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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Anne_Cox, Jay_Tomlinson, Liam_Payne, Zayn_Malik, others
      probably_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, teacher!Louis, its_underage_but_harry's
      sixteen_and_louis_is_twenty_six_so_that's_not_too_bad_of_an_age_gap
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-07 Updated: 2014-02-20 Chapters: 3/? Words: 7786
****** Three Points, and Two Lines Meet ******
by tomlinbum
Summary
     Louis is Harry's teacher, but Harry still has a crush on him anyway.
     One drunken night when they bump into each other changes everything,
     in the classroom and in both of their lives. Does it change for
     better or worse, though?
Notes
     hi so this is going to be a chaptered fic, whether or not it is
     actually long i have no idea. i'm thinking 5-10 chapters, maybe? but
     don't quote me on that. updates should be once a week or more,
     depending on what's going on! :)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Harry was, once again, staring dreamingly at his teacher, Mr. Tomlinson.
He couldn’t help it – he was the most attractive person Harry has ever laid
eyes on. He was tiny, but he was muscular and had the most delicious looking
thighs. Harry was surprised that he could get away with wearing the clothes he
does because of how profane they make his body look.
“Mate,” Niall says, poking his arm. Harry looks blearily at him. “You’re
starring again. If you don’t watch yourself, you’ll have to go for a wank like
last time.”
Harry sighs. “He’s so hot, though. I wish he wasn’t my teacher – you think he’d
still have a go, maybe?”
“Sure,” Niall says, sarcastic as always. “He wouldn’t last in jail – too
twinky.”
“Mr. Styles and Mr. Horan, would you like to share with the class what is so
much more fascinating than your school work that you should be doing instead of
talking?” Mr. Tomlinson’s voice rings out.
Both the boys turn, surprised that the teacher is fusing them. Louis is the
most lenient teacher in the world - he never fuses anyone unless bullying is
occurring or they’re being an aggravating arse (Harry’s pretty sure he and
Niall aren’t being annoying – they’re talking pretty low).
“No sir,” Harry replies. He’d really rather not share the fact that he’s got
the biggest crush on his very unavailable teacher, even though everyone knows,
pretty much.
Louis nods, “Good. Get to work then, yeah? Whatever you don’t finish in class
is homework. And that goes to the whole class.”
A chorus of groans travels throughout the classroom and Mr. Tomlinson smirks at
that, shrugging and getting back to grading papers. When he’s done grading
(which Harry would know, because he’s still watching Louis closely; thinking
about the older man bending him over his desk and spanking him for being such a
bad boy) he starts to call students up one by one to get their test scores.
When he calls Harry up, Harry’s worried, because he honestly does not pay
attention in class. All the blame goes to the fittest teacher of the year.
“Harry, I think you should stay after class, yeah?” Louis asks, handing him his
test paper. He’s got a B, which, wow, that’s surprising.
“Why, sir? I didn’t make a bad grade,” Harry replies. Usually Louis keeps
students after class because of bad grades or the lack of doing any homework.
Harry does his homework (correction: Harry copies Niall’s homework and gets
barely passing grades on it).
Louis smiles sweetly. “I know – I want to talk to you about your homework. I
know you’ve been copying off of Mr. Horan and I think you and I should discuss
it.”
“But, sir,” Harry tries, “Next is my lunch hour.”
“You either stay after class with me, Harry, or I can call your mum and have a
chat with her about it,” Mr. Tomlinson replies, frowning slightly.
“Yes sir,” Harry says in defeat. He knows his mum’ll kill him if she found out
he wasn’t doing his absolute best with school. She made a deal with him about
his car – good grades, keep car… bad grades, well. No car.
Harry goes back to his seat, placing his test paper down with a sigh. He
usually doesn’t picture staying after class with Louis to discuss homework –
it’s mostly for other reasons; sexier reasons.
“What’d you make?” Niall asks, leaning over to snatch his paper. “You got a B,
mate. Why’re you so upset?”
“Louis wants to talk to me after class,” Harry says, reaching over to grab the
paper back from Niall. He shoves it away in his book bag so he can show his mum
later.
Niall raises an eyebrow. “That’s a bad thing? I thought that was, like, your
biggest fantasy. Getting bent over ‘ole Tomlinson’s desk and getting fucked
into oblivion.”
“Yeah,” Harry agrees, and then sighs, “But he wants to talk about me copying
your homework. Said if I didn’t stay, he’d talk to mum about it. And you know
my mum won’t let me keep my car if I’m doing even slightly bad in school.”
“Then stay in?” Niall says, shrugging. “You’ll miss lunch, but it’s worth it in
the long run, yeah?”
Harry shrugs. He guesses it is.
------
When the bell rings, everyone gets up except for Harry, who stays seated
exactly where he is, second desk from the back.
