blurred lines • larry stylinson

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles - two names that, at Hall Cross Academy in Doncaster, inevitably spelled drama.

Or rather: Louis spelled drama.
From the moment they met, he'd made it his personal mission to get under Harry's skin - with biting remarks, provoking glances, and every trick he could think of.
Harry, on the other hand? He just ignored him. Acted like Louis meant absolutely nothing to him.

But when the annual school musical Grease rolled around and Harry, of all people, landed the lead role of Danny Zuko - while Louis was stuck with the understudy - their feud reached a whole new level.

Suddenly, Harry hit back. He didn't just brush Louis off with a smug smile anymore - he fired back, met every jab with one of his own. And before long, there wasn't a single moment they weren't at each other's throats.

Words grew sharper. Glances turned poisonous. Touches became rough.
Every clash between them sparked with tension - with anger, frustration, and something neither of them dared to name.

And eventually, their hatred burned so hot, it hardly mattered anymore whether they were grabbing each other by the collar - or by the shirt.

It should've been a one-time mistake.
A stupid, rage-fuelled slip.
But once wasn't enough.
Every time they collided again, the line between hate and want blurred just a little more.

But what would happen if it stopped being just about lust?
If the hatred wasn't a shield anymore - but a lie?

•This story is pure fiction•

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