Bit of Love Hate

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Summary: Louis and Harry hate each other. But what happens when they room together on a trip to Paris? Let's just say things get a little... heated. ;)



They hate each other. There is no denying it; everyone sees the two boys arguing and fighting all the time, whether it be on or off campus. The teachers and headmaster even know not to put the two boys in the same room together at the same time. If they see each other, another fight will break out. Of course, this year everything decides to change, because there is a new headmaster at London School of the Arts. The two boys are in two different departments-one in the theater department, the other in the singing department-but they run across each other frequently. But now, the new bimbo headmaster has decided to change their schedules completely and make them be in every class together except for their arts classes. Everyone in the prestigious academy knows that it is a terrible idea to put those boys within a twenty-feet radius of each other, but the headmaster wants the boys to get along, and she believes this is the only way how to get the boys to "bond".

Which is why they're going to be rooming together on their musical tour for the next three weeks in Paris.

This is going to be interesting...

~*~

"You can't room me with him!" Harry Styles exclaims, pointing at Louis Tomlinson. Louis stands there with the exact same facial expression made at Professor Dykes, the new headmistress of London School of the Arts. Dykes just keeps her composure and smiles.

"Now boys," she says in a sweet voice, "I know you two have your disagreements, but I believe rooming together for one trip will help you two learn to bond and get along."

"Look, Professor," Louis interrupts, "I know you're trying to help, but you obviously don't know anything about me and him or our rivalry. Unless you want two dead teenagers in Paris caused by the two of them trying to rip each other's throats out, I suggest you give us new roommates and save yourself the trouble." Dykes sighs.

"Mr. Tomlinson, I understand that you are upset, but there is nothing wrong with bonding."

"It is when the two people rooming together constantly try to kill each other and make each other's lives hell!" Harry shouts.

"The two of you are rooming together on the trip to Paris, and that's final."

"But-" Louis begins to say.

"No buts, Mr. Tomlinson. I have made my decision, and that decision is final." Harry and Louis look at each other then back at Professor Dykes. Is this woman mad? What is she thinking? She can't put Louis and Harry together! She might as well be signing her letter of resignation right now! "Run along to class now." The two boys obey and walk out into the hallway, going in completely opposite directions. No way are they going to make this trip.

No way are the boys going to room with each other. Their headmistress can suck it.

~*~

"I cannot believe I got stuck with you," Harry sneers. Louis rolls his eyes.

"That makes two of us," Louis agreed. "Why couldn't they just room me with Liam?"

"Why? So you could get banged by him every night we're here?" It is midnight at one of the fanciest hotels in the City of Love, Louis and Harry are in their hotel rooms, unpacking for the next two weeks of being in Paris to perform a musical for French, American, and English theatre scouts looking for new talent. It is Louis's opportunity to make it big, to get his start in the entertainment industry. And with him being the lead role as Danny Zuko in Grease, he is sure he has a chance.

And he is not going to let Harry Styles ruin this trip for him.

"No," Louis snarls back at the curly-haired lad. "I don't swing that way."

"Ha! Yeah, keep telling yourself that, mate," Harry scoffs. Louis throws down his jeans on his bed-thank the heavens they don't have one bed; otherwise there would've been a serious problem that could've ended a bloodshed.

"And what's that supposed to mean, Styles?"

"You keep telling people you're straight when you're obviously not. I mean, come on, look at the way you dress." Harry gets up from his bed and stands in front of Louis who stiffens at how close the younger boy is. "No normal straight guy wears these types of clothes." He gestures to the older boy's bright red chinos and white and blue-striped shirt. "And besides, you think girls find this attractive?" Harry grabs either side of Louis's suspenders and pulls him close to his body. Louis can almost feel himself practically melting into Harry's presence, to keep up this wall he has built since the boys started secondary. He can't let his feelings get the best of him. "People are going to think you swing the other way, Tommo."

"Well I don't," Louis says, trying to sound confident; Harry, however, can see through the façade of Louis Tomlinson. Harry chuckles.

"I can change that."

