They couldn't be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster, before then he's off to Uni. He has big plans for his future, and thanks to his parent's money he will have no problem achieving them. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there's one thing that completely annoys him, it's that there is a community college right across the street from St. Mark's Private School, and he has to look at the poor, totally inappropriate students that go there. Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to Doncaster's community college, just because the Holmes Chapel comprehensive expelled him twice in the span of two years, so he and his family had to move to another town. He has no future because he never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he's either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there's one thing he absolutely hates, it's the snobby students attending the private school right across from his, who think they're better than anyone just because their parents have money. When they meet, Louis is nothing but disgusted by the tattooed boy, and Harry can't help but laugh at the innocent yet sassy boy with blue eyes and amazing arse. Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that's the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. (Disclaimer: I'm from America and know close to nothing about the education system in England, so I apologise in advance.) LAST CHAPTERS ARE ON PRIVATE BECAUSE OF MATURE CONTENT! YOU NEED TO FOLLOW IF YOU WANT TO READ -- Thank you @Cupcaribo for the banner ! Love it :)

Louis murió sólo para encontrarse con la noticia de que seguía vivo, y que los días parecían repetirse y encerrarse en una burbuja sin dirección. Él va a necesitar más confianza para dejarse llevar.

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

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Sinopsis En una noche como la del "Viernes Negro" puedes encontrarte con descuentos, especiales, mucha ropa, filas infinitas, filas cortas, etcétera. Pero...¿es posible encontrar el amor también?...no será demasiado en un día como el viernes negro? .......... -Eres otra que veo que se queda mirando el cartel así.-dijo el chico posándose en frente de mi . Forcé los músculos de mi mandíbula del susto. Dios mío me estaba hablando. Me sentía como si hubiera acabado de ganarme veinte millones de dólares, como si a los pocos minutos involuntariamente mis nervios se convertirían en gritos. Como fue que de perseguirlo y acosarlo en mi mente, ya he logrado que me hablara? -Así como?-pregunté idiota frunciendo el ceño. -Así como si te estuvieras derritiendo.-insinuó. Me entró un paro cardíaco de dos segundos.-No, yo sólo...es que yo, pues...-a la mierda. Me había entrado el idioma tartamudience. -Me estas siguiendo hace un rato.-continuó. Y dijo las seis palabras que no quería oír.

-¿A qué te refieres con que quieres ser jugadora? Nena, te romperás las uñas -Oh, discúlpame bonito. A mi esas cosas no me interesan, solo quiero jugar -Perdóname, pero no. -¿Por qué? No digas algo como... Porque eres mujer -Lo siento, bonita. Es exactamente por eso -Vete al diablo -Espera, podrías ser animadora... Yo dejaría que me animes todo el día -Lamentaras todo. Absolutamente todo -¿Es una amenaza? -Tómalo como quieras, solo recuérdalo. Lo lamentaras