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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Zayn_Malik, Louis_Tomlinson, Eleanor_Calder
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, mostly_just_fooling_around, Pining_Louis,
      Teacher_Louis, Teenage_Harry, A_bit_of_light_angst
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      Autumn_Cozy_Fic_Exchange
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      Published: 2014-11-13 Words: 7240
****** Thanks to Mrs. Gregory ******
by littlepinkbow
Summary
     Harry's maths teacher falls ill and Louis is the new-to-teaching
     replacement. Harry is a typical teenage boy and Louis just can't
     figure out how to get past it.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was 8:30 PM on a Sunday evening when Louis’ phone rang. He wasn’t expecting
the call and it made him jump slightly, spilling tea on his jeans and cursing
softly as his wiped his hand on the couch, sliding his thumb across his phone
before pulling it up to his ear, “Yeah?” He answered, his tone slightly annoyed
as he figured it was one of his friends calling him for a favour. He hadn’t
been in the mood for much lately. After finishing school and graduating with a
teaching degree, Louis hadn’t been able to find a job teaching anywhere and he
had taken an office job. Answering phones, filing papers, and just being a
general help around the office and it had been okay. It had been okay until he
was laid off two weeks ago; “there just wasn’t any work” anymore, and it had
been two weeks. Two weeks of secluding himself in his flat and constantly
looking for a job. The search seemed endless and Louis’ patience was drawing
thin; in his head there was a serious competition between whether his bank
account or his patience was more slim and today, his patience was winning out.
A lady, who must have been in her mid-forties and quite distinguished by the
sound of her voice, cleared her tone down the line before speaking, “Is this
Louis Tomlinson?”
Louis quickly sat up and nodded before realising that the woman on the other
end of the line couldn’t see him, “Yes ma’am, yes it is.” He said, pressing his
lips together and trapping the phone between his ear and shoulder. This freed
his hands to twist together into a nervous knot and fall into his lap. It was
awfully late for someone to be calling about a job, but there was always
hoping.
“This is Monica Douglas from Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School,” She said, and
in her words Louis hoped she hadn’t heard his sharp outtake of breath. “I
realise we are a bit of a drive from your current hometown, but one of our
maths teachers has fallen quite ill and I wanted to see if you’d like to fill
in for her for the time being.”
Louis swallowed quickly and he could hear his tongue click against the roof of
his mouth in his head, “Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, I’m sorry. That sounds
wonderful.” He corrected himself, glancing around his apartment and realising
he was in no shape to be ready to teach tomorrow. “What time will you need me
there, then?” He asked, pushing himself up from his couch as he began to
worriedly pace the small living room of his flat. Was he meant to get a hotel?
How many days would he be there for? What if he completely failed at this?
“If you could arrive around 7 tomorrow we can sit down and review some of the
lessons. I also would like to put you in touch with a few of the other teachers
and you may find that it will be easier for you to stay with one of them. I’ve
spoken with them already about that possibility.” Monica’s voice was exact, to
the point, and her word choice made Louis feel like she could scare anyone into
letting Louis bunk in with them for the time being.
“That sounds really good, I will definitely be there tomorrow morning. By 7.”
Louis confirmed, and he cringed just slightly. Rolling back the clock in his
head and realising to get there in time he would probably need to be up and
getting ready by about 3 AM and that was enough for Louis to want to curl up
into a ball at the end of the couch.
“Thank you, Mr. Tomlinson.” Monica said curtly, “Please keep my phone number
and if you have any issues be sure to contact me. We do appreciate your
willingness on such short notice.”
“Thank you, Mrs.,” Louis paused, rifling through his head to remember what her
name was, “Mrs. Douglas. I do appreciate you considering me for the position
and you won’t regret it. Have a lovely evening.” When he heard the woman on the
other end ring off, he rolled his eyes at himself. ‘You won’t regret it,’
really Louis, shaking his head he shuffled his way through his flat to pack a
suitcase.
Louis looked up from where he was half bent over into his closet and tossing
items out near his suitcase when his roommate, Zayn, entered. “I’m going to be
filling in for a teacher in Holmes Chapel. Don’t know for how long, but I’ll be
back on the weekend, for sure.” He said when he had himself back upright and he
looked across the room at his friend.
