Not Another Stylinson

What happens when Lucas Tomlinson meets Darcy Styles?
One Direction have been split up for 19 years now, Harry and Louis haven't talked since the break up and they never planned on talking again, that is until Louis' family moves from Doncaster to Belsize Park . Lucas has been drafted to a school of talent to play on the Football team. Lucas meets a girl at a party with the most gorgeous brown eyes, and brown curly hair, and man is she ever fit! They come to realise they live just around the corner from each other and Darcy convinces Lucas to be her dance partner for a competition of her dreams. Lucas hasn’t got an idea who Darcy's father is; his father doesn’t talk about his past. Will their fathers make peace between the One Direction family for their kids? Or will they forever stay Styles vs. Tomlinson.
(Swearing and explicit content. YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED)


11. Chapter 11

My dad lifted his head from the desk. his eyes bloodshot from what I assumed was lack of sleep. Could have been from crying; he wouldn’t admit that. either way, he was a mess. 

“Lucas.” he said seriously. “I have to set things straight.” he said. I took a seat in front of his desk without a word. He folded his arms in front of him and rested them on the desk. “Lucas I’m afraid Darcy may not be the best for your career, and its best that you just stay away from they Styles. They are no good.” Dad kept talking about not wanting to see her around and how spending too much time around her would effect my football career. But that was a load of bollox. I stood to my feet and without a word I stormed out of the room slamming the door behind me as calmly as I could I walked out of the house and as soon as my feet stepped out the front door and onto the  garden I began to run. I don’t know where I was running but I didn’t stop until my lungs were burning, grasping for air. 

“FUCK!” I heaved leaning up against a big old tree to catch my breath. there was nothing around, not even a single house, but it was peaceful. I was just on the edge of a forest at the end of a road. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. There were a few messages from Darcy asking where I was and to message her back. I ignored them along with the phone calls from my mum and dad. Instead I scrolled through my contacts. If my dad thought Darcy was distraction me well then he was in for a treat.

I placed my phone to my ear as it began to ring “Hello?” a familiar voice sounded through the phone. I closed my eyes and let the voice sink in.

“Harriet?” I asked.

“Yes.” she replied

“Would you take me up on that offer to hang out?” I asked 



“But its like 10 at night and its a monday.”

“Yeah, well its only 5 o’clock somewhere else.” I chuckled.

“Fine.” she sighed

“Can you get me. I’m not at home.”

“Where are you?”

“That I’m not too sure about.”

“What does that mean Lucas.” she said frustrated

“It means i am lost and need you to come find me.”

Harriet sighed. “What are you close to.”

“An old tree.” I smirked.

“That is so helpful.” she said sarcastically.

“I don’t know I left my house about two hours ago and ran north.” I shrugged

“You went for a run at 8?” she said “You could have got yourself killed you know, London isn’t always that safe!” 

“Well it was 3 o’clock somewhere.” I joked

Harriet sighed drastically. “Stay there I’ll find you.”

“My hero!” I cheered.

“Bye Lucas.” she said sounding a little bit annoyed before hanging up.

 two hours later Harriet showed up driving in her old pickup truck that was just a little bit rusted on the sides and the red paint on it was chipping just the slightest. “What took you so long.” I joked 

“Your directions suck.” she said still sounding a bit angry. 

I jumped into the passenger side “Aw don’t be like that babe.” I said putting my hand on her knee. For a moment a saw her tense but not long after she relaxed. “So where to?” I asked

“I know a place just through here.” She said before driving through a small path that was just big enough for her truck. How the hell did I not even see that there. “Sometimes people come here to just chill and stuff.” She shrugged. not far in we came to a clearing and sure enough the place was almost pact. Cars and trucks were parked all around a pit that was lift way up in the middle. People were sitting in fold up chairs or in the back of trucks. When Harriet and i drove up it seemed as though most of the people seemed to know exactly who she was. It was hard to believe that the girl sitting next to me in a floral high waisted skirt and a black crop top with purple flats would be hanging out in a crowd like this. 

