Through Our Lens

"Do you think you can just come here and take what I've been fighting for my whole life?" he says with a harsh tone looking at me with the angry face he always makes when he looks at me since I got here.

"What are you talking about? I'm new, remember?", I say trying not to sound nervous, not looking at him, stuffing my backpack with my cameras and lenses. My back is facing him. He doesn't know I'm scared. I'm taller than him, so I'm probably stronger too. I think trying to calm myself if he wants to fight.

"Don't mess with me or my plans, Styles. You don't know what I'm capable of. Stay out of the way," he says, still behind me, waiting for my answer. He noticed that I wasn't going to answer and started walking out of the classroom.

"Fuck you," I whisper to myself, thinking he was gone.

I suddenly feel someone pushing me towards the desk in front of me. My chest meeting the top of the desk. Feeling my breaths starting to get uneven and louder. He has my hands on my back, not letting me stand up from the desk. I feel his chest on my back and his mint breath in my ear, "what did you just say?" he asks with a steady and unbothered voice making my whole body shiver with him on top of me.
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When Harry gets to live in New York City to start living his dream as a filmmaker; He meets Louis, who is not here to make his life in America easier in any way. When they meet, their lives change, making them discover new feelings, making memories together, and getting to know themselves better.

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They are both British don't think Louis is American
This is a story with Larry content so if you don't like that please don't read it.