Louis had thought that he'd enrolled himself into a normal, albeit a little out-of-the-ordinary English class when he signed up for "Imaginative English and the Arts." Maybe he'd just have to be a bit more creative than usual. He was always up for a challenge.
When everyone was handed a sheet of paper and told to list the names of everyone in class from least to most favorite, Louis should have taken it as a hint to run as far away from that classroom as he possibly could.
Or the one where Louis has to figure out 10 things he admires about Harry Styles, his self-proclaimed enemy, by the end of the school year.
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"I have won, I won the final cross country. I win, Harry--"
"Whoever gets to fucking nationals wins it, pretty boy," Harry teases. "You haven't won. Interhouse is nothing compared to nationals, or interstate. You haven't even won interschool. You can dream all you fucking want that you've won."
Louis becomes so ignorant he decides to no longer eye the boy taunting him. "Trophies prove it all, Styles."
"Where's your trophy for biggest asshole?"
"Where's yours for winning cross country?"
Harry growls before hooking his fingers in Louis' belt loops and bringing them together for a flat kiss.
Or the AU where Louis and Harry are rivals of the century and Cross Country competitors before things get complicated and they play pretend.