Harry Edward styles and Louis William Tomlinson are two opposites of the same town. A hatred that flows in their veins boiling their blood at the sight of the other. But they have to work together. //Preview// "Get the fuck out Styles." Louis demanded looking at Harry with a piercing glare that could cut anyone who walked in front of him. "Don't tell me what to do." Harry bit his lip ring as he leaned up from the wall walking towards Louis closing in the little distance between them. Heels of his boots hitting the hard floor was the only noise in the room. Before Harry took another step he was slammed into the wall, an elbow pressed to his throat almost knocking the wind out of him. Louis pressed his elbow harder noticing the smug look on Harry's face wiped off. "I told you to get the fu-" Louis was interrupted by Harry grabbing his elbow and pinning it across his neck disarming him completely. "And I said, don't fucking tell me what to do." He spits the last word out, "Louis."