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Larry Stylinson Smut One Shots

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Warning : Just the usual stuff, smutt, swearing etc. :)

Im sorry. Im rubbish with titles. Its so original, I know. Anyways, hope Its an ok one shots, and seriously, I wont be writing anymore til I get a prompt request because Im running out of ideas! But thanks for the feedback so far! I really like this one to be honest, so I hope you do too! Dedicated to foreverxshining, because she inspires me to write these one shots, and shes an amazing writer. I hope she reads this, and if you haven't read her books, you're missing out! Enjoy. - LarryArePefect

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Louis' POV

Walking into school was always the same. I had grown so used to it over the years though, that I had learned to ignore it. The words they said still hurt, there's no doubt they always will, but I did my best to not take it personally.

But wouldn't you if there were a group of boys shouting names at you every minute of everyday? Names like, faggot and others that are too horrible for me to even say? At times like this, I really regreat coming out. I really do. I thought it was for the best. In fact, I thought people wouldn't judge me.

Whew, I was wrong. I used to be quite popular, but then I told everyone I was gay, and thats what ruined my image. Pretty sick actually. Take Harry Styles, the schools most popular boy, and the biggest bully of all.

Most people wouldn't believe this, but we used to be best friends. The best of friends you could get. You would never see us apart, we were always together. No one knew this, but Harry was also gay. He didn't come out, and he still hasn't. He probably never will.

He warned me, that if I told anyone, he would slit my throat. That's when we weren't best friends obviously. He used to be the sweetest guy you will have ever met. He was my Haz, and I was his Boo.

Tears threatened to leave my water-line, as I passed Harry and his crew. They were shouting the same dirty words to me, not even caring if it hurt me or not. I kept my eyes off them, and tried to block out their voices. It was useless. Half the school were against me and my sexuality.

Sick, but true.

"Hey, faggot." The familiar, deep, husky voice whispered in my ear. As sad as it seems, the voice always sends shivers right through me. It's one of those voices that just simply turns you on.

Before I even realise whats happening, my head is being slammed into a locker, and I groan at the pain. I look up to see those piercing green eyes looking into my soul. His eyes are beautiful, like a cat's. That's what his eyes remind me of.

"Fuck off Harry." I mumbled, looking away from him, and fixing my hair.

"And why would I do that?" He growled, a bit of humour to be heard in his voice.

I ignored his question, which I regreated a minute later, because his strong hand pushed me back into the locker again.

"I said, why woud I do that?" He spat, raising his voice.

I could hear his friends laughing from behind him, as I whimpered helplessly.

"I - I don't know." I stammered, giving him the simplest answer.

He rolled his eyes, and let go of me, giving me a chance to breath.

"I'll deal with you later." He snapped, eyeing me up and down.

As he walked away, my eyes traveled down to his bum... what? He was wearing tight jeans, and his ass looked good in them... doesn't mean I was checking him out, nope.

"Louis!" Someone gasped.

I turned around to see my best - and only friend in this school Niall beside me.

"Hey Niall." I mumbled, hugging my history books close.

"Did Styles hurt you? If he did..." His teeth gritted, and his fists clenched together so hard, that his knuckles went white.

"No, no Ni, Im fine. He's just being the usual prick." I said, trying to calm my best friend down.

"If you're sure." He grumbled, just as the bell ran for registration.

"See you later Lou." He said, walking off in the opposite direction to me.

"See you Niall." I sighed, making my way to my first class.

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 I usually loved history, but today, I just wasn't feeling it. I couldn't concentrate on anything the teacher was saying, and I would end up daydreaming. I was never known as a daydreamer, so this was something new for me.

But it wasn't the usual daydreaming... it was, different. Everytime I blanked out, I could only see one thing. Clear green eyes looking right at me. But not just any eyes. Harry Styles' green eyes. I didn't want to close my eyes, because everytime I did, they would be looking at me, sending my heart beat to beat faster than it ever had before.

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