“That’s good, right mate? I wonder how long that teacher you’re filling in for
will be out? Did you ask? What about how much they’re paying you?” Zayn let
himself into Louis’ room to help organize his suitcase, folding his trousers
and gently laying them into the case. Zayn was an artist, and although his art
was about as abstract as it came, he was otherwise very practical - and that
practicality was reading on his face as he waited for Louis to answer his
questions.
“Oh, uh. I’m not sure. She just said she’s ill. Didn’t ask about pay. Figured
some money is better than no money.” Louis said with a shrug, “Least I could
get a bit of experience. Maybe end up with a proper job one of these days.”
Louis pulled a few shirts down off the hangers and carried them over to Zayn
where he waited for the other male to fold them carefully into his case.
10:30 PM. Louis was completely packed, his case carefully stored in the boot of
his car and he was anxiously laying in bed. What would he do if he hated all
the other teachers there - what if none of them wanted Louis to bunk in with
them while he was staying there? He considered taking a pillow and blanket just
in case he ended up sleeping in his car, but Zayn shook his worries away and
stashed a few extra pounds in Louis’ wallet just in case he needed to get a
hotel. Louis was thankful to have a friend like Zayn, they had met in uni and
before he could think of anything else, they were inseparable. Zayn had been
the stick to your dreams and you’ll accomplish everything type and Louis had
always envied that. Although when it came to being a teacher, there wasn’t much
of a dream aside from getting a job then, was there?
*
When Louis pulled into the parking lot of Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School it
was 6:30 AM and he was exhausted. The drive really wasn’t bad, there wasn’t
much traffic, and he maintained that it was because no one was stupid enough to
get up that early. Either way, he grabbed his satchel from the car, his laptop
and phone tucked down inside of it along with a notepad and a few pens. Finding
the front door, Louis walked across the cobble ground, kicking at the few loose
rocks he found before letting himself into the school. Unsure of what the dress
code was, Zayn and he had decided he should wear dark blue trousers, a white
long sleeved button down and a tie to pull it all together. It wasn’t that he
was uncomfortable, this just wasn’t his normal style and Louis avoided the urge
to reach up and loosen his tie he had just tightened before exiting his car.
“Are you Louis, then?” A voice came from behind Louis, the voice of a female,
who sounded much softer, much nicer than the woman on the phone from the
previous night. Louis turned around while nodding before opening his mouth to
speak, his voice a little hoarse from not being used for several hours, “That’s
me. I’m Louis.” He said, holding his hand out towards the female in front of
him and waiting for her to shake it.
“Nice to meet ya, Louis. I’m Eleanor. I teach English.” The female, Eleanor as
Louis know knew her, said before depositing her hand into Louis’ and shaking
it. “Mrs. Douglas said to be on the lookout for you. She always mentioned you
needed a place to stay, so if you still do, I’m around.” She finished, nodding
down the hallway towards where Louis assumed the office must be.
“Nice to meet you, Eleanor. Thank you for that offer, I may have to take you up
on that. M’not sure how long I’m meant to be here really,” Louis said
shrugging, the fingers of his right hand curling around the leather strap of
his satchel, keeping it on his shoulder. “Thanks for showing me where the
office is as well,” He said lightly as they reached the door, boldly marked as
the office and Louis nodded towards Eleanor before letting himself through the
heavy wooden door.
“Louis, that must be you.” The same voice Louis recognized from the previous
night said, exiting from an office in the back corner of the larger office he
was in. The woman attached to the voice was just as Louis had expected, her
business suit starched to perfection and her hair pulled back into a tight bun
low at the back of her head. “I’m glad to see you’ve made the drive here. I do
appreciate your willingness on such short notice. If you’d like to come in and
have a seat we can review the lesson plans and then I will show you to Mrs.
Gregory’s classroom and help you get settled in.
*
Two hours later, Louis had been briefed on what seemed like every student,
every technique, every rule of the school and he was sat behind a large oak
desk as students filtered into the classroom. Flipping the lesson plans again,
Louis was sure that he could make it through this day and once you made it
through the first, the ones that followed couldn’t be much worse, could they?
Glancing from the class roster to the students entering the class, Louis chose
names off the list for each student that he saw. He was certain that he was
choosing the wrong names and he knew that it would come back to haunt him when
he continually called the students the wrong names, but it provided something
for his nervousness to settle upon. Something to keep him from shoving his
things back into his bags and heading right back to Doncaster where he
belonged.