“Come sit up here, Harry. Can’t really talk to you if you’re back there, now,
can I?” Louis says, smiling.
Harry wants to be upset about missing lunch for this little meeting – but as
much as he wants to, he finds he can’t be mad at the older man. He grabs his
book bag and walks up to the front, sitting directly in front of the teacher.
“Don’t be so upset,” Louis tells him, frowning. “You aren’t going to be in
trouble. I just want to make sure nothing’s going on at home. You’re a bright
kid, Harry, and you not doing your homework until last minute looks unnecessary
to me. It’s my duty to make sure nothing bad is going on at home, and if it is
– I’ll have to find out a way to help you.”
Would it be acceptable for Harry to tell the teacher that his only problem at
home is that every time he tries doing his homework, his thoughts stray to
Louis and he ends up having a wank instead (sometimes putting his fingers
inside of himself, can’t help what he wants when he wants it)? No, best not.
“Nothing’s going on at home,” Harry replies after a while of getting lost in
his own thoughts. “I’ve just not had enough time to properly sit down and do
homework, so I wait until last minute and copy off of Niall – which may not be
the brightest thing to do, but. It’s better to get a low grade than fail.”
Louis nods. “Don’t think I’m patronizing you, or anything, because I’ve had a
talk with everyone else who is slacking with their homework. They all tell me
the same thing, basically; that they’re busy and they just copy off of someone
else. From now on, maybe you should find someone a bit smarter than Niall to
take things from, yeah?”
Harry smiles, “Yeah, okay. So, that’s it? I’m free to go now?”
Louis nods. “Yeah, you can go – just. Harry, I’d also like it a bit better if
you paid a bit more attention to what I’m teaching rather than me.”
Harry’s pretty sure he imagines the sly wink, just a few seconds of a blink in
just one eye, but either way, he wanks over it when he gets home because if
Louis really did wink at him – well, that’s technically flirting, right?
-------
The next day is a Saturday, so he doesn’t go to school. Niall texts him
somewhere around 5 asking if he wants to go to some pub a few blocks away and
Harry says sure, taking a shower and getting ready. They leave around 8,
meeting up at the tiny pub.
They’re there for about an hour and Harry is extremely fucking drunk.
“Hey,” Niall slurs, “Is that Mr. Tomlinson?” He points somewhere behind Harry
and Harry immediately turns to look through the crowd. Sure enough, his English
teacher is walking towards them – well, towards the bar, but same difference.
Louis gets a bit closer and then his eyes shift and they land on Harry, who
hasn’t taken his eyes off of Louis not once since he’s noticed his arrival.
Louis’s eyes go wide, and he stops in his tracks.
“I think he saw us,” Niall says. Harry nods. Yeah, he definitely did, but Harry
isn’t complaining. He’s actually hoping that he comes over and talks, maybe
scolds them for sneaking into the pub. Harry’s got a thing for being scolded by
Louis.
Louis starts walking again, except this time he’s walking straight towards him
and Niall.
“I’m going dance or something,” Niall mutters, then leaves. Leaving Harry alone
and drunk and in the company of his teacher that he’s extremely and totally not
in love with.
“What are you doing here?” Louis asks, almost accusingly once he’s face to face
with Harry.
“I’m drinking with Niall – well I was and then he ditched me,” Harry says,
aware of the fact that his voice automatically comes out as a seductive purr.
He can’t help it if his body is reacting the way it is around Louis, especially
since he’s drunk.
“You’re a bit young to be getting shitfaced,” Louis says and, jesus, Harry
shivers. Louis sounds sexy as fuck when he curses.
“I’m almost sixteen,” Harry says, defensively, whining. “The guard didn’t seem
like he minded me coming in; didn’t even ask for an I.D.”
Louis raises his eyebrows. “That’s definitely not legal. Look, Harry, I think
you should go home, yeah? You’re drunk and you are way too young for the scene
here.”
Harry pouts. “No – I wanna. I wanna dance. Will you dance with me, Mr.
Tomlinson?”
Louis looks put aback at the question and it takes him a while to answer. He
looks like he’s having a war with his inner self, and that’s got to mean that a
part of him really wants to dance with Harry, but another part knows exactly
how bad that would be.
“I don’t think so, Harry,” Louis replies, softly touching Harry’s arm. “Do you
have money to get a cab home?”
“I have a car,” Harry says, proudly.
Louis shakes his head. “You are definitely not driving in this state. Get a
cab, yeah? Don’t drive.”
“I don’t have money for a cab,” Harry says, sadly. He just wants to dance –
what’s so bad about that?
Louis drags his hand down his face, making a face of utter regret. “I’ll – I’ll
drive you, yeah? I’ll drive Niall, too, if he doesn’t have money for a cab. If
he’s as bad as you, he isn’t driving either.”