“Hatty!” Someone called as she jumped out of her truck. “Its been a while, haven’t seen you at the pit for a few months, you left us all summer.” the guy said handing Harriet a beer. She took the drink from him and took a sip.

“Yeah well.” She shrugged. “Things have been busy.” she said.

“Who’s this?” he asked turning his attention to me when I came around the Harriet’s side.

“Lucas.” I sad.

“Well Lucas.” the guy said shaking my hand “Welcome to the pit, I’m Tom.” he smiled and everyone cheered. “There is a cooler of beer over there, help yourself, do what you want.” Tom said

“Tommy, come here!” a girl called from the other side of the fire. She was sitting in the back of a truck waiting for Tom.

“Gotta go, duty awaits.” Tom winked

“Gross” Harriet said punching Tom in the ram.

Tom chuckled “You had your chance Hatty” he said

“Quit calling me that.” she called after him as he started to walk away.

“You love it babe.” He called after her.

“Hey,” I whispered in her ear wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on her shoulder “Why don’t we get something to drink, yeah?” I said taking her hand and leading her over to the cooler that was almost all full of beer.


“Lucas stop.” Harriet giggled. I’m not much of a fan of giggling but it suited Harriet. 

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” I said twirling a piece of her hair around my finger. “So soft.” I whispered. We were sitting in the back of her truck around the fire. it was still so lively at two in the morning, people were still up laughing and just having the time of their lives. It was like in this place nothing even mattered.

“Lucas.” Harriet said seriously. “You’re drunk.”

“You’re pointing out the obvious.” I said. “And so are you, Hatty.” I teased softly kissing her shoulder and up her neck.

Harriet groaned “Don’t call me that.

“I like you Harriet.” I whispered.

“I know you are pissed out of your fucking mind and I am too and I like you too but…”

“Sh, Shhh” I said putting my finger over her mouth. “This is good, I’m fucking pissed, do you think I would lie to you?” 

“No, but.”

“No buts Hatty,” I said before giving her a kiss. 

“Don’t call me that.” She said against my lips. 

I smirked “You love it babe.” I said when our lips parted. My forehead was against hers

“Mmmm,” She hummed biting her bottom lip. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh little miss Harriet, what are we ever going to do with your stubborn ways?” I said before taking her lips with mine. My hand slid up her thigh just below the bottom of her skirt. Her skin felt so smooth under my hand I just wanted to touch every last bit of her.

“Lucas are you sure this is right?” She asked nervously.

“I want to believe it is.” I whispered. “Whatever you want babe.”

Harriet wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a kiss.


I woke up to a stream of light and a hard surface. Groaning I sat up catching a major head rush “What the fuck happened.” I said to myself.

“Shut up.” someone groaned beside me, thats when I realized I had said that out loud and that Harriet was laying beside me.

“Morning Hatty!” I said as cheerfully as possible 

“Fuck you.” 

“You’d like to.”

“I did.” and thats when it hit both of us, Harriet sat up her cheeks red.

“Well shit.” I said. “I mean, I didn’t meant it that way. I meant…”

“It’s ok.” Harriet chuckled “If you don’t want it to mean anything it won’t.” She said, sounding a bit too cool about the whole thing. 

“No, its not that. God no.” I said quickly. I grabbed Harriet and pulled her closer “I had fun.” I said softly, kissing her nose and then her cheeks before giving her an actual kiss. “Shit.” I finally realized. “I have morning practice in like two hours.” 

“I’ll drive you back to your place.” Harriet said.

“Thank you babe.” I said before getting off the back of the trunk. Harriet fallowed and I got into the passenger seat. The ride to my house was I don’t really know what to call it, it was kind of awkward, Not something I would have expected after the night we just had. “Well lets do that again sometime.” I said as she pulled up to my house. “I man the hanging out part, well maybe the sex part, thats up to you.” I winked 

“Don’t push it Lucas.”

“See you Hatty.” 

Harriet rolled her eyes. “Bye Lucas.”

I chuckled jumping out of the truck. “Bye Harriet.” I called running up to the door. I slowly opened the door and of all days it made the loudest creaking noise. 

