LOUIS
Louis hates Harry Styles on principle.
He's weird and annoying and he walks around like he's too good for everyone else, like he couldn't give a fuck what anyone else thinks of him. He does what he wants and that's that. He's a stupid frat boy who gets wasted at parties and sleeps until 2:00 PM on a good day and looks at Louis like he's something to be devoured and consumed whole.
Louis doesn't want to be devoured or consumed whole.
Styles is a trust fund baby just waiting it out until his parents kick it so he can inherit everything. He's getting a business degree right now but it doesn't really matter, since he'll just hire people to manage his money and assets anyways. In ten years he'll be kicking his feet back and relaxing at his place in Ibiza, or Maui, or Los Cabos, or wherever the fuck he wants to go. There's no need for him to work a day in his life. That bothers Louis.
Something else that bothers Louis is that he wears designer clothes to Monday morning lecture like that's a normal thing to do. Somehow he still finds his way into holey, well-worn white Walmart t-shirts every one in a while—usually when Louis is around. Maybe he can tell the $4,800 faux fur Saint Laurent coat freaks Louis out, and that's why he dresses down. The fact that he's doing something for Louis' sake bothers him even more than the fucking $4,800 faux fur Saint Laurent coat.
Since Louis is listing things that irk him, he might as well add the biggest culprit of all.
Nothing bothers Louis more than the fact that Harry Styles is his soulmate.
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Love Me Please (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionLouis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates.
