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Louis x reader :))

I love writing about this cutie sm❤❤ In this fic basically the reader and Louis don't particularly like eachother at first. Little did they know these feelings of agression would fade away into blossoming love. Btw this is more like a modern au. So, basically both the reader and Louis are teenagers and students at Ericson. This was requested by its_aly_marie

       He was so mind numingly irritating. Every moment I looked at him was a waste of my time. It was like it was impossible for him take anything seriously. Always trying to be the class clown and please everyone.
      That was my initial impression of Louis. I was entirely oblivious of all the beauty lurking beneth the outward view. So unaware of how much I would come to need him. To need every bit of his love. He gave me a new, colorful veiw of the world. A wonderful world I was blind to.
     

       What he needs to understand is that I didn't come here to make friends and play nice. I came to Ericson because I did some fucked up shit and nobody wanted me anymore. I mean could I really blame them?
       I entered English class, like I had been for my first 6 days here. Finding a rickety wooden desk in the back corner of the room. It wasn't my assigned seat, but I couldn't put up with sitting by Louis and Marlon anymore. I mean that mullet was enough to scorch my appetite for days.
        Mostly, I just liked the idea of being isolated from the rest of the class. When I was alone I was most myself. I hadn't found anyone significant enough to change that, yet.
       Just as I was settling into my newfound comfort, I felt the presence of someone in front of me. Peering up, there was a finger pointing at the place I was sitting in. I followed the finger up to it's source. Louis
       "Y/n, I don't think that's your desk. Is it? Or am I having short term memory loss", his large finger tapping his chin. I knew he knew the answer to that question. No this wasn't my fucking desk. I didn't respond, per usual. This wouldn't detour Louis' task to bother me. No, of course it wouldn't.
      "Come on,y/n. Me and Marlon miss you up there. I mean it's a great view. There's the calk board and Marlon's glorious mullet", he did jazz hand. That comment almost made me crack, but I stifled the laugh with a scoff. "Marlon's mullet in nowhere near glorious. But, yeah no thanks. I think I'll stay here".
        Louis couldn't be discouraged, his insisting only increasing in volume. Until, it attracted the attention of our teacher. "Y/n, I do not believe that is your assigned seat. You're too old to be so disobedient". She lowered her glasses in my direction. I felt the stares of my classmates. Glaring at Louis as I pushed past him and found my actual seat. In the row, I was placed between Louis and Marlon. What a great combination.
       

          Lunch time was always the worst. I tried the cafeteria and courtyard, but I just didn't feel very welcome with any of the groups there. I had been forced to eat in the bathroom and I was in need of some new scenery.
          So, I wandered about inside. A ginormous winding staircase spiked my curiosity. Climbing the steps made my calfs burn. So, when I reached the top I took no time to contemplate, pushing open the heavy wooden block.
          Wonderous music filled my ears. Louis? He had told me numerous times he was a musician. I almost wanted to see him, he had slowly become less annoying and more...charming? Part of me almost liked his company now. Weird.
          As my eyes settled upon a grand piano and Louis. The chords stopped, he noticed my presence.
         "Hello,y/n. Come to visit me again? You know we have next hour together, right? I guess you just couldn't wait to see me", he chuckled at his own joke. "Uh, no. I didn't come here to see you...", I frowned, "I just-I was looking around". There was no way I would ever tell him it was really because I still had no friends and it was already my 6th week.
         Silence fell over us and I turned to leave. "Y/n, wait. I don't mind if you stay in here", he pleaded. My instincts told me to get the hell out of there, but when I looked back to Louis my heart softened.
         "Fine. But only because you begged me", I took my seat next to him on the piano bench. It was quite for a moment, then he started playing. It wasn't a tune I recognized, but it was calming. The song wasn't long, he turned to me as his fingers lifted from the keys.
        His eyes softened as he scanned me. "Y/n, I know how hard it is to make friends here. It's just a lot to take in, I get that. So, thanks for staying here with me. I hope that we can be friends or at least that you stop..hating me. Because at this point I'm a little worried you'll murder me in my sleep", his serious tone was replaced with a hearty laugh.
         Looking at my feet was all I could do. My mind couldn't think up a sufficient reaction. He was so kind to me, even though I was such an asshole to him. No one had every cared that much for me. Or at least they stopped caring after I had pushed them away so many times it was unbearable.
         This time could be different. I would make it different.
          Louis' eyes darted to the door, he looked discouraged by my silence. I laid my hand atop his, "Thank you. For being so good to me when all I do is push you away. I don't mean to, it's just what I always do. You deserve better and I-I don't hate you, Louis. You mean more to me than I ever thought you would-than I ever thought anyone would"
           His eyes widened, "I-wow. That was not the response I was expecting. I thought we were getting closer over the past weeks and well, it's good to know I'm not crazy". My smile was wide, probably the biggest smile I had shone in weeks. "You're not crazy. I felt that too".
          The sound of the bell rang in our ears. His kind eyes found mine, "Let's walk to class together, okay?". I nodded, while Louis grabbed my batered history book. I walked leaning against his shoulder slightly. He didn't seem to mind.