Louis shivers, and Harry smiles darkly. He has been waiting for an opportunity like this since the boys began school five years ago, but then Louis completely shut him out. He was angry with Louis and decided to play a prank on him that caused school-wide humiliation for the older boy. Harry acted as if it didn't affect him that his best friend and longtime crush was hurt, but it killed him to see Louis like that. But the damage had been done, and Louis had brought it upon himself. After that incident, war ensued.

Which has led to this moment-the moment where Harry can finally make things right, having Louis this close and weak and vulnerable. This is what he's wanted all along.

"I'm straight, Harry," Louis manages to say through ragged breaths.

"That's too bad. You look very bangable right now." Louis's baby blue eyes widen and darken at Harry's words, and he can feel his pants getting slightly uncomfortable. Harry shoves Louis against the wall and pins his hands above his head with one hand-the other going behind Louis onto his lower back where his suspender hook happens to be-and his legs on either side of Louis's waist, making the smaller boy defenseless and hopeless with no way out. Louis doesn't know what to do. Should he fight back or give in to his most longed-for desires to the most desirable boy, who happens to be his biggest enemy?

His mind goes completely blank, though, when he feels Harry's soft pink lips on his rough ones. He can feel a lustful fire burn in the pit of his stomach and spread throughout his whole body. He wants to kiss back, but he is reluctant. What if this is all some prank like last time? What if Harry spreads it all around the school that he's gay? It probably wouldn't be such a bad thing, considering the fact that about a third of the boys at London School of the Arts are all gay or bi. Harry licks his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Louis is hesitant, so Harry bites his lip, making Louis gasp at the pleasurable yet painful sensation. Harry's tongue roams his mouth and licks every inch of it, dominating his mouth. Louis is mewing at the feeling, and he finally gives in and kisses back, fighting for dominance over Harry, making the curly-haired boy even more turned on than before. Harry is slowly rolling his hips onto Louis's groin, making the older boy whimper and jerk his hips forward to get some friction between the two of them. Harry smirks, loving the feeling of being dominant over Louis; it made him feel powerful and strong. He wants tonight to be about making Louis feel helpless and show him what he's missed for the past five years. Harry is known all over the academy as a "manwhore" and was rumored to have slept with many different people of both genders. Louis probably started about half of the rumors, but Harry didn't care. He is going to make Louis see just what he's been missing with the infamous Harry Styles.

To go through with his plan, he pulls away from Louis's mouth and trails kisses down his neck. Harry licks and nibbles all over the soft skin all the way down to his collarbone. Louis is quiet, which makes Harry slightly nervous. If Louis pushes him away, then he's lost his final chance to make Louis finally fall in love with him. But he keeps his nerves and fears of rejection down and starts acting dominant again, unhooking Louis's suspenders in the back.

"Come on, Lou," Harry growls in Louis's ear. "I know you want it." Louis, however, still stays quiet. Harry is getting very irritated with Louis holding back, so he decides to do the next best thing. He takes his lips off Louis's soft tanned skin and flips him around to where he's facing the wall. All that is going through Louis's mind right now is to keep his cool. He doesn't want to come off as desperate to Harry, and it's turning out to be a lot harder than he thought. Harry's large hands slowly travel down Louis's sides and stop on either side of his deliriously hard member. Louis wants so badly to turn around kiss Harry again, but Harry has other plans. Harry's hands continue searching around him until he finds what he's looking for. Harry quickly and smoothly unhooks Louis's suspenders from his pants, taking them completely off of him. Louis knows what's coming next but lets Harry keep going.

Well, he thinks he knows what is going to happen next.

What he thinks will happen next is that Harry will strip off all of their clothes and bang him until he knows he'll be walking funny the next couple of days. Harry rips off his striped shirt and tosses it to the side. Louis thinks he's right about Harry's plan. Then he unexpectedly feels his hands being yanked behind his back and something being tied tightly around them. Louis looks down behind him to see Harry tying his hands up with his own suspenders.

Harry can see the shock, fear, and lust float around in the smaller boy's eyes as he sees himself being bound like a prisoner. In a way, he is.

He's Harry's prisoner tonight.

Once Harry is done tying Louis's hands securely behind him, he turns Louis back around to face him-using all of his willpower not to lick the boy's abs-and easily picks him up and tosses him over his shoulder.

