on your marks

on your marks

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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. ~~~ 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.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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