“Niall has money,” Harry says, “And if not, I’m pretty sure he’s getting laid
tonight, unlike me apparently ‘cause Mr. Tomlinson’s taking me home.” Harry
says the last bit with a sexy little slur as he puts his hands on Louis’s
shoulders.
Louis shivers, shaking Harry off. “Yes – taking you home, to your home. I’m not
taking you home with me.”
“Why not?” Harry asks, bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. He’d like
Louis to take him to his home, he’d like that a lot.
“Because,” Louis says, looking flustered. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”
“Not if it’s consenting,” Harry says, giving Louis a sexy grin.
Louis blinks, slowly and takes a shuddering breath. “Harry – no. I’m not –
we’re not. Not while you’re drunk, yeah? That’s not – that’s not a very good
idea.”
“Okay,” Harry says, sad. “Can you at least dance with me? And then you can take
me home willingly and I’ll be a good boy.”
Louis bites his lip, pondering the thought for a minute. After a moment, he
agrees, walking Harry toward the dance floor. Harry grins mischievously at
Louis, because, really, this was his plan all along. He knows what Louis is
thinking – normal dancing that mates (even though they are definitely not
mates) would do together, but really, Harry wants to grind his arse back on
Louis’s groin so bad he aches with the want.
Harry turns, plastering his back against Louis’s chest, their bodies lining up
from chest to their thighs. He feels the hitch of breath that escapes Louis and
smiles, grinding his hips back in a filthy tight circle against Louis’s cock.
“Harry,” Louis says into his ear, and it sounds like a plea, but Harry doesn’t
care. He’s wanted this for so long, and he knows nothing will come out of it,
that Louis’ll probably be disgusted with him come Monday morning, but his mind
is foggy with how much he just needs this, even for just a second.
To Harry’s surprise, instead of Louis pushing him away, he grips his hips and
pulls him back, pulling him closer against him and starts to move his hips
along with Harry’s.
Harry’s head falls back onto Louis’s shoulder with a groan, because Louis is
hard and pressing against Harry’s crack, only a millimeter away from Harry’s
hole. Harry clenches with the want that surges through him. He wants Louis
inside of him – more than anything he’s ever wanted in his life.
“Fuck me,” Harry begs against Louis’s ear, his hips grinding back sinfully over
Louis’s cock.
And that must have pulled Louis out of his haze, because he pulls back away
from Harry, flushed and body buzzing with the want that Harry knows he’s got to
have right now.
“I think I’m going to bring you home now,” Louis says. Harry feels a surge of
hope for a second that Louis means to his home, but he knows that’s very very
little likely.
-----
Once they’re in the car, Harry keeps his hands in his lap and stares straight
ahead. He’s starting to sober up, and all he feels is embarrassed; horny, but
embarrassed nonetheless.
Louis asks directions as to where Harry lives, and that’s the only time they
speak before Louis pulls into Harry’s driveway.
Harry undoes his seatbelt, reaching out to open the door before Louis stops
him.
“Don’t forget to drink water before you go to bed, yeah?” he tells him,
smiling. “You don’t want to spend your Saturday with a terrible hangover.”
Harry nods, not looking at Louis. He can’t look at Louis, not with the
knowledge of getting rejected.
“Hey,” Louis says, pulling Harry’s face gently until he’s looking at him.
“Don’t be upset, yeah? I just – we can’t do things like that, Harry. I’m your
teacher and a full grown adult. I could go to jail for that if anyone found out
and I’m sorry but I don’t want to risk my whole life for a one night stand with
a child.”
And wow, that hit Harry hard.
Harry nods, “Yeah, I totally get it. I’m just a child, whatever.”
He gets out the car, slamming the door behind him and doesn’t look back.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bad things take a turn for the future sexy.
Chapter Notes
     so I've had a pretty busy week and I've been typing as much as I
     could for the past week. I'm really sorry if this sucks because for
     half of it I was forcing myself to write it. The next chapter should
     be good though!!!!!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Monday at school is a bit awkward, in the least.
Harry can’t even look at Louis, let alone pay attention to anything his teacher
is saying. Every time he makes eye contact, the word kid starts ringing through
his mind and his gut twists uncomfortably.
He isn’t a kid, not anymore anyway. He’s sixteen, which is very much an adult,
thank you very much. He wants desperately to show Louis that he isn’t a kid,
but every single scenario he’s thought of is very, very inappropriate.
“Alright, since I’m not quite in the mood for homework tonight, you lot are off
for the night. No homework, but if you want, look over your study guides. The
test is Thursday, no minute later. You’re all free to go,” Louis says, just as
the bell rings. “Harry? Can you stay, maybe?”