"Harry!" Louis exclaims. "Put me down!"

"I'll put you down in a second," Harry growls. "Now shut up." Louis shuts up immediately, fearing for what might come next. Harry walks over to his bed and throws Louis on it, making Louis bounce on the soft bed a little. Harry moves away from the bed and begins to strip in front of his captive, and Louis sits up as best as he can with his hands tied behind his back. His mouth waters at the sight of a half-naked Harry that is still stripping until he is down to his tented boxers. Louis's own pants are straining his pulsing hard-on, making him almost go insane. Next thing he knows, Harry is hovering over him, a terrifying dark shade of green taking over his eyes.

"It's not polite to stare, Louis," Harry mumbles with a smirk. Louis looks dead into Harry's eyes and whimpers, trying to thrust his groin against Harry's. Harry pins Louis's hips down with his hands and swoops in and traps Louis's lips into another kiss. Louis whines and opens his mouth immediately, letting Harry slip his tongue inside. Harry takes over his mouth and moves his hands over to Louis's jeans button and zipper, undoing both in a painfully slow pace. At the same pace, he drags Louis's pants down to his ankles and swipes them off completely, throwing them to the side. He licks his lips at the sight of Louis's extremely hard member, proud that he caused that. He lightly brushes his fingers over Louis's dick, making it twitch and Louis gasp.

"H-Harry," Louis says in a whiny, horny voice, "please touch me. Please." Harry just stares down at the boy below, delightfully watching him squirm uncomfortably. "God, Harry! Please!"

"How badly do you want me?" Harry asks.

"S-so bad, H-Harry," Louis breathes.

"Are you sure about that, Lou?" He glides his fingers over Louis's dick again. Louis jerks his hips upwards, looking as desperate and horny as he can be with his aching hard-on. "Are you sure you want me? Are you sure you want this?" Harry curls his hand around Louis's covered member and begins to slowly stroke him. Louis gasps from the action and moans loudly.

"Yes, I want this more than anything! Oh god, yes!" Harry smirks.

"What do you want me to do to you? You're not making it clear to me as to what you want." Louis is literally about to come out of his seams if Harry keeps this up for much longer.

"I-I-I want-" Louis can't even finish his own sentence.

"What was that, Lou? I couldn't hear you." Harry's voice is dripping with lust, making Louis go completely crazy.

"Fuck me Harry!" Louis suddenly blurts out. "Just fuck me until I can't take it anymore! Make me scream your name! Or keep me quiet! Tease me! Make me beg! I don't care; just fuck me! Please!" Louis is practically sobbing now, his pride being thrown out the window. Harry seems to be satisfied with his answer because Louis can feel his boxer-briefs being pulled down and off his ankles in a matter of seconds, relieving him of anymore restraints on his pulsing hard member. Harry pulls down his own boxers after that and shifts Louis backwards until his back is against the headboard. Harry nudges Louis's legs apart and takes his admiringly large, pulsing dick firmly into his hand. Louis moans at the contact.

"You better believe that I am going to fuck you senseless to the point where you'll be walking funny the rest of this trip. I'm not going to make you scream because I don't want you losing that beautiful singing voice of yours. But I will make. You. Beg." Louis gulps at this new side of Harry he never saw growing up. Harry spins Louis around to face the headboard and lines himself up in front of Louis's entrance. Then he thinks about it and realizes that Louis hasn't been prepared yet. He decides Louis has suffered enough tonight and deserves to be prepared.

Harry sticks two fingers into his mouth, lathering them up. Once he thinks they're good and slippery, he sticks his fingers into Louis, making the other boy hiss in pain at the contact. Louis squirms around trying to get comfortable while Harry is finger-fucking him and getting him ready. He is still finding it uncomfortable until Harry curls his fingers a little and hits that spot that makes Louis moan in pleasure. This has to be the most exhilarating feeling he has ever felt in his life. And this isn't even the real thing. He can only imagine that he will probably pass out from all the pleasure rushing through his veins in a bit. As soon as he starts rocking back onto Harry's fingers, Harry pulls his fingers out of Louis and positions himself around the other boy's entrance. He wipes his fingers off on the sheets and prepares himself to shut Louis up. The only reason is because he knows how loud Louis is and how thin the walls might be. He didn't want people knowing what was going on between the two of them. At least not yet.

