Here we have a timid, shy, and suspenders-loving Louis Tomlinson. Being eighteen and a year twelve, he should be confident, having long-term friends and steady grades, right? Well, you see, that's hard to do when you're thrown into a new school. Louis had been just fine in Doncaster with his best mate Liam and his quiet school. Moving to Manchester changed everything.
Then there's Harry Styles. The classic jock, a jerk, blah blah. Loves girls, getting into arguments, and, well, hanging out with his jerk friends. And girls. Because that's what he likes...right? He's seventeen and year twelve, hangs around with his best mates Ryan, Zayn, Luke, and Nick, and they practically run the school.
Well...when two entirely different worlds collide, what do you expect to happen?
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Harry's perfect. He has the best girlfriend you can have, the looks, and the popularity. He's confident, except when it comes to one thing. Louis Tomlinson. Louis has bullied him for as long as he can remember. He's the man-whore in school, he gets the girls, and everybody likes him. His body is covered in tattoos and he has a lip, a nose ring and a stud in his eyebrow. Yeah, he's a punk. The thing is, Louis' jealous. He wants to have the 'kind' girls too, not just the sluts. He wants to rule the school, and he can't if Harry Styles is in the way.
One day, Zayn bets Louis that he can't kiss Harry without Harry rejecting him, or that Harry's girlfriend, Sarah Hamilton, catches them doing so. Louis has always liked Zayn's bets and won't back down on this one either, even if it's for nothing. So, he does what he's told. What he didn't expect though, was to feel something in that kiss.
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