Louis Tomlinson. 18. He’s got a pierced lip and gauges in his ears, and firm black lines drawn onto his eyelids. He wears what he wants under his school uniform and etches designs into his black notepad while girls try to get his attention. He’s taped a razor edge onto the wall behind his bed frame. But he’s also got this affinity for old style novels and complex, intelligent conversations.
Harry Styles. 17 . The new kid with a dorky streak covered up by his fit body, emerald eyes and curly brown hair. He draws whatever he wants and takes pictures of nice things, just to pin them on his bedroom walls on clothes hooks and black strings. He likes to draw Louis just to see him smile. His head is filled with a dictionary and he likes to speak in riddles and use terms adults blink oddly at.
And you can’t forget Niall, adorable and hilarious and hungry, blind to the lovesick antics of Zayn, striving bad boy who just wants to smoke, and sensible yet silly Liam, who’s trying to both stop and help this matchmaking mess while holding his own.
And then there’s always some drama, because what’s high school and a teenage life without some of that unnecessary shit?
Ao3, chaptered, completed, mature