Harry wants to say no thank you, but he’s pretty sure if Louis was mean enough
he could write Harry up for it, and he can’t afford getting a write up. Harry
walks up to the desk he’d sat in on Friday, dropping his books and sits down.
His eyes stayed glued on the desktop the whole time.
“Look,” Louis starts, “I’m sorry for calling you a kid – I know you were upset
when I’d said it. And I was wrong. You are certainly not a kid.”
Harry looks up.
“And,” Louis continues, “I know you’re probably embarrassed about the whole
scenario in the club – but… don’t be, yeah? You were under the influence and I
completely understand that.”
“So you think I only did the things I did because I was drunk?” Harry asks, and
immediately regrets it afterwards.
“What are you getting at?” Louis asks, eyes narrowed in on Harry.
Harry suddenly feels very naked.
“I just – I mean. It’s not like it’s a secret that I have a crush on you. So,
you know, it may have hurt pretty bad when you rejected me and then called me a
kid – which I’m very much not,” Harry says, looking down at the desk again and
trailing shapes on the top.
Louis clears his throat. “That’s highly inappropriate to say, Harry.”
“Yeah, well,” Harry shrugs. “I’m pretty sure you knew already. Everyone does,
basically. I’m pretty sure even the other teachers know I fancy you.”
“But you shouldn’t,” Louis says. “I’m your teacher, you shouldn’t have feelings
for me and you sure as hell shouldn’t be trying to seduce me at a bar.”
Harry bites his lip, nodding. “Yeah – I know. I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” Louis says, voice gone soft. “You didn’t let me finish.”
Harry looks up, eyes wide. What else could Louis even possibly have left to
say? He’s already rejected Harry enough and put him back in his place. He
shouldn’t have to say anything else.
“I’m your teacher,” Louis starts, “And you’re my student – which is why I
shouldn’t have gotten so turned on last night while you were grinding on me.
Bloody hell, I shouldn’t have even let you grind on me, but for some reason I
did. If I hadn’t stopped you-“ He cuts himself off and shakes his head,
exhaling. “I could go to jail for something like this.”
“So you – you liked it?” Harry asks, a surge of hope winding up in his stomach.
He pretty much tuned out when Louis mentioned he liked Harry grinding on him.
Harry could do it again, if he wanted. He could do more, even, like suck him
off. Louis wouldn’t even have to touch him back, Harry’d be okay with that.
Louis sighs, “Were you listening to anything else I’d said?” Harry shakes his
head. “Harry – I’m sure you’re aware of this, but I can go to bloody jail for
what happened last night. Which wasn’t even much, really, but if anyone found
out – I’d get fired and most likely be put in prison. I can’t let that happen
to myself, yeah?”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Harry breathes. “I promise – I. I’m not a child, Louis.
Which also means I am not an idiot. And I care about you, I wouldn’t blab my
mouth and get you in trouble.”
“Harry,” Louis says, and Harry can tell he’s about to say something he won’t
like. “We can’t – nothing can happen between us, yeah? I know you like me – and
I think it’s cute, yeah? And you are very attractive, but you’re my student and
I’m 10 years your senior. Nothing – and I mean nothing – can happen between
us.”
“Why not?” Harry asks, seriously.
“Harry, I just bloody told you why not, okay? A onetime thing isn’t worth
getting fired and put into jail, okay?” Louis says.
Harry frowns, “So that’s what you think, then? That I’m a whore who just wants
to sleep with their teacher? Are you bloody serious?”
Before Louis can answer, Harry grabs his things and bolts out of the classroom
in frustration.
~~~~~~
Louis sits at his desk, dumbfounded and confused.
If Harry didn’t want just a one night stand… he couldn’t possibly have wanted
an actual relationship with him, could he? That wouldn’t work out very well, no
matter how much Louis would like to be with the boy. They wouldn’t be able to
go out on dates or even be seen together and Louis was never one for hiding his
relationship from anyone; he’s more of the type to flaunt it around, rub it in
people’s faces. And he’d definitely like to rub Harry in people’s faces,
considering the boy, student or not, is extremely bloody fit. It isn’t very
fair.
Louis can’t allow himself to fall into temptation, is the thing. As much as he
wants Harry, he has to constantly remind himself that the boy is off limits, at
least until he graduates, which will be in a few months, considering it’s the
second month of the second semester of Harry’s last year. If they wait until
Harry graduates, they won’t have to sneak around, and Louis definitely won’t
have to worry about getting fired or thrown into jail.
He silently reminds himself to talk to Harry about the possibility of waiting
until after he graduates to get involved and gets to assigning tomorrow’s
classwork.
-----
When Louis gets home, his flat mate, Zayn, is sitting on the sofa only wearing
pants with his legs kicked up as he watches telly.
“How was school?” Zayn asks, not looking away from the television.
“Terrible,” Louis groans