"it's the ones we love, that hurt us the most."
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Louis Tomlinson: The most prestigious student at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago.
Harry Styles: Heir of the founder and owner of Styles Vineyard, a winery for the stars worth billions.
Louis has an art exhibition which many artists from all over the world will be attending. Specifically, his idol since he was a young boy, Victor Pierre Rousseau, a french painter who has his own exhibit in the Louvre, and is a co-owner of the Musée d'Orsay, another famous art museum in France. If Louis impresses him, he could offer to show one of his pieces in one of the many museums he's affiliated with. The main piece at his exhibition is a sculpture of a collapsed man with wings, a fallen angel if you will, along with various other sculptures and vases. Since so many important people are going to be present, the hosting company is inviting the owner and founder of Styles Vineyards, Desmond Styles, who will bring beverages for the guests. Desmond is bringing his son, Harry Styles, so that he can prepare for the day he takes over the business. Harry has zero interest in joining the business, better yet taking over, so this invitation would mean nothing to him if it wasn't for his interest in the arts. His whole life is planned out for him. But everything changes when he locks eyes with the most alluring man in the room. His every feature is absolutely exquisite, from his stunning cheekbones, to his piercing blue eyes.
TW: this story contains mature topics such as mentions of self harm, suicide, sexual assault, emotional and physical abuse, drug and alcohol usage, and sexual content
Read at your own risk.
I looked up from my drawings and my favourite nitwit caught my eye. The way the sunlight from the tall windows caught his profile as he leaned forward, embarrassingly absorbed in taking notes made me want to kill myself. His dark curls kept falling across his eyes, and he'd absently brush them back with the end of his bitten pen. I found myself watching his hands more than paying attention to the rest of him, admiring how his fingers moved across the page with such purpose. When he finally looked up and caught me staring, I theatrically winked to piss him off, feeling my cheeks warm as he rolled his eyes with a supressed smile. I couldn't help stealing another glance moments later, and this time, the wonder himself offered me a small, knowing smirk that made my heart skip.
I'm so gay. Fuck yeah.
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louis tomlinson and harry styles are both scholarship kids attending a highly esteemed private school in manchester. having known eachother since they were eleven, they can read each other like they would their own diary.
they're sporting enemies, friends with benefits, best friends, family and soulmates. this is their story.