Louis squeezes his eyes tight, waiting for it to happen. Harry pushes himself all the way inside of Louis in one thrust, and Louis almost screams at the burning feeling of Harry inside of him. Harry knew Louis would be vocal, but damn, he didn't know he would be a screamer! Harry quickly cups his hand firmly over Louis's mouth before Louis can scream again and wake up everyone else on the hotel floor.

"Didn't I tell you that you had to be quiet?" Harry snarls in Louis's ear. Louis just barely nods his head, for he is too focused on Harry banging him right now and getting him off at the same time. Although now he is a little scared because Harry is angry. "Keep quiet. You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone in the theatre department, do you?" Louis gingerly shakes his head no. "Then keep quiet. I'm going to take my hand away. If you don't stay quiet, I will make you quiet. Understand?" Louis nods his head again, and as soon as Harry's hand is off his mouth, he bites his bottom lip and holds in all of his moans, screams, and groans.

Harry is so deep inside of Louis, he can feel himself hitting Louis's prostate-which would make him scream in ecstasy right now if he didn't tell him to keep quiet-and he suddenly realizes he is actually doing this with Louis Tomlinson, his longtime crush that he tried to hate for so long. Of course, he is still angry with Louis, and he still wants to fuck him until he can't even stand up straight. The sweet lovemaking can come out later on during this little vacation. But for now, Louis's going to be in for a serious pounding.

Harry pulls out and thrusts in deeper than before and Louis can feel his legs quivering beneath him. He wishes he can balance himself against the headboard, but his hands are tied up behind his back. He needs to keep quiet or else people are going to find out about his and Harry's little escapade. But Harry is making it a little hard for him, considering he won't let him make a sound.

"You need to keep quiet, babe," Harry whispers in Louis's ear. Louis whines and tries to say something to the younger boy, but his voice is muffled by Harry's hand on his mouth.

Harry is slowly picking up speed on manhandling Louis and has a rhythm in time with his quickening thrusts. Louis is literally seeing stars from the pounding he's taking from Harry's dick inside of him. The pleasure is so overwhelming, he's afraid he's going to pass out before he even gets the chance to release.

"How does it feel, Louis? Having me pound roughly inside of you, while you're tied up all nice and pretty for me? Hmm? How does it feel?" Louis lets out a muffled moan at those words and flutters his eyes closed. Harry smirks, loving the sight of Louis in this position. He really wants to just let Louis go and scream and chant his name, beg for more, and moan as loud as he can, but he's probably going to have to wait for the other kids to have a night on the town. That way, Louis and Harry can fake being sick and the two can scream as loud as they wish.

Louis can feel a familiar feeling building up in his stomach, and he knows he's about to explode. "Harry!" he tries to say. "I'm gonna come!"

"What was that, Louis? You're about to come?" Louis nods quickly and moans again. Harry thinks for a good five seconds or so and finally decides to let Louis release. He leans into Louis's neck and breathes hotly on it, making chill bumps appear and with Louis shuddering. Harry smirks and makes a snap decision to get Louis to release. He flicks his tongue over Louis's skin again and again in that one spot behind Louis's earlobe that is driving the older boy absolutely insane. Then he sucks hard on it and nibbles on it. Louis is so close, he can't even stand it, but Harry knows it's not enough. Louis is strong and can last through just about anything. Harry bites Louis's spot hard and that is the trigger. Louis gasps and his eyes fly open in shock as he feels himself come abruptly over Harry's hand, his chest, and onto the headboard. He tightens around Harry, making the younger boy come right along with him. The two boys both ride out their highs and Harry takes his hand away from Louis's mouth, trying to balance himself out on the headboard do he doesn't fall over from the powerful orgasm. Louis bites his bottom lip so hard to keep himself from screaming, he can taste the blood seeping through his teeth. Harry is only breathing and whimpering a little, mumbling Louis's name occasionally. Louis doesn't know how he does it. Harry pulls out of Louis and collapses behind him, breathing heavily and trying to slow down his heart before it beat out of his chest. Louis falls over onto his side and tries to regulate his ragged breathing.

