The hating factor

Growing up you're either fond of something or you loathe their very existence, Louis had both.

He was quite fond of his neighbour, Alex Styles with smart green eyes, black hair and a charming smile that wiggled its way in Louis' life making a spot in his six year old self.

But then comes the loathe of his existence in the form of the devil's spawn itself, Harry motherfucking Styles.

Or

The unexpected enemies to lovers and academic rivals fic.