Tapping his fingers on the desk to resist the urge of reaching into his bag for
his phone, because surely someone had texted him. Surely one of his friends was
worried about how his day was going and if was okay or not. Just as Louis got
up from the chair he had nearly glued himself to to shut the door he glanced
around to the one empty seat left in the room. Crossing to the door, his
fingers curled around the wood of the door and he had it almost closed when a
hand curled around the door from the other side, just barely brushing Louis’
hand to keep the door from shutting.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The voice attached to the hand spoke as the boy both
things belonged to let himself into the room. He reached up to push his fingers
through his hair gently, twisting at the curls and tugging on it as he dropped
his attention down and made his way to the one empty desk.
Louis blinked at the blur, slipping into the room, the stroppy teenager with
his messenger bag falling off of his shoulder and the scowl set firmly between
his eyebrows. “Okay, then.” He said, pushing the door shut and letting his eyes
settle over the classroom. “Well as you can tell, I’m not Mrs. Gregory, but I
do understand you were meant to have a test today, and we will go ahead and
continue on with that.” Louis said, hoping that the slight shake in his voice
was only noticeable to himself. As it was, Louis made his way back to the desk,
retrieving the tests and passing them out to the classroom.
When he returned to the desk to sit down, he glanced around the room, amazed
that there was a classroom of teenagers who were actually listening to him.
Actually taking him as a proper teacher and doing their test. Catching his
elbow on the desk, Louis rested his head in his head and studied the students
as they did the work. About halfway through his study of the students his eyes
landed on the stroppy one. The warm brown curls falling into his face and just
the tip of his tongue poking out between his pink lips and no. No, Louis was
not studying the way that the curly headed one’s lips curved around his tongue,
the way that he looked like he was angry at nothing, the way he had stumbled
into the class closer to late than not and he just wasn’t going to do this. Not
now, not when he had his first proper shot at a real job, not ever.
“Um,” Louis said clearing his throat and flattening both of his hands on the
desk in front of him before he began to speak again, “If you don’t mind, when
you’re done with your tests, bring them up here so I can make an attempt at
learning each of your names.” He let a breath escape through his lips when he
had finished speaking, glad that he was doing this. He was holding it together.
Sitting back in the chair, Louis flipped the lesson plans in front of him,
silently talking himself through the different lessons that he would most
likely end up teaching. From what he had learned earlier in the morning, he
might have this position through the end of the term, and the thought of having
to work through all of the lessons required was more than enough to give Louis
anxiety. What if he ended up just being an awful teacher? He was quickly drawn
from his thoughts when a student appeared in front of him, holding her test and
quietly leaning down and introducing herself to Louis. Louis replied with a
wide smile, focusing on the students face for just a moment to try and memorize
the face and the name together.
Louis was focused on reviewing the answers on one of the students test when he
heard a small sound in front of him and a paper landed on top of the one he was
looking at. “Soz,” The voice said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Looking up to find the stroppy curly haired teenage boy, Louis grabbed the test
and raised one of his eyebrows at the younger male in front of him. “That’s
fine.” He said, his voice just above a whisper so as not to disrupt the other
students in the class.
“Anyway, I’m Harry.” The curly haired boy spoke, his arms still crossed over
his chest and his fingers digging into his biceps gently. Staring down at the
teacher in front of him, he was almost certain that the man, who couldn’t have
been much older than him, was probably not actually a real teacher.
“Nice to meet you then, Harry. Is everything alright?” Louis asked, sitting
back in the chair to look up at Harry, focusing more on the way his fingers
were turning white against his arms than Harry’s face. “You just seem a bit
upset, is all.” He said lightly, not sure why it was that he couldn’t stop
himself from talking.
“I’m fine,” Harry said with a shrug, stepping back from the desk, “It’s not
like you really know me anyway, so how would you know if I was upset, mate?” He
questioned, the attitude coming from completely apparent as he turned on his
heel and went back to his desk.
Louis blinked his eyes slowly, almost in disbelief at Harry as the curly haired
boy made his way back to his desk, sitting down and stretching his long legs
out in front of him. Louis swallowed as he shook his head and focused his
attention on Harry’s test in front of him. On top of Harry’s attitude, the
further Louis looked through his test, the more answers he saw left blank.
