They soulmatched in the beginning of October. The only good thing about that is the promise of cooler weather, allowing Louis to constantly wear scarves to cover up his mark without looking totally ridiculous. Most people know what's beneath it, though they're too kind or awkward about it to say anything.
Styles knows. At least, he must know. He's never said anything about it because Louis never gives him the chance. The scarves aren't exactly inconspicuous. Everyone knows.
He isn't wearing a scarf when he goes to a party, gets fucked again by some random guy, and has Styles drive him home at the end of the night. It's probably the first time he's ever seen it up close and Louis witnesses the moment he notices because his breath catches in his throat and he stares a little too long before looking back to the road. Louis curls his body into the seat and stares out the window, wondering when and why his life turned to hell.
They've never discussed Louis' hatred for him but it's been painfully obvious ever since he ran away the night he was kissed in front of hundreds of people. When Louis thinks about it he still feels that same humiliation he felt that night, the humiliation Harry Styles put him through. The ache in his heart is still there as well. He wonders if his soulmate feels it too, or if it's just some unlucky side effect of matching that only he is graced with.
They've pulled up to Louis' dorm building when he opens his big ugly mouth. "Lou-"
Louis puts his hand up, dismissing him as if he is nothing. "Don't. Don't say anything and don't fucking call me that."
"Please-"
Louis gets out of the car faster than he ever has, and slams the door shut hard.
He spends his night curled up in bed, two hands clasped tightly over his throat to hide his mark even in the darkness.
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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.
