
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/678906.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Bullying, goth!harry, before_goth!1D
      was_even_a_thing!, Smut, Anal_Sex, First_Time, Fingerfucking, Finger
      Sucking
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-10 Words: 3052
****** Hate is just a failure of imagination ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     In which Louis is a closeted gay masquerading as a homophobe and
     Harry is wearing eyeliner
Notes
     Based off a prompt on Tumblr:
     harry is the new boy in school. he's openly gay and goth he wears
     eyeliner and has piercing and is just an easy target for bully's. he
     has a crush on louis. zayn, louis, and niall are the most popular
     straight guys. they start teasing harry and hitting pushing him
     around everyday. one day louis stays longer then the other boys and
     tells harry he's beautiful sexy and brave...louis wants him bad and
     starts kissing him having his way with him right there in the locker
     room. louis first time w/ boy
     (Sorry for the ineloquency of the prompt, I can't be bothered beta-
     ing it)
See the end of the work for more notes
Louis doesn’t want to be doing this. Really he doesn’t. It goes against
everything he thinks is right and it makes him feel weak and hypocritical and
generally a terrible human being. Mostly, though, it just makes him feel like a
liar. Because Louis doesn’t hate him – totally the opposite in fact! Despite
every impossibility and the sheer ridiculousness of it all, Louis thinks he
might just love him. And that scares the shit out of him.
Harry’s there now, watching them with that stupid cocky smile of his, the
bastard. He’s also checking out the arse of one of the other scene guys, who
winks at him cheekily when he notices the younger boy’s less than subtle
glances. Are they seeing each other? Why does Louis even care? And how does he
manage to be so fucking comfortable with his own sexuality when Louis’ stuck
perpetually in the closet?
Because everyone at school knows Harry’s gay, and no one knows that Louis is.
Gay, that is. Or bisexual. He’s not quite sure yet. Not that it matters anyway
because he’s not planning on ‘coming out’ to anyone for a good while yet, if
ever. God knows what his friends would do to him if they found out!
“... Louis?” Talking of his friends, they’re both staring at him now: Zayn, who
spoke the question that Louis has no idea how he should answer since he didn’t
hear most of it, and Niall, who’s giggling of course. When doesn’t he giggle?
Louis doesn’t much feel like laughing now as he tries to scrabble for an answer
before giving up and admitting defeat.
"What did you say, sorry?"
That sets Niall off laughing again, but Zayn simply rolls his eyes at him and
then repeats himself for his benefit.
"The fag," gesturing over to the goths (they all tend to hang around the same
tables in the corner of the lunch hall), Zayn doesn't need to explain further
because they all know what he's going to suggest. "How about they follow him?"
By which he means, let's go to somewhere no one can see and start bullying him
because he's gay and 'weird' and they're straight and popular. Except they're
not. Or at least, Louis' not.
But Louis can't object and risk looking suspicious, so he nods and they all
stand up almost simultaneously before walking over to where Harry is leaving
the hall with his bag slung over his shoulders nonchalantly, completely
oblivious as to what is about to happen.
They've been doing this for a while now - Zayn, Niall and him - and if Louis'
honest, he’s still not sure why. Something to do with the need to assert
authority, Louis supposes, or maybe just pure boredom. Even so, it's escalated
from a bit of name calling in the corridors to the point where they pushed him
down the stairs the other day much to the amusement of all the other students,
himself included.
That's the thing about Harry, though: he genuinely doesn't seem to give a shit.
After he'd picked himself up and made a show of brushing down his stupidly
sexily tight trousers, he’d laughed along with everyone else and then dared to
blow a kiss at Zayn before walking off. And instead of being shocked or angry
Louis was just ridiculously jealous that he hadn't blown the kiss to him. If
that's not fucked, he doesn't know what is.
