He was getting tired of picking on that loser Neil anyway.
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Harry was walking to his math class when he got "accidentally" bumped into. He knew exactly who it was. He didn't have to look down to know it was Louis Tomlinson. The biggest, yet smallest a.ss he's ever met.
"Oi watch what you're doin pal." Louis said as he raked his eyes up and down Harry's tall frame. Harry had a lot of tattoos, and god did Louis think they were hot.
"Oh sorry, must notta seen you, yanno considering how short you are and all." Harry smiled down at him. He's been here for three months, and he's getting tired of this s.hit. "Maybe you should watch where you're going princess."
Louis looked up at him with his mouth slightly open, "what did you just say to me?" Louis in a stern voice. "Call me that again and I'll bite your d.ick off."
Harry looked down at him and leaned into his ear, "And you're kinky? Oh I like it... princess." And with that Harry winked at him and walked off.
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Harry!
That little f.ucking prick. Walking around In his footie shorts. F.ucking tease. His a.ss looks so good. F.uck his a.ss. I could c.um by just looking at it.
I know the reason he's an a.ss to me. I see the way he looks at me. The same way I look at him. Like I just want to take him, shove him against a wall and f.uck him right there.
I will. I promise you that.
Louis Tomlinson will be mine. And only mine.
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3rd persons POV!
Louis could feel the eyes burning into the back of his head. He knew exactly who they belonged to, too. Harry.
Louis was sitting in his English class and he wasn't paying attention. Of course. So, Louis being the tease that he is dropped his pencil on the ground, and bent over to pick it up.
He turned around to see Harry biting his lip and smirked at him. Just because he wasn't openly gay, doesn't mean he can't have a little fun, right?
When the bell rang he and Harry were the last to be out of class. Even the teacher was gone. So before Louis could do anything Harry walked to the door and locked it.
"What are you doing styles?" Louis asked when he looked up, hearing the lock click. He began to get nervous because, come on. He locked in a room with Harry f.ucking Styles.
"What princess? Did you Think you can pull a stunt like that and get away with it?" Harry asked as he slowly walked towards Louis. Louis gulped and shook his head. "Didn't think so baby."
When Harry got to him he pushed him up against the wall and put his hand around his neck. Louis bit his lip to keep a moan in. He really liked to be manhandled. "W-what are you doing Harry?" He asked, voice wavering.
