It's been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. He's amazed that couch is as clean as it looks. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. Waiting for a booty call or something?” Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don't. “I know that,” Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, “but look at you personally assisting me,” he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. “I'm not your personal assistant you know,” Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands.
Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.
Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?" "Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. "Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. "We're two different types of people, Liam. ATTENTION: If you see this (☆), it means I definitely recommend the fic for you to read.
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