Harry's not even really his type to be honest. Well, the fact that he has a
dick should make him not Louis’ type, but even ignoring that awkward truth he
isn't anything like the guys Louis normally secretly lusts after. They're
normally the usual Beiber-esque pop stars or real life lookalikes: all muscles
and tanned skin and bright smiles. But Harry's different in a way that should
be off-putting yet instead seems to make Louis even more attracted to him. He's
pale and lanky and always wears eyeliner which makes him look so sexy that it
should be illegal, and despite not being anywhere near his usual type Louis
can't remember ever seeing anyone as strikingly beautiful as him before in his
life.
Anyway, now is not the time to be thinking of such things, because they've
reached an empty locker room where Harry's finished shoving away his PE kit and
turns towards them with a knowing smile on his face.
"Morning, boys," he keeps up a nonchalant, light-hearted air which angers
Louis’ friends. How dare Harry be so confident in his every word and movement
when they all know he carries the weight of the immense (in their school
anyway) social taboo of being gay?
The two boys glare at him, whereas Louis is definitely not taking this as an
opportunity to stare at how absolutely beautiful he is. Not at all.
Louis really need to stop trying to figure out the exact shade of green of
Harry’s eyes, because Zayn's finished talking and Niall is reaching out a hand
to shove the younger boy into the lockers, then looks towards his friends for
approval. Clearly it's Louis’ turn to do something equally humiliating in order
to keep up appearances, but this is weighing more and more heavily on his
conscience as he considers the fact that he’s being made to hurt the person
he’s undoubtedly attracted to, or possibly even in love with.
It's a moral dilemma of the worst kind, which thankfully Louis is saved from
making a decision on by the electronic bell which begins to beep above their
heads to signal the end of lunch. His friends sigh and mutter something along
the lines of 'we'll get you later', however Louis can't help but notice the
relief in Harry's eyes and it makes him feel like an even more terrible human
being.
"Are you coming?" asks Zayn and Louis’ about to turn away when he catches sight
of the way Harry’s fiddling with his earring again and he knows there’s no way
he can tear himself away just yet.
“I’m gonna get something out of his locker,” the lie slips out easily. “Don’t
wait up for me.”
Then they go and it’s just him and Harry and complete lack of any idea what
Louis is doing.
The younger boy is just stood there, now, looking at him as though he's not
sure whether to cower in expectation of another blow or smile nonchalantly like
he always does. Louis' not sure why he’s still here to be honest, when both
Zayn and Niall are long gone, but there's something that is stopping him from
leaving without saying something - anything - about how he feels. After all,
when else is he ever going to have another opportunity to tell Harry this?
"Are you not going to go and play sport or something?" asks Harry, but then he
raises an eyebrow in a manner that makes Louis feel both weak at the knees and
incredibly horny at the same time. He likes to think that it's for this reason
that he lets the next words come tumbling out of his mouth.
"You know, I don't actually think you're just a queer emo freak."
The moment Louis' said it, he begins to regret it. That is, until Harry’s eyes
light up a little and he appears to be genuinely intrigued as he replies.
"What do you think of him, then?" he asks, straightening himself up from where
he’s been leaning against the lockers with a strange look that Louis doesn't
recognise in his eyes. The older boy’s not sure what to say in response to
Harry’s question: normally he'd just retort with something typically sassy, but
right now all his usual barriers appear to be breaking down because of Harry
fucking Styles and his fucking beautiful face that's pretty close to his now
Louis think about it, and his fucking deep voice that makes him sound sexier
than any 16 year old has the right to be, and his fucking silver stud earring
that he keeps playing with in what must be the most seductive way possible.
Louis hates him because he loves him so much, and that's probably why he does
something as stupid as saying what he does next.
"Actually, since you ask, I think you're brave and amazing and beautiful and
sexy..."
Hang on, did he actually just say that? Alarm sirens are going off inside
Louis’ brain, yet instead of seeming shocked Harry looks at him with a
strangely pleased look in his eyes.
“Beautiful and sexy? Are you sure you’re not describing yourself there?”
Without realising what he’s doing because his mind actually seems to have
stopped working right now, Louis take yet another step towards him so that
they’re almost face to face before replying.