Letting out a soft huff, he pushed it into the stack with the other tests and
waited for the rest of the students to finish.
A weeks time had passed and Harry hadn’t gotten any friendlier towards Louis.
Or maybe, just any more friendly at all. From what Louis could tell, he was a
stroppy teenage boy, throwing his bag on the ground and scowling about every
little thing that happened. As it was, Louis couldn’t stop himself from
focusing on Harry’s bouncing curls, his big eyes, and his hands. His hands of
all things. It wasn’t that there was anything special about Harry’s hands,
except that they were big, paired with nice long fingers - and that was
definitely an idea that Louis was not entertaining.
Louis turned back from the white board where he had just finished writing the
homework assignment, knowing there were just moments left in the class and he
glanced in Harry’s direction before clearing his throat, “Harry if you don’t
mind staying around after class, I need to have a conversation with you.” And
before he even had a chance to process the roll of Harry’s eyes, he glanced at
his watch and looked back up to the class. “That’s all for today, I’ll see you
all next class.” Louis said with a nod, sitting down at his desk and twisting
his hands together over top of the desk.
For a moment, Louis took pride in himself in doing what it was he had always
wanted to do. He was really teaching a class. He was teaching a class and for
the most part it seemed like all the students took him very seriously. All with
the exception of Harry. Louis couldn’t figure Harry out. He seemed to
understand the concepts in class, the few times Louis had called him to the
board to solve a problem he seemed to do fine, but when it came to his
coursework he either didn’t complete it or didn’t put any effort into it.
Louis’ brain shuffled through a few different classes he had been in, classes
where they had talked about the right way to talk to students, the right way to
make them feel like there was an open line of communication between yourself
and the student, but he was completely lost on if they had talked about doing
any of those things with a stroppy, gorgeous student.
“Is there something you wanted?” Harry asked, still sat back in his chair, his
legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle and his hands linked together and
resting gently on the desk. “Because, if it’s okay with you, I really don’t
want to spend the rest of my day here.”
Louis quickly pushed himself up from his chair, the sound of the wooden chair
leg against the linoleum floor making him shudder as he walked around to lean
against the desk. “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on with you,
Harry. You didn’t answer the majority of the questions on your test and you
don’t do any of your assigned work.” Louis was certain he didn’t let his voice
waver at all, but he kept his eyes focused on Harry, hoping for something,
anything that would let him see inside of Harry’s mind.
“Okay.” Harry said, moving his hands up to cross over his chest, sitting up in
his seat as he looked back at Louis, a blank stare before he spoke again, “Is
that all then?” He raised his eyebrow with his question, reaching down to pull
his satchel onto his desk.
“You didn’t even answer my question.” Louis said and frustration boiled through
him. Why was Harry so difficult, why was he so determined to not let Louis help
him. Louis was determined not to fail at this, not to fail at teaching and even
more particularly, not to fail at teaching Harry.
“You didn’t ask me a question, Mr. Tomlinson.” Harry said, clicking his tongue
slightly on Louis’ name, standing up from his desk, tossing his satchel over
his shoulder as he nodded towards the door, “Ms. Calder down the hall is great
with English,” and with that Harry was gone. He didn’t even look over his
shoulder at Louis, he just let himself out the door, closing it with a click
behind him and that was the end of it.
Louis was speechless, reaching up and pushing his fingers through his hair and
shaking his head slightly. Louis almost had no idea what had just happened, but
he did make a mental note to talk to Eleanor about Harry, hoping she had some
insight. Louis laughed at himself as he packed up his things to leave, just a
few short weeks into teaching and he was already spending his time outside of
school talking to other teachers about the students. The thought that maybe he
really was meant to be a teacher brought a soft smile to his lips.
*
Eleanor had promised Louis she knew a great coffee shop they could go to talk
about all the things on Louis’ mind. Well almost all the things, he had no
intentions of telling the girl how he couldn’t get the thought of Harry’s hands
out of his mind. He was certain that was probably cause for him to lose his
job. Probably cause for him to never be a teacher again.
When the two approached the coffee shop, Louis pulled the door open for Eleanor
and pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head as he walked inside behind her.
