Louis Tomlinson is a punk and the school's most popular. Harry "Marcel" Styles is the school's geek and likes his hair slicked back just the way it is... When things get hot and heavy between Tomlinson and Styles, will "Marcel" change himself to fit Louis' punk image? --larry fanfic--punk louis--geeky harry--inspired by marcel in best song ever--gay smut--fluff

Harry Styles: Boyfriend for hire. He's been told he'll do great at his job, but he's such a klutz sometimes that being young and having a pretty face doesn't cover for it. Louis Tomlinson: Richest twenty-one-year-old in the UK, professional playboy. He's had more girlfriends than Harry's had clients. When he decides that girls aren't fun anymore, he looks for something different. Will Harry end up just being added to his list of 176 exes once Louis is bored of him, or will he change the playboy that is Louis and fall in love?

When Harry was little, he hated living in Oak Hollow. It was a stuck-up neighborhood in the suburbs full of broken families and white picket fences. But then, on a hot Summer day, a strange boy wearing heart-shaped sunglasses moves in across the street.

Harry is a nerd. Louis is the schools bad boy. When Louis asks Harry for help on his maths homework, what happens? Does he stop bullying Harry, or does the bullying get worse because Louis realises his true feeling for the curly haired geek? Read to find out.... Just your normal bully falls in love with the kid he pushes around story.

"your hair's changing again." "is it?"

"I love you my beautiful wife." "Shut up, Harry. You're gay and that's that." ~Or~ Harry is married and his wife swears he's in love with Louis. || Ranked: 2nd place in the Popular Larry Stories category of the Bromance Awards ||

Footie team captain Louis Tomlinson might have a little thing for the Uni graduate nerd extraordinaire, otherwise known as Harry Styles, giant Frames starting above his eyebrows and ending in the middle of his cheeks, right above his dimples, bringing out the green irises behind the corrective glass. And. . . things happen.