Where Harry and Louis were childhood best friends, up until Louis's mom died. Since then louis became destined from harry and his own family specially his father, who himself didn't take jay's lose very well. Now Louis hates Harry ( or he claims) but no matter how hard it is Harry still believes that no matter how harsh Louis' comments and actions were, the Louis he once loved was still there. And no matter how many times louis' said he hated Harry, he's always still unable to hold back form helping him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mean little hedgehog?" How the hell did he come up with this one ? "Yeah, that's you, 'cause you're mean, and you have messy, cute hair and you're so little." "I'm big." I murmur quietly. He opens the refrigerator and looks inside it for a little too long, looking so lost while moving his eyes form item to item. God, he's like a child when he's drunk. I sigh and gave in when he looked like he's on the verge of tears. "What do you need, styles?" "From you?" I raise an eyebrow. Where's he going with this? "Maybe... to stop acting like a homophobic dick ? Or to grow some balls and act civil with me ? Or maybe, just act like you used to? Or maybe not? Maybe, just don't treat me like trash just because you all of the sudden your thirteen years old ass decided to hate me for no fucking reason ? Or quit being a pussy and look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you ?" Woah. Where did all this come form ? I decided to go with the last part and actually look him in the eyes. Big mistake. Fuck those green orbs of his. Why do they have to look so fucking stupidly beautiful. No! Get a fucking hold, Louis ! So what if he has beautiful eyes? Beautiful eyes, perfect pink lips, flawless hair and a bright smile with little dimples ? You still hate his guts! I clear my throat. "I meant, what do you need form the fridge, idiot." He looks down at his feet and lets out a tiny 'oh' that I was still able to hear.

Eager to reach his families expectations, Louis lives a life of secrecy and denial. In one of the most respected households in Doncaster, there's no room for mistake. But when Louis meets Harry styles in his first year of boarding school, it seems all the more difficult to keep himself In check.

How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view. (I think everyone knows, I do not own this book. All credits to @isthatyoularry I'm just posting it on Wattpad cuz I can't for gods sake figure out how to use AO3)