“But I’m not brave like you.” The tension is almost unbearable, along with the
terrible possibility that Louis may have got completely the wrong end of the
stick even as Harry finally speaks up again.
“Are you going to kiss me now?” It’s a question but the way he poses it could
almost be a demand, and Louis know he’s not about to refuse.
“Yes.”
And then Louis’ kissing him and it’s the first time he’s ever kissed a guy
(unless you count that one time with Zayn when Louis was 13 that they’re not
allowed to talk about) and he’s got no idea what he’s doing but it somehow
still feels right. Louis really doesn’t give a fuck about anything because it’s
all so perfect and he’s so damn horny that he just wants to have Harry right
here and now, despite the fact that here is a school locker room and now is
about 20 minutes before the bell goes again and they’ll be surrounded by
people.
None of that matters when Harry’s tongue is in his mouth, so rather than
worrying about the idea of being caught, Louis grinds his crotch against the
younger boy’s to find that he’s also sporting an erection to match his own.
Thank God he seems to be enjoying this as much as Louis is! Louis’ got no idea
how far he’s going to let this go, yet he has no qualms with letting it
escalate.
Just as he’s thinking this, Harry almost seems to have read his mind because he
reaches a hand around his back and then down his pants so that he’s suddenly
grabbing his arse. Biting back a small noise of shock, Louis quickly returns
the gesture but dares to take it one step further by pulling Harry’s trousers
and pants down in one so that he’s suddenly half naked. His hands slide over
Harry’s hips towards his hard-on, which he then strokes before removing his own
lower garments as well.
Returning his fingers quickly to Harry’s achingly hard cock, Louis barely has
time to fist more than a couple of times up and down the shaft before Harry
grasps his hand gently and begins to manoeuvre it towards his arse. Louis can
guess what is coming next and stupidly decides to give his input on the
proceedings.
“Don’t they need lube or something to do this?”
For the first time ever that Louis’ seen, Harry blushes, colour flooding his
pale cheeks as Louis curses himself for being so ignorant and clearly ruining
the moment. It’s not until he mumbles out a reply that Louis realises the
embarrassment is not because of his statement but because of something else
entirely.
“I, er, I’ve got some in his bag actually...”
Louis wants to act cool as though this isn’t surprising at all, but before he
can so he’s already asking,
“Why the hell have you got lube in your bag?” He never has been too good at
subtlety.
Harry’s face turns an even darker shade of red while Louis wonder how his mouth
hasn’t got him killed or at any rate badly beaten up yet.
“Um, you know Kian in your year? We’re sort of, um...” Louis’ laughter causes
his voice to trail off and his expression turns to one of complete confusion,
so Louis quickly explains himself.
“Never mind ‘fag’, you’re quite a slag, aren’t you?” Louis tell him jokingly,
although secretly he’s a little bit jealous that Harry not only knows other gay
guys but they’re willing to sleep with him too. However what the younger boy
whispers in his ear next focuses him instantly back on Harry.
“I can be your slag if you want.”
With that Louis takes him in another intensely heated kiss and Harry rolls his
hips against his so that they moan into each other’s mouths so loudly that
Louis swears students in the nearby classrooms must be able to hear them.
“Just let me fuck you already!” Louis gasps, prompting Harry to break away for
just a moment to reach into his bag and take out a bottle of what Louis guess
correctly is lube, having never seen it before in his life. When he straightens
up, their painfully erect cocks accidentally brush together and shivers tingle
down Louis’ spine at the touch.
Louis wants him so badly, but something inside of him is nagging that Louis
tells him the truth: he has no clue what he’s doing!
“Um, Harry, I – I’ve never done this before.”
His head hangs down a little at the frankly embarrassing revelation; it’s an
utter surprise when instead of looking disgusted, Harry puts a finger under his
chin and nudges his head up so that their eyes link for the first time in a
clash of blue and green that echoes with passion, yes, but also with something
that might just be closer to affection.
