"FUCKING HARRY STYLES! And no, that is not a to-do list. It's an adequate description of the most annoyingly self-indulgent human being, Louis Tomlinson has ever met, and those were his first thoughts when he laid eyes on the guy." All in all, this makes for a pretty unbearable situation when an unlucky coincidence, a need for good publicity and a whole lot of rumors results in a pretend friendship - or whatever one would call the relationship between Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles.

Just scenarios of Larry and nice fluff moments

Harry almost always comes off as confident in himself, no matter what it concerns. Even when it comes to his stepbrother's best friend, Louis, who Harry is convinced has a crush on him as well. But no matter how blatantly obviously Harry flirts with Louis, the boy only seems to laugh at him or roll his eyes, returning the banter with sassy comments and snarky remarks. That is until they kiss one night at a party, and then the unlimited fun begins. Or at least that's what Harry confidently thought at the time.