“Lucas, is that you?” I heard my mum call

“Shit.” I whispered

“Where have you been all night?”

“Out” I said coldly

“That’s not an excuse.”

“Well it’ll have to do.”

“Lucas you better smarten up.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“And you have been out all night doing God knows what with God knows who. I am not taking this from you.” She said sternly. I leaned up against the wall crossing my arms over my chest. “You think this is funny? well its not. Just wait till your dad gets home.”

“We’ll if you don’t mind, in the meantime I have school and footy practice to go to.” I said before going up to my room to grab my stuff.

“You better come right home after school Lucas.” Mum called as I walked down the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah.” I said slamming the front door behind me.

“Late, again Mr. Tomlinson.” 

“Sorry coach.”

“Not acceptable. 40/40” He called out and I groaned 40/40 meant 40 of everything; laps, pushups, sit-ups, suicides, and burpees. then repeated again for another 40. On any other day I would have been ok with it, but I was running on very little sleep and a slight hang over. Apparently coach had noticed because the whole practice he went out of his way to blow that damn whistle in my ear, causing my headache to become a pounding headache. I wished so bad just to rip the whistle out of his mouth and toss it in a bush. “Someone a  little bit tired, perhaps partying too late?” Coach asked singling me out in front of the whole team at the end of practice. I didn’t respond, he knew the answer. “Hit the showers boys.” Coach dismissed us. “Not you Tomlinson.” he said grabbing my shoulder as I started to walk by. “A word in my office before school.”

“Yes coach.” I say.

“I had you come out here because I see potential, don’t prove me wrong.” He said. “No go get showered and meet me in my office.”

“Yes sir.” I say before running off to the change room.”

“Tomlinson.” the change room cheered as I walk in.

“Crazy night?” O’Conner asks throwing a towel at my face.

“Was it ever.” I begin to brag.

“The Tommo got action.” Someone shouted and everyone laughed. 

“So who is the first London victim?” O’Conner asked. “Did someone finally get Darcy?”

“No.” I chuckled.

“Was this a one time shag or?”

“Dunno, mate. But damn was it ever good.” The change room erupted in cheers once more.

“Get at her Tommo.” O’Conner said slapping me on my back.

I knocked on the door to Coaches office after showering and changing. “Yes come in.” he said I opened the door and slid into the room closing the door behind me. the office was filled with trophies and photos of previous years teams. “Tomlinson. Take a seat.” He said. I sat in one of the plastic chairs across from his desk. “What is going on with you?” he began. “Showing up late is one thing but hung over and sleep deprived is another. You’re lucky that is all because if I found out you were doing anything else I would have to take strict measures you know that right?”

“Yes Sir.” I nodded

“Good, now I don’t want to see you mess things up. most of these boys have been playing on the schools footy team for years before getting into this team. and I let you in on no circumstances. don’t make me think I made a bad choice. I don’t make bad choices. You are captain, you need to start showing that you are captain. you understand me?”

“Yes sir.” I said.

“Good, now get on to class.” He said “And thats coach to you.”

“Yes coach.” I said.


I see someone using Harriet, maybe? OH SNAP!


It's not as long as i hoped but i kinda got stuck here for a few days, so i thought i would just post what i have so i have something posted. 

As you may know there contest for NAS! This contest is a creative writing contest! As Not Another Stylinson is only going to be in Lucas' POV then that means you have the chance to write a POV of another character!! it can be based off of a previous chapter or made completely new like a one shot. I'll be extending it over the summer and it will end a week after i finish the whole story! you can submit as many as you like!!! for examples go see the ones @pineapple_noodle and @butterflygrl have posted! if you want to write five then write five! they can be in the POV of any NAS character and the top winners will have their short story put in here at the end! if you write one send me the link and ill be sure to read it!


oh and ALSO i'm thinking about doing fan art/signs for the book, idk what do y'all think? if you would submit one let me know and i'll do another post on it later if people will actually submit them, they will be displayed in the chapters along with a shout out!!!


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