“It’s so nice to actually be out somewhere,” Louis said, glancing up as he did
and when he did, the first thing he was greeted with was fluffy, brown curls.
Harry. Louis closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head.
“A lot of the students work in here,” Eleanor said, a smile coming to her lips
as she waved to a few of the students behind the counter that were waving to
her, but Harry wasn’t, Louis noted. “I had study hours here last term and that
went over really well,” She explained, stepping up to the counter to order
coffee and a muffin, paying and stepping off to the side.
Louis couldn’t believe that out of all the places in Holmes Chapel, he ended up
in the same place Harry was. Louis gave a small nod towards Harry, who didn’t
react at all, before stepping up to order his own tea and a scone. Digging a
few notes from his wallet, he paid for his food and joined Eleanor at the other
end of the queue to wait for their things.
Just a moment later, their orders were placed on the counter and the pair
retrieved their things, finding a table in the back corner of the shop to sit
at. At least it was fairly secluded, giving them an opportunity to talk
privately.
“Do you know what’s up with Harry?” Louis asked almost immediately upon sitting
down, his fingers wrapped around the warm mug holding his tea.
“I’ve not had a lot of problems with him.” Eleanor said thoughtfully, breaking
her muffin apart to begin eating it. “I mean, apart from him being a teenager,”
She laughed as she started to eat her muffin.
“He skips almost all his work.” Louis said with a soft sigh and he couldn’t
believe that it was another day, another time he wasn’t going to learn anything
more about Harry Styles.
“I have a few of those,” Eleanor said thoughtfully, moving to her coffee to sip
softly on it. “I can’t figure out if it’s that they don’t care, or they think
I’ll just let it slide. Have you spoken with Harry about it?” Her voice was
inquisitive but soft as he met Louis’ eyes over their mugs.
“I’ve tried, but he’s not been the easiest one for me to get through to yet.
It’s not that he doesn’t understand, because he does fine in class.” Louis let
out a soft sigh, glancing over at Harry who was half hidden behind some sort of
large coffee machine, his eyes on Louis and Eleanor. Louis quickly looked back
to Eleanor and shook the thought out of his head, not letting himself dwell on
why Harry was hidden watching the two of them.
Eleanor nodded and gave Louis a soft smile, “I think it’s all about not giving
up, you know what I mean? You’re doing so well so far, so I think just keep it
up and you’ll do just fine.”
*
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, actually, two months to be
exact and Mrs. Gregory still had not returned - it was looking more and more
like she was going to head into an early retirement and Louis had been
tentatively asked to finish the school year in Holmes Chapel.
When he was asked, he took the time to really decide if it was what he wanted;
in the few short months he had become attached to the students, the other
teachers and really everything else, but there were still the bright green eyes
and unmanageable curls that crept into his daydreams. In the end, Louis decided
he was an adult and that this opportunity had been the best one presented to
him and he easily agreed to stay as long as they needed him.
Louis and Eleanor often spent time at the coffee shop together, grading papers,
talking about traveling, watching people, or Louis’ favourite, him talking
about football while Eleanor nodded and pretended there was any part of her who
cared. That’s how they had ended up here this Saturday anyway, tucked away at
their usual table, talking about life’s happenings. Not long after being there,
Eleanor had to leave, as she had told Louis before and he got up to give her a
hug, kissing her cheek gently and sitting back down, his attention falling to
the book he had brought with him.
Louis got through a chapter of his book before he looked up to identify the
source of the gentle knocking on the table he was sitting at and of course, of
course it was Harry Styles, looking at him with one eyebrow raised and an
accusatory look on his face. “Hello Harry.” Louis said closing his book and
resting both of his hands on top of it.
“You and Ms. Calder are getting pretty serious then aren’t you?” Harry said by
way of greeting, resting his right elbow on the table and his head in his hand.
Louis was silent - staring at Harry and trying to figure out if Harry was
jealous. He didn’t seem jealous, in fact, he didn’t seem bothered at all and
that was almost the slightest bit annoying to Louis. Louis wasn’t conceited by
any means, but he knew he wasn’t hideous looking and he had noticed Harry
flirting with another boy in the hallway, not that he would ever admit to it.