This time the kiss isn’t exactly gentle, but it’s certainly a lot more
endearing, and when they break apart the atmosphere is totally different. Harry
is staring at him in a way that is a lot more than the product of simple raging
hormones, while Louis’ fairly certain that he’s got a rather lovesick grin on
his face too.
“I sort of guessed that, Lou,” he admits, unconsciously stroking the other
boy’s cheek with his fingers while his heart rather than his cock flutters in
excitement, then pecks him once more on the lips. “So I’ll talk you through it
all as we go along, OK?”
Louis doesn’t think he’s ever been this simultaneously grateful and turned on
at the same time before.
“OK then. Where do we start?”
Harry’s eyes light up at that as he grabs Louis’ hand and begins to move it
until his fingers are in front of his face.
“Two fingers,” prompting him without haste, Harry remains patient while Louis
takes a moment to work out what it is he means before curling back all his
digits bar the index and middle fingers. When Harry takes both of them in his
mouth he manages to make it amazingly seductive by coating them liberally with
saliva whilst swirling his tongue around as though imitating a blowjob. Or, at
least, how Louis imagines a blowjob would be if done by a guy.
Eventually Louis’ the one who grows impatient and pulls his fingers out before
positioning them next to Harry’s arse, despite not really knowing what to do
next. Harry seems to realise this, so encourages him to carry on.
“Just prep me, it’s fine.”
If Louis’ totally honest, he’s not quite sure what ‘prep’ means, but he can
guess fairly well and so sticks one finger and then the other into him.
Immediately Harry gasps in what sounds to him like agony and waves of guilt
begin to course through him.
“Sorry, does that hurt?” Louis asks, worried that he may have gone from one
position of causing Harry pain to a completely different one.
“It’s meant to hurt,” whispers Harry, and then Louis’ fingers brush against a
bump with a different texture, causing the younger boy to make a strange but
highly attractive keening noise while his pupils are blown even wider in pure
lust. “Oh his God, Louis – just fuck me already!”
How can Louis possibly refuse?
Snatching the bottle of lube that’s still in Harry’s shaking hand, Louis
drizzles a little on his fully erect cock before dropping it on the floor and
lining himself up against his hole, which his fingers are still stretching
wide. Louis knows enough to realise that if two fingers was enough to hurt
Harry then this is definitely going to cause significant pain, however this
isn’t enough to counteract the overwhelming desire that forces him to thrust
forwards into him after removing his hand.
The moment the tip slips inside him, Harry’s face contorts in pain, so without
even thinking Louis grasps his hand tightly to reassure him. At that Louis can
feel him relax, meaning that he’s able to push in further. Even so, Louis
doesn’t dare to give in to his urge to fuck him hard until Harry’s eyes open
once again and he leans forwards to whisper in his ear in a voice that’s even
deeper than usual, were that possible.
“Go.”
No further encouragement is needed: immediately Louis begins to thrust in and
out, revelling in the tight, velvety heat of Harry’s arse. Their joint moans
grow louder and louder to the point where Louis’ pretty sure that people on the
other side of the building can hear them, let alone just down the corridor.
Eventually Louis hits that spot again and Harry’s head falls forwards to mouth
the skin on his shoulder and bite a small purple bruise into his neck that’s
going to be hard to explain when this is over.
“Touch me!” His voice is raspy and hoarse and amazingly sexy, so there’s no way
Louis can resist moving his hand in between them and grasping his length in
order to pump up and down it desperately. Suddenly Louis can stand it no longer
and with a guttural cry he releases his seed inside of Harry, whose orgasm
follows quickly after in a mess of sticky hot cum all over his school shirt and
loud cries of pleasure and his swollen, spent lips pressed oh-so-carefully
against Louis’.
“I love you,” he whispers almost inaudibly, and Louis feels as though his heart
might burst from happiness.
And that’s when the bell goes.
End Notes
     This is legitimately one of my favourite prompts I've ever received.
     Goth!Harry is wonderful, as always, and though I'm not sure if I gave
     it justice here's hoping the smut isn't too shitty!
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