"Wow" is the only response the two boys have to their exotic, wild, and wet experience. Harry has never felt a high that powerful in his life. That definitely takes the number-one spot on his list of best orgasms of all-time. Louis cannot believe that really just happened. He just had sex with Harry Styles, his mortal enemy, his oldest friend, his only crush. Sure, it was rough, and he deserved it, but it was so worth it. Now he just needs to get Harry to untie him so he can take a shower and go to sleep. That orgasm really did drain him out of all his energy.

"Harry?" he asks in a timid voice. Harry looks up from his spot and over to Louis, who has his back towards him, hands still bound tightly behind him with the suspenders.

"Yeah Lou?" he mumbles.

"Can you untie me now?" Harry just stares at him for a moment, wondering if he should untie him and let go for the night or just let him lay there and whimper and writhe until the morning. But that was when he hears a knock on the door that make both him and Louis jump out of fear.

"Boys?"

Professor Dykes!

"What the hell is she doing here?!" Harry whispers loudly.

"May I come in?" Harry looks back at Louis, pleading fear etched in his eyes.

"Err... one moment please!" Harry calls back. He crawls over to Louis and forces him into the duvet, tucking it under Louis's chin.

"Sorry, mate," Harry whispers. "Have no time to untie you." He pecks Louis on the lips and rushes to put some pajama pants on. He unlocks the door and runs back over to the bed-quickly cleaning up some of Louis's spunk off the headboard. He gets under the covers with Louis and throws an arm around him.

Professor Dykes slowly opens the door to see an already messy room and the two boys that are supposed to hate each other snuggling in one bed together. She raises an eyebrow at the sight of the two boys. Harry is the first to pipe up.

"Louis is feeling a bit ale right now, Professor," he lies convincingly to her. As if on cue, Louis closes his eyes and groans, trying to cuddle closer to Harry. Although it is a bit hard to do, considering he's still tied up under the covers.

"Oh," Dykes says at the realization. "So you two have worked out your differences?" Harry nods with a smile.

"I believe we have."

"Well I'm glad. I just came in to make sure you haven't killed each other yet."

"We're good for now, Professor." Professor Dykes smiles, grateful that the boys have worked out everything.

"Mr. Tomlinson, do you need a doctor?" Louis shakes his head gingerly.

"Just some sleep, Professor," he croaks in his best sick voice.

"Well, I'll let you two be then. Good night."

"Good night, Professor!" the boys call out simultaneously as Dykes closes the door behind her. As soon as it shuts, Harry tosses the covers off and begins untying Louis's wrists. Louis sighs in relief and massages his wrists. He gets off the bed and rushes to the bathroom. Harry raises an eyebrow.

"Where're you going?" Harry demands.

"To take a shower," Louis replies. "You honestly think I'm going to sleep like this?" He points to his chest that is covered in his come. Harry shrugs.

"I think it's a good look for you." Harry beams that cheeky grin at Louis, who rolls his eyes and closes the door and turns on the shower. Harry simply moves to the other bed that is still clean and crawls in it, turning off the lamp and falling into a peaceful, Louis-filled sleep.

~*~

Harry gasps and jolts awake at the feeling of something biting and sucking at his neck. He looks around to see pitch black. Then he looks down to see Louis sucking and biting his neck. When he pulls away, he is smirking, obviously proud of his work. Harry's jungle green orbs widen as his hand flies to the wet spot Louis was sucking at. At the realization, he narrows his eyes at the older boy, who is just grinning like an idiot.

"Now we match!"

Harry cracks a small smile and chuckles. After all these years, some things never change. Harry leans in and kisses Louis softly on the lips, no lust in it, just sweet love.

"What does this mean for us now?" Louis asks in the kiss. Harry knows the answer to that question.

"We'll just have to see after this little vacation."

"Fair enough for me." Harry smiles into the kiss and lets go. The two lovers snuggle together, Harry's arms draped over Louis, and Louis back against him, immediately falling asleep.

Maybe this trip won't be so bad after all.