When he realised he had been dumbly staring at Harry and saying nothing for a
moment he quickly shook his head and let a laugh leave his lips. “Uh, think
you’ve got it all wrong, Mr. Styles.” Louis said, and if he used Harry’s
surname to be just the slightest bit condescending, it wasn’t his fault. “Not
sure when my personal life became your concern, anyway.” And, okay. He hadn’t
completely lost his touch.
Harry’s look shifted from interested to amused and he brought his hand up to
cover his mouth as he laughed quietly, “Not really my concern, is it? Just
thought I would try to be a little nicer to you.”
“If you wanted to be nice to me, Harry Styles, you’d finish your homework on
time so I didn’t have to spend all my free time harassing your lovely mum over
your inability to complete any assignments.” Louis said picking his book up and
flipping aimlessly through the pages as he looked at Harry.
“Well, maybe I’ll consider that.” Harry said, his attention shifting back to
the counter before he got up and shrugged towards the counter, “Guess I better
get back to it.” He said, turning to walk the short distance back to the
counter, not stopping to turn around and look at Louis.
Louis leaned to the side and tucked his book into his satchel before getting up
to leave the coffee shop. He called Zayn on his walk home, mostly to tell him
how proud he was that he hadn’t fallen over his feet again in front of the
terrible teenager from his class. Zayn laughed at him, because that’s what Zayn
did best, but Louis went to bed that night feeling slightly better about
himself.
And if Harry turned his homework in complete and on time Monday morning, Louis
marked it up to just being a coincidence.
*
The end of the school year seemed to be right around the corner and it settled
a bit of anxiety in his stomach. He had grown attached to his students, his
school, to Holmes Chapel as a whole and although he was looking forward to
heading home to spend some time with his friends and family, he worried he
would be leaving the life he had created in Holmes Chapel behind forever.
Taking a break from packing his things to head home, Louis went to look for
Eleanor and sighed when she was gone. There was a note on the table saying she
had gone out and probably wouldn’t be back until the next day. Pushing his
hands through his hair, Louis grabbed his jumper he had left on the couch and
decided to head to the coffee shop. If nothing else, maybe he could see Harry
one last time before he left.
He gathered his things and walked briskly to the coffee shop, his eyes
immediately scanning around for the flop of brunette curls and his hopeful
smile dissolving into a slight frown when he realised that yeah, Harry
definitely wasn’t working. The last day of class Louis hadn’t prepared himself
for it being the last time he ever saw Harry and he made his way to the
counter, twisting his hands together as he waited.
“Mr. Tomlinson? Can I help you?” A soft voice asked, the voice came from
another student named Anabelle who gave Louis a smile that was too big to be
innocent.
“Hi, Anabelle. Just a tea. Yorkshire, please.” Louis said softly, still
scanning over the coffee shop and finally returning to the girl in front of her
before adding quietly, “Is Harry around?” He asked, fidgeting with his wallet
as he removed his card to pay for his tea, tucking everything back into his
jeans when the girl had returned his receipt.
“Oh, no. He’s off today. I think his family was going on holiday or something.”
Anabelle said with a shrug, pushing the drawer of the register shut and handing
the shiny papered receipt over to Louis. “Hopefully I’ll see you next year!”
She added cheerfully as Louis made his way down the queue to wait for his tea.
When his fingers were latched around the steaming paper cup, Louis decided
there was no reason to stay around. Harry wouldn’t be joining his table, he
wouldn’t be popping up to tell Louis how awful the book he was reading was
(which really… Had Harry actually even read any of them?), which just left
Louis to head back to Doncaster and wait for a phone call asking him to come
back to Holmes Chapel.
Louis walked more slowly back to the flat, his worn Vans kicking against the
concrete and he really couldn’t believe that he was spending his last day there
sulking over the fact that he didn’t get to see his favourite student in the
coffee shop. The thought made Louis laugh because after all, Harry really
wasn’t his favourite student at all. He took far too much of Louis’ effort and
his job teaching would be easier if he had less students like Harry. But
Harry’s smile made Louis forget about all of that and it was probably a very
good thing that Louis was going back to Doncaster and Harry was headed on
holiday, hopefully somewhere very very far away with his family.
Settling into the couch when he returned to the flat, Louis clicked on a
football match and decided he would spend his evening relaxing. Just stretched
out, relaxing and he could finish packing in the morning before he left. It
wasn’t like he was in a rush to get home to anything anyway. Finishing his tea
and sitting the empty paper cup on the side table, Louis nearly fell off the
couch at the incessant banging that began on the front door.
