Young & Beautiful

HAS NO HEART, NO SENSE OF DECENCY, AND I COULDN’T GIVE LESS OF A
FUCK ABOUT HIM.”
And then he slams his bedroom door shut, leaving a gaping mouthed Niall in his wake.
**
The next day, Louis can barely sit through his classes, his mind only on one thing: his tutoring
session with Harry. Which already has his skin crawling.
It comes quickly enough, the day streaming by in tense anticipation.
But Louis is prepared this time.
Because, last night, when he was angrily doodling Harry being thrust into an active volcano, he
also made a new outline for his plan of attack. This one entitled: ‘No More Mr. Nice Guy’.
Because Louis is creative and original. And Louis takes his outlines very seriously.
If Harry is going to treat Louis like he’s a fool that’s worth less than nothing, just for the fun of it,
then maybe Harry needs some tough love himself. Being accommodating is clearly not the way to
befriend Harry Styles. So maybe a firm hand is.
When Harry opens the door for Louis, his glare is already present. He's donned in a full suit, bow
tie and all, in rich eggplant. “Yay,” he drawls wryly.
Louis glares back, doesn’t respond, and shoves his way roughly inside.
“Well, then,” Harry says, shutting the door. “I suppose your attempt at good manners has passed?”
Louis ignores him again, instead making to stand in the middle of the room, hands stuffed into the
pockets of his jean jacket. He stares ahead of himself, feeling the residual anger of yesterday at
Harry’s voice, little spikes of malice and offense.
Harry seems oblivious though, instead opting to sit in a large, vermilion chair, a teacup perched
between his fingers, legs crossed.
“And how are you today, Louis Tomlinson?” he asks casually, smirk disguised as a smile.
Louis’ head snaps toward him. “I’m not here to answer stupid fucking questions. Now, where’s
my outline?” he barks, expelling his pent up rage and frustrations, and it feels surprisingly good.
Maybe tough love will be Louis’ new thing.
Harry’s face flickers in surprise, before his composure reassembles, and he’s taking a large sip
from his teacup. “Well, obviously I haven’t started it yet since—“
“Then do it. I’m not here for small talk, so stop wasting my fucking time and let’s get this finished
so the both of us don’t have to be here any longer than we have to,” Louis snaps, and he sends
Harry his most withering glare, fists clenched at his sides.
Because, good, this is good. Louis is taking control, showing Harry he can’t just be a little spoiled
bitch about everything, and in turn, Harry will snap back and they’ll fight, and it will result in
mutual respect and understanding.
Louis waits, expecting the world to shatter at his words, or at least Harry’s teacup as he hurls it
across the room, but what actually happens is…odd.