Crossing Lines - a Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Harry thinks Louis is loud, reckless, and a complete dickhead -
but he can't stop watching how he moves through the world like he's got nothing to lose.
Louis thinks Harry is arrogant, untouchable, and maddeningly controlled -
but there's something about that silence behind his eyes that makes Louis want to break it open.

Formula 1 is all about control. And no one has more of it than Harry Styles: world champion, golden boy, PR fantasy.
He knows how to play the game - win, smile, stay silent.
But then Louis Tomlinson shows up. IndyCar's wildcard. Tattooed, chaotic, unapologetic. The press calls him an underdog.
Harry calls him a problem.

Their rivalry ignites fast.
Their tension, faster.
And what begins as a battle on the track blurs into something neither of them can name - or afford.

"People like us don't get to want things," Harry said quietly.
Louis laughed, sharp and bitter. "No, Harry. You don't. Because you'd rather be perfect than be honest."

Now, with cameras watching and reputations on the line, the most dangerous thing isn't losing.
It's wanting what they were never supposed to have.

Some lines aren't meant to be crossed.
And some were never there at all.