Clasping his hand over his chest and pushing himself up quickly, Louis’ mind
immediately set into a panic. He wasn’t sure where Eleanor had gone but he was
immediately hoping nothing bad had happened and he wouldn’t be opening the door
to bad news. It took no time at all for Louis to cross the living room to open
the flat’s front door to the last thing he thought he would ever see in his
life. Harry.
Harry was just lifting his hand to begin knocking again, his curls all over the
place and his breaths coming in short gasps. When he saw Louis he dropped his
hand back down and walked inside of the flat (without invitation, Louis noted)
and slammed the door. He placed both of his hands on his hips and his look
almost became a glare as he stared at Louis.
Louis shifted under the stare and he couldn’t believe that Harry was here.
Inside of his flat, sputtering to catch his breath and staring at Louis like
Louis had committed a cardinal sin. “Uh. Can I help you?” Louis muttered out
and before he could stop himself he was reaching forward to calm Harry’s curls;
tucking them behind the younger’s ears before dropping his hand back down.
“Ana said you asked for me.” Harry said easily as if it was normal to chase
someone several blocks away just because they asked if you were around. “I
figured you were leaving or whatever and I wanted to say bye.” Harry finally
said, catching his breath and dropping his arms from his annoyed stance to just
look at Louis.
“You can’t be here, Harry.” Louis said, his cheeks flushing and now that he had
Harry’s hair under his hand, his mind spiraled, finally letting himself
consider all the places he would like to put his hands on Harry and the thought
came with a shake of his head. “It’s not a good idea.” His voice was honest as
he spoke but his body carried him a step closer to Harry.
“I’ll be 18 in seven months, Mr. Tomlinson, it’s fine.” Harry said and defying
every thought Louis had in his head about Harry’s preferences, he took another
step closer to Louis.
“Louis. Call me Louis.” Louis corrected and when Harry moved closer he couldn’t
stop himself, he reached out, his fingers curling around Harry and pulling the
younger male closer to him. “We can’t do this, Harry.” He reminded the younger,
silently cursing the disconnect between his mind and body at the moment.
“It’s just us, Louis. No one would know anyway.” Harry explained and within a
moment his lips were on Louis’.
Harry kissed gently, curiously as if he were trying to pull every secret out of
Louis minute by minute, but Louis on the other hand almost immediately let his
lips slip apart and his tongue flick out over Harry’s lips. Maybe it had
something to do with how long he had been thinking about doing that. He focused
quickly on the feel of Harry’s plush lips below his tongue to push any other
thought from his mind.
Harry might’ve been young, but he wasn’t stupid. He had noticed all along the
way Louis looked at him, the way his eyes turned up a little more when he was
dealing with Harry but he wasn’t sure how to handle it during the school year.
As he had convinced himself, the school year was over, and Louis wasn’t
technically a teacher anymore, so there wasn’t that much trouble for them to
get into was there? Letting his lips fall open he used his tongue to greet
Louis’, letting the older male’s touch explore his mouth as a soft moan left
his throat, silencing into Louis’ mouth. Harry’s hands found Louis’ hips and
pushed him back against the wall next to the door and pressed his hips into
Louis’.
If Louis was controlling the kiss, Harry was controlling the way their hips
were grinding together and just as he flicked his tongue over the roof of
Harry’s mouth he felt what was undeniably Harry’s cock pressing into his hip
and he could tell Harry was chasing the feeling. As long as Harry kept his big
hands spread over Louis’ hips and squeezing gently, Louis was certain Harry
could do almost anything he wanted. Louis’ arms wrapped around Harry’s
shoulders and he rubbed at the back of his neck gently. Louis dropped his head
back against the wall with a thud, a thud that would leave him with a headache
later, but at the moment he couldn’t be fussed to do more than let out a soft
noise. “Harry. Harry. Bad idea.” Louis managed, trying to remind himself just
how bad of an idea this was.
