STYLES |l.s|

Prologue.

louis wakes up panting from another nightmare, "fucking hell." he mumbles under his breathe. he looks at the clock 6:45 it read. "might as well get up" louis says to himself as he gets off his bed and makes his way to the bathroom getting ready to start his day.

He's walking across the square when he sees an old mate from high school, "niall hey!" louis says as he goes up to niall and embraces him in a hug, which he returns. "how've ya been?" niall asks, taking note of louis' limp and cane. " eh, iv'e been better just got sent home from Afghanistan because of me leg here, bloody bullet went right through it." he sighs and kicks a pebble, "could've been worse though, so im lucky" they talk more when niall brings up, "hey, you wouldn't know anyone looking for a new flat and flatemate wouldya?" niall asks as they sit down with tea's in their hand. "actually, i've been looking, got anything good?" louis asks hopefully. "yeah, give me your number and i'll text you details where you guys can meet, but warning, he's a little off sometimes so cut him some slack for being straightforward and analyzing."

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i show up at a little café in the middle of town, and i spots niall and a back of a head, which he assumes is harry, the guy looking for a flatmate. "louis!" niall says as he shoots up from his chair and smiles ear-to-ear, "so glad you could make it. oh, this is harry styles, harry, this is louis Tomlinson." niall steps back and I get a full look at this hary guy. shit. please be gay. he stands up and I realize he's a whole head and a half taller. I internally huff, but I look him up and down. he's fit, i look back up at him and see him smirkinig, sizing me up as well. great he looks cocky already. "hello, im harry, harry styles, so good to meet you, nail's talked my ear off about you since we got here." he says slow and deep, raspy almost. i almost got a hard on just by his voice. i go out to shake his hand and i have to control my squeal when i see how big his hand looks against mine. i smile and keep the butterflies in my stomach down, "pleasure. hope all good things, huh neil" i laugh and sit down next to harry and across from niall. "well loubear, there's not many good things 'bout you" i hear harry stifle a laugh. i look over at harry, "something you'd like to say curly?" i turn to him. he just smirks and shakes his head, "nope. nothing at all lou-" he says, but i cut him off "excellent, i'd like a blueberry muffin and a small Yorkshire tea" i give him a cheeky smile. "bear" he finishes his sentence from before and i hear niall start to laugh. i groan and put my head in my hands, "you are never to call me that" he puts his hands up in defeat and stands to go order. i look over to niall whos grinning like a fool. "what?" i ask while i kick him under the table. "i see it now. larry stylinson" he waves his hand in the air representing the invisible word. "i ship it already, i'm your official captain. call me captain nialler." niall shouts the ending as harry is getting back. "okay captain time to sit and drink your caffine." harry chuckles and hands him his coffee and my muffin and tea. "thanks " i smile and take my muffin and start ripping pieces  off and popping them into my mouth. "oh god" i moan "please tell me the flat is close cause i need one of these daily" harry coughs and i look over at him and he's already staring at me, "uh, y-yeah, its actually right above here." i clap excitedly. "wonderful curly, lets go check out or new flat."

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"oh god" he moaned, jesus that's him eating food i can only imagine him in bed. he catches me staring at him and asks to see the flat, he grabs my wrists and yanks me out of my chair and up the stairs to the flat. he bounces up and down "hurry i wanna see." louis says impatiently "calm down princess" i say as i unlock the door and he rushes in to take in the view while i take in the view of him. his soft features in his face, his round ass, and thick thighs, god he's gorgeous. i see more than that obviously, because that's how i work. i see he's gay, thank god, he just got back from either Afghan or Japan, ex-army- no wait marine. he stands with too much authority to be army. he's buff, seems open but there are closed off parts to him i want to break down, he's wearing an outfit he only wears on special occasions, and only owns one pair of shoes, toms, and he hasn't been out recently since there isn't mud and it's rained that past couple of days- im interrupted by my thoughts when he clears his throat "why you staring curly?" he puts his hands on his hips "enjoying the view" he says. sass, i'll add it to the list. "yes i quite do, but im analyzing" i say as i lean against the door frame with my arms crossed smirking as he looks at me confused. " you just got back from either Afghan or Japan, ex- marine. your wearing an outfit you only wears on special occasions, and you only own one pair of shoes, toms, and you havent been out recently since there isn't mud on them and it's rained that past couple of days. how off am i?" i smirk as his jaw drops. "what the fuck."i just smirk again. this is going to be fun.