        Contarary to the sedate movement of time prior to Louis and my heart to heart. Weeks were flying by, maybe having companions was worth the extra effort.
        It wasn't just Louis that was my ally, he had introduced me to a few of his friends. He forced me out of my toxic mind and for that I was eternally grateful.
        We had found a routine that worked well. I waited for Louis at the piano everyday after our last hour, which we didn't have together. We would chat about our day and laugh more than I ever had in my life. It was all pretty mundane, but I enjoyed every minute of it.
       Today took a different tone, though. I had skipped my last hour because I just couldn't focus. There were so many feelings looming over me. Mainly sorrow.
        An office worker came into English class today to pass around letters from family to the students. Weekly this happened, typically I was able to bury my dismay as most of my classmates received envelopes.
         My family hadn't contacted me since the day I arrived here. Leaving me to wolow in my desperate need for their love. I missed them, no matter how often we fought. They were still my blood. Could anyone ever fill that void?
         There was a lump in my throat as tears welled in my eyes. Dripping down onto the piano keys. I hunched over, attempting conceal my sobs with my uniform sleeves. Plunging deeper into my mournfulness for the family that no longer needed me.
         Abruptly, the doorway was agape. The figure of a tall boy stepped into the room, Louis. "Hey y/n! You'll never guess what mitch did in-", he noticed my heaving sobs before I could stop them.
         His orbs filled with distress as he darted to my side. His large hand was rubbing circles on my back. Louis didn't ask questions, he knew how difficult it was for me to share personal things.
         I flung my arms around his shoulders as he pulled me into his broad frame. Still consistently rubbing my low back, "it's gonna be okay y/n. I'm here, I'll be here as long as you need".
        "Lou, why doesn't anyone love me enough to stay?", I chocked back the tears momentarily.
         I felt his chin lift from the top of my head, "what?". I repeated the question. "Y/n, I just don't understand why you would think that? What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?".
         He lifted my chin and our eyes locked for what felt like hours as I explained the depressing situation with my parents. His eyes were marvelous, different shades of brown and gold swirling around one another. I always had a thing for brown eyes. Everytime I shed a tear his face saddened, he was so expressive. Louis listened intently, pulling me closer to him. Silence came, once again. I had lost my will to speak.
           "Y/n, I love you", those words sent a jolt through my body. I hadn't heard them in an eternity, especially not with such meaning behind them.
           I tipped my head up, his face was so filled with emotion. I felt a magnetic compulsion forcing us together. Louis' hand lifted from my waste and found my flushed cheek. My eyes fluttered shut as our lips meet.
           I pulled away reluctantly, "Louis, I love you too. More than I've ever loved anyone before. You're my everything".
          We sat in comfortable silence, the tension slowly leaving us.
          All we had was eachother, but that was more than enough.