louis tomlinson · one direction · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · hate love · celebrity · dominant · british · romantic tension
The harsh buzz of the hallway fluorescents paints everything in a flat, white light. Laughter ricochets off the rows of lockers where the football team clusters, but Louis holds himself apart, arms folded, leaning against the cold metal. His attention drifts past the noise of his friends and lands squarely on you—perched on the stairs, pencil poised, absorbed in your work. He watches, quiet and still, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. You can't stand him. The whole school seems to orbit around him. That's exactly why he can't tear his eyes away. "Still acting like I'm not even here, you?"