Louis Tomlinson is an amateur photographer who’s deeply interested in portrait photography although he knew no one was really interested to help him be his model, rather than what his school paper assigns him to take. Just then, he saw Harry Styles, a gang leader of their town, with his friends walking along the school field, and he thought he was the perfect one. Misfortune strikes Louis when the two lads tried to chase him and drops his camera on his way. And so was the start of something interesting and troubling on his not so normal hs life anymore.
A/N: Here’s the chapter 2 for your larry feels. Hope I could get an inch of your thoughts about this one! And thank you for all your reading, your likes and messages, I appreciate them so much. :) x
Harry found himself amused over the list of information that was given to him by Liam. Harry Styles was more powerful than those of the authorities of his school. He just needed to ask anything from the office and they would give it to him with a smile of fear on their faces. He doesn’t necessarily need to go to school, but he always thought tutors are really boring and that he would learn nothing out of it. He finds school more exciting, and now, he just found someone really interesting.
When he personally saw Louis in the cafeteria, looking back at him with those blue eyes of his he never thought that would bring a churn on his stomach, his interest on him just grew higher.
He leaned to his chair and started flipping the pages and reading every inch of information that was written on the paper.
Full name: Louis William Tomlinson
Born in: Doncaster, South Yorkshire, UK
Birthday: December 24 1991
Siblings: Charlotte, Felicity, Daisy and Phoebe
Parents: Johanna and Mark Tomlinson (His real father is named Troy Austin)
Report:
He spends most of his time with Niall Horan (turn to page 3 for his bio), his Irish friend and classmate since Preliminary School.
He is the current photographer of the Forward Press; the official school paper of the school.
He spends most of his time inside his studio, located at the back of the Library or with his friend, Niall Horan in the cafeteria, the school garden or at his flat.
He smiled over the rest of the details his eyes found. It surprised him that Louis is in fact older than him, but is at the same year as him and yet, he found him so young, so bubbly and spontaneous. He still wondered why he wasn’t surrounded by other persons aside from his Irish friend.
His question was answered when information shows that he was actually bullied for being gay. Well, if it was the truth, then that explains why Harry seems to feel like Louis was emitting something out of his pictures just by staring at them. Not that he was implying something, but Louis sure is very different amongst all the other guys he met.
The curly lad flipped the page again and there shows the candid shots of Louis in action taking pictures for a school event; he looks totally into what he was doing and another smile was pulled on Harry’s cheeks. He looked into his class picture, and undeniably, Harry observed he had a fit body which reminds him of Liam narrating what happened on their chase to Louis that he almost outruns both of them if he didn’t just bump onto someone along the way. He was almost about to start imagining the golden-skinned lad running when the door swung open, and his most favourable member, Zayn Malik, shows in.
“Got what you wanted, boss.” Zayn said, lifting the small piece of paper in the air before he puts it down to the table.
Harry swivelled the chair to face the quaffed-hair lad and smirked at him. “Good.” Harry complimented; reaching for that piece of paper and indulging himself on Louis’s schedule for the whole year. This was just too easy.
Almost about to go back to his previous position, Harry heard the chair scratch onto the wooden floor as Zayn pulled a chair and it only meant he was going to inquire him about something.
“Anything you want to say?” Harry asked. In his head, he really didn’t want to ask. He just wanted to spend this night, thinking about how he will be able to get closer to Louis Tomlinson, to know about him more than just what the information has given to him. But looking at his friend, his instincts tell him he’s worried about something.
“You are interested on that Louis, aren’t you?” Zayn observed Harry’s reaction before continuing. “I know you are. Just look at your face, it tells everything.”
Harry gives Zayn his usual cheeky grin, “Does it bother you?”
“No. I just wanted to know why.”
Harry pulled his chair closer to the table that divides them. Still wearing his smile, he brought both of his elbows on the wooden finish and his chin rested on his hands. For awhile, he tried to figure out what was really the reason for this sudden question of Zayn. Amongst all his followers, he always find Zayn fascinating and unique; he was never afraid to voice out his thoughts and asking him things no one dares to ask.
Compared to Liam who was like chasing his tail no matter where he goes, Harry feels like Zayn is more of like a person who would care about him even just a little bit and that makes him confident enough to say anything to him; more precisely, to trust him.
“Why, you ask? To be honest with you, I don’t know either. It’s your fault by the way, if you haven’t chased him, I wouldn’t be even doing this.”
“Well, what’s done is done, so why don’t you tell me what’re you trying to plan now that you have everything you have to know about him.” Zayn stifled his laughter when he met that glare from Harry’s eyes. “God, you’re such a creep. You do know this is stalking, right?”
Harry didn’t deny that this was indeed, stalking. But he was just getting started. If this was a story, for him, this is just the prologue, and there’s more to happen. “You see, I find him quite interesting. He’s different from all the other kids in here that treats me like a god.”
“Isn’t that what’re you trying to imply?” Zayn butted in.
“Well, yeah. But he did something no one dares to do.”
“You call “taking Harry Styles’s photo in secret” different? You need a check-up.” Zayn sniggered, “And how do you even know no one has ever taken your picture? You never know how many girls, and guys out there imagined you somewhere – OW!”
Zayn yelped and held his cheeks when Harry threw his mini-stapler on his face. “You’re going nowhere, Zayn. And besides, if ever those fans of mine even exist, the fact that you only caught Louis and brought his camera to me must’ve meant something.” Harry laughed so hard from the words that just came out of his mouth and so was the expression that Zayn just shot on him.
“I can’t believe you just said that. I’ll just convince myself I only heard the part that you’re interested at him. Period.” Zayn shook his head in disbelief. Harry Styles, the most notorious gang leader of the town, whom everyone feared and bowed down to, whose rules and orders must be followed is sitting here, in front of him, telling him something about destiny.
“You’re not going to hit on him, aren’t you?” Zayn turned to him again and did not hold back on his laughter anymore.
“Seriously, Harold?”
“What? I was just asking. I just want to make sure I don’t have any competition for Louis’s attention.” Harry argued, his smile growing to a wide grin, obviously getting really intent over their topic.
“He’s all yours. He’s not my type.” Zayn turned his head, almost ready to leave. Realizing their conversation was just complete nonsense.
“But you know, they both had blue eyes.” Harry’s statement was right off the mark. Just enough to catch Zayn’s eyes flinched. “That is if you’ve just noticed.”
Zayn unceasingly faced him again, this time, his expression worried and nervous. “H-How did you know about Niall?”
“Oh, Zayn. You do know I make researches before I make you join my gang, right? I know that Irish friend of yours and Louis’s is your childhood friend.” Zayn found no room to deny anything anymore. He was oriented about this stuff when it comes to looking for information about everything in your life. He didn’t expect that even the tiniest of things; something he wanted to keep secret to all of us, was actually something Harry knows about.
“Well, I feel more at ease, now that I know who your type is.” Zayn didn’t reply anymore and it was enough to answer his question from before.
“But, you’re not going to hurt Niall, aren’t you?” Zayn murmured enough for Harry to hear.
“’Course not. As long as he doesn’t get in my way. You know how I hate it when my plans fucks up, right?” Harry grinned.
“Right.” Zayn relaxed his shoulders, after a few seconds of easing the tension; he pushed himself out of his seat and Zayn waved his goodbye to him.
“Oh and Zayn-“ Harry halts Zayn right before he closes the door. The lad raises his eyebrows as he peeked inside his room. “Why don’t you try talking to him? It might be a good start you know – double dates, group studies –“
“You really need to see a doctor, Harold.” Zayn replied straightforwardly before closing the door.
XXX
“I don’t think we can do anything about that, Mr. Tomlinson.”
Louis stared blankly into the principal’s eyes. He hair in a bun, wearing a polka-dot chiffon blouse, her eyes squinting from the direct sunlight hitting on her eyes. This was just the worst news Louis ever heard from his entire life.
