Harry smokes, cusses, has tattoos, cares about himself above others, cool, calm, and collected (typical badboy), is slightly way too forward, but

And I repeat

BUT

Everything will be done out of consent.

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Louis blushes, smiles, giggles, neat clothes, black glasses, fidgety, basically all in all innocent child.

This'll contain a lot of spur of the moments smutty actions.

#notedited it's 12 am .
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"It's not about what's good for me. To hell with what's good for me, sometimes I don't want good. I want adventure at 3 am. I want car rides at midnight with no destination. I want fogged up windows on late nights. I want city lights visible only in the rear view mirror. I don't want to be good, I want to feel free."

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He's catcalling him again. He hears the familiar whistles and low voice calling out to him.

He doesn't look back though, he knows better than to pay attention to people like that. He just quickens his pace, and makes it around the corner quickly.

It's not until he's closer to his first morning class building does he let out the breath of air that he's been holding in.

It's not that he's scared of what the person would do to him, he's seen him every day since the school term started. His blue eyes have even locked with the others piercing green. its just the overall feeling of intimidation that green eyes gives off. Plus, on his way back from class the guy would sometimes be wrapped around another girl or guy, or sometimes he'd be completely ignored.

Louis placed his bookbag underneath his seat, and tried his best to pay attention like any other day.

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He wasn't there. Louis looked up and was met with a brick wall. Now, he wouldn't feel out of place if this hadn't been going on for 20 or so days and everyday he's seen the boy, leaning against the wall, cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

Louis looked straight forward, he stood up a little taller and was just about to cross the street when a rough voice yelled, "hey!"

Louis didn't turn around, he impatiently tapped his foot waiting for the cars to pass. "I said hey," and a strong hand grasped his arm, involuntarily pulling him towards a hard chest.

Louis groaned, he pushed his hand against the chest, and looked up. Thick eyelashes framed pretty green eyes that he's only been able to glance at for a few seconds.

It took a few seconds for the clear smell of smoke hit Louis' nose. Louis rolled his eyes, "Wait a minute," the gravelly voice muttered. His hands were placed on Louis' waist. Louis glanced down at them, looked back up, gave the person a pointed look.

"Dont touch me," he said through his teeth.

Harry dropped his hands and smirked, "Alright, you say that now, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Harry, Harry Styles,"

"And I'm leaving," Louis stepped away, he turned to the now empty street and quickly made his way across it.

When he was on the other side, he risked a glance back. Harry now held a lit cigarette to his lips, his eyes locking with Louis. Louis couldn't tear his own away. After a few moments of silence that felt like someone had covered the world in a blanket so that all Louis saw was Harry and only heard muffled nonsense.

Harry winked, Louis couldn't stop himself from blushing. Oh, great, three some weeks just wasted.

Louis sighed and made his way back home to his flat. The second he stepped into the flat, Liam was on him with his nosey questions.

"Why do you smell like smoke?"

"I like to empty a packet before I come here because I just live for your interrogation." Louis rolled his eyes.

Liam narrowed his, "Funny." He muttered distastefully.

"I know. This guy talked to me,"

"Who?"

"No one of importance,"

"Louis," and Liam gave him a pointed look.

"Okay fine, itwasHarryStyles what's for dinner?"

Liam's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Harry Styles? The Harry Styles? Why? What did he want?"

"Nothing, he just introduced himself," Louis shrugged it off. "Now, for real, what's for dinner?"

"I made a pasta dish and some salad to go with," Liam told him. "Lou, you need to-"

"Stay away from him, blah blah I know!" Louis stated in clear annoyance.

Liam was taken aback, "I'm just looking out for you okay?"

"You make it seem like I'm a defenseless child. Am I not majoring in criminal defense?"

"Yeah, as in a lawyer. Not gonna help you in world if you're pressed against a wall with a knife to your throat." Liam notes.

"Whatever. Let's drop it okay? If it gets to be a lot of trouble, I'll get a bodyguard or something," Louis walks to the kitchen, his mouth watering at the smell of the food that Liam made.

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He's sleepy but he has to finish the rough draft of his analysis paper. His eyes are focused on the huge oak tree in front of his window. His mind is racing with the different types of punishments for the three types of murders. Along with some side thoughts of what Liam would do if Louis were to start slipping his laundry in little by little into Liam's so Liam could do his as well.

Tap.

Louis doesn't move an inch, he wonders if the next two years will be over quickly.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Louis decides to rest his eyes, for just a moment.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Louis sits up, eyes flickering to the window. He wants to scream, but nothing comes out of his parted lips. There's someone in the window. They're sitting on the thick branch of the oak tree.

He wonders if they're here to kill or kidnap him. He thinks either would be a blessing from doing this paper. Maybe it's because half past three am, but he finds himself walking to the window. He unlatches it and steps away as the person on the other end pulls it up.

"Finally babe, my bums getting numb from sitting out there too long,"

Louis blinks three times. "You have got to be kidding me."

Harry runs a hand through his hair. He looks Louis up and down and Louis is suddenly conscious over the fact that he's in really short pajama shorts and an oversized tshirt that hangs loosely off a shoulder.

"How the fuck did you find me?" Louis demanded. .

"Magic," Harry grins.  Louis glared at him. "I followed you earlier. Also, see I was trying to have a Romeo and Juliet moment but you didn't listen to me when I was trying to throw up the pebbles so I climbed the tree which looks harder than it really was and now I'm here."

"You need to go," Louis stifles a yawn.

"But, I just got here," Harry pouts.

"I don't care. Liam is going to kill me. You need to go like right now." Louis tries to push him back out the window. "Besides, this is so creepy. You can't just show up in people's houses."

"Most don't mind it." Harry murmured.

"Why is that?"

"Usually they get a pretty nice fuck out of it." Harry exclaimed. Louis sputters and let's go of Harry. Harry turns slowly around, his jeans are hanging low at his hips, eyes slightly wide with humor. Louis is completely at loss for words.

"I don't know you," Louis mumbled. "You can't show up at my house, in the middle of the night and think I'm just going to sleep with you. I don't sleep with people who whistle at people like they're animals,"

"You opened the window for me, so you have to be somewhat attracted to me,"

"Darling, I'm doing a last minute paper at 3 am, at this point I could be attracted to a pile of sticks and probably propose to one at this very moment, trust me when I say I'm not attracted to you one bit," Louis laughs softly.

Harry freezes up in his arms. Then suddenly, Louis isn't pushing him, instead Louis is the one being pushed down onto his bed. His blue eyes widen and his mouth parts.

Harry's leaning in really close, Louis can feel his warm breath against his cheek. "Nice to know that," Harry whispers, Louis can feel the heat of Harry's body against his own. He knows for sure that his heart rate has picked up. He can feel the heat in his eardrums. Nothing is said for a while, Louis closes his eyes. He feels Harry's fingertips on his cheeks. He melts into the touch.

He's so tired.

When he opens his eyes Harry is gone, the sun is appearing in the sky and Louis swears the whole incident was a dream.

He tries not to think about the dirt around the windowsill, or the fact that it was cracked open.

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Thoughts?

Yes it'll be slightly cliche, it's innocent x bad boy . Vote if you like, comment thoughts, and if you're gonna hate can you mask it by making it constructive criticism?

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