“No.” Was Harry’s only reply and he took the chance to attack Louis’ throat
with bites and kisses. Finding a soft spot at the intersection of Louis’ neck
and shoulder, Harry sunk his teeth in, beginning to suck on the spot and
leaving what he knew would be a mark for Louis. Harry knew he couldn’t leave
with marks because his parents would question him, but Louis, Louis was an
adult which meant that no one would question him. The thought made Harry suck
down a little harder, chasing the friction of Louis’ hip against his cock,
which was angry, hard and leaking inside of his jeans that were just too tight.
To Harry’s advantage, Louis had just thrown on a pair of trackies that morning
and the thinner material let Harry feel Louis’ cock filling out underneath of
it.
Louis moved his right hand to slide his fingers through Harry’s hair, yanking
back on his head and leaning forward to press kisses to Harry’s throat. Rather
than attacking as Harry had done to him, Louis licked a stripe up Harry’s
throat before following it with kisses. His eyes closed as he pressed gentle
kisses into Harry’s skin and Harry’s hips became more sporadic, still thrusting
forward against Louis’ hips and Louis opened his eyes to meet Harry’s eyes.
“Oh.” Harry gasped out softly and he kissed Louis again, this kiss more
frantic, full of tongue and teeth as he chased the feeling that was pooling
deep in his stomach. If Harry had been with someone his own age, he would have
felt slightly ridiculous over how easy he was at the moment, but this was
different; this was Harry’s teacher who seemed to want Harry more than he was
even aware of. Harry’s jaw went slack as he moaned into Louis’ mouth, pressing
his hips firmly into Louis’ as he came, leaving a wet spot on his jeans where
his cock had been trapped.
“Did you..” Louis started, his eyes wide, knowing the answer to his question
without Harry having to say anything and he wasn’t even sure where to go from
there. He hadn’t even had to touch Harry or take his clothes off or do
anything. “Harry.” Louis said and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to sound fond or
accusatory but he was certain he just ended up sounding desperate. His cock was
hard under his trackies, begging to be touched, but he wasn’t going to ask.
“I’m going to touch you now.” Harry said, dropping both of his hands to the
elastic of Louis’ trackies and pulling them down with his pants, leaving them
tight around his thighs as he kept his eyes on Louis’ cock.
“Harry.” Louis repeated and this time it was a bit more accusatory. “You’re
going to get me fired,” Louis whined and it was followed by a softer voice and
a jerk of his hips, “Please touch me.” The cool air over the head of Louis’
cock making him keen forward slightly and chase a feeling he hadn’t even had
yet.
“You don’t even have a job right now, Mr. Tomlinson,” Harry said, wrapping his
fingers at the base of Louis’ cock, his eyes focused down, watching his hand
work over the length of Louis’ cock, his thumb catching over his tip each time.
Harry was almost mesmerized, his eyes wide as he watched Louis’ foreskin move
and his hand squeezing at Louis’ cock.
Louis closed his eyes tightly, letting it fall back against the wall again and
if he wasn’t trying to keep himself from coming, Louis would have let out a
whine at the feeling of the wall into his head. Louis jaw dropped open and he
let out a moan, biting back the other male’s name that was threatening to fall
of his lips.
Harry licked over his lips and continued the motion of his hand, pressing his
thumb down over the tip of Louis’ cock lightly, determined to push Louis over
the edge. “You’re so hot, fuck.” Harry mumbled out, shifting his focus up to
look at Louis’ face.
Louis moaned out at Harry’s words, heat pooling deep in his stomach as he
thrusted his hips up, chasing the feeling and closing his eyes as he came,
spurting over Harry’s hand and his shirt, his breath coming in short gasps,
much like Harry had sounded when he arrived not long before. Louis looked at
Harry, biting down on his bottom lip and tensing slightly as Harry pulled away.
Reaching forward to wipe his hand on Louis’ shirt, Harry grinned and spoke with
a click of his tongue, “There’s always next year, Mr. Tomlinson.” His voice was
almost sing songy and he stepped back from Louis, pushing his fingers through
his hair and biting down on his bottom lip.
Louis opened his mouth to speak and just as he did, Harry gave him a smirk and
a small wave before letting himself out of the flat with the click of the door
behind them. Louis blinked his eyes and looked down at himself, his shirt
covered in his come, the aching spot on his neck, his trackies around his
thighs and his almost soft cock the only evidence that Harry had even been
there.
End Notes
     I hope that you like this! I know the smut was light, I just didn't
     want to get too intense with underage! xx
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