He felt like the sky had just fallen right into his back. He was desperate. He needed his camera back and the only person he was expecting to help him had just rejected him.
Louis always thought the rumours weren’t true about Harry Styles controlling the whole school but now, everything seems so right. His gang was definitely the ones to blame for this, and he wanted to try his best not to go to desperate measures, in which Niall always warns him about but, I don’t think we can do anything about it? Bullshit.
“But Ms. Calder! I really need that camera. If I don’t get it, I won’t be able to shoot anything for the coming events. Can’t you talk to Harry about this?” Mentioning Harry’s name wasn’t a good idea at all. He just said the wrong name, in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person. Her eyes, suddenly shoot daggers at him, her lips curled and her forehead burrowed on his request while her fingers scrambled to hold onto something.
It was like saying a curse inside her office.
“I said. We can’t do anything about it, Mr. Tomlinson. Now, please stop wasting my time and go back to your class.” Her voice more stern and she wasn’t looking at Louis anymore.
“But-“
“No more buts, Louis William Tomlinson. I am sorry for what happened to your camera but as I said, I have nothing to do with it. You should be aware about Harry’s gang into this school. Now, get back to your class and don’t put yourself in trouble again.”
Louis stared back at her for some time and Ms. Calder went back to typing something on her laptop which he is quite sure, complete nonsense. If the highest member of the school couldn’t even lend him a hand, who will?
He sulked on one of her waiting seats, just enough to hide himself away from Ms. Calder’s vision, thinking why of all the things that could happen to him, it would be his camera, the one thing he loves the most will be taken away from him. It could’ve been better if they asked him to fight for it because Louis was aware he got enough confidence and strength to take down several people. But he wanted it to be as peaceful as it could be.
He could feel his cheeks burn, remembering the sight of Harry Styles walking down the field with just plain white-shirt, low-rise jeans and a pair of sneakers and yet, he looks so dashing. He just wanted to take a snapshot, for God’s sake, is that too much to ask?
But after what he had done, showing up in the cafeteria with his camera slinging on his neck and embarrassing him in front of everyone, he wanted to hate him.
He finally stood up and turned around when he knocked onto something that made him lose his balance. Before he knew it, someone was holding his arms, his eyes widening from the sight of Harry Styles. It took him sometime to finally realize it was indeed, Harry Styles and so he pulled himself away.
“Hi, Louis.” Harry casually greeted him. It was their first time to actually be this upclose and Harry couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous Louis’s eyes were. It looked a million times better from the pictures he had and he could already imagine himself looking at them forever.
Louis took a step back before looking back into Harry’s gaze at him. Those green eyes of him, just the way he pictured Harry inside his studio, looking straight at his lens, his eyes telling him everything about who he is. But now, there was no lens to cover his eyes glinting with admiration, blue to green, it was just him, and Harry.
“M-Mr.Styles! Please, have a seat!” Ms. Calder scurried to stand up, straightening her skirt as she interrupted the way they hold their gazes.
Louis breaks of easily, looking back at the principal who stole a second to glare at him. In return, Harry glowered at her for breaking such a beautiful moment.
“I’ll be going now, Ms. Calder. Thank you.” Louis pushed himself out of the door in which Harry was standing.
“See you around.” Their skins slightly brushed onto each other, sending uneven friction on their bodies. Harry found the urge to touch Louis, god, his skin was just so smooth, but his face tells him not to. Not yet. And so he turned around and proceeded to face his favourite person to scare. Ms. Eleanor Calder.
XXX
It took Louis a couple of rooms to pass by before he finally found the place to catch his breath. He held onto his chest, his heart beating rapidly. Everytime he shuts his eyes, he felt like being dragged inside Harry’s green eyes. He had no idea what he was feeling all of a sudden, but the way his whole body reacted was not good news at all.
And the way Harry just mentioned his name, with that deep, hoarse voice of his, it brought a tingling sensation down his spine, very unusual, he doesn’t really hate it.
It was as if it was there the whole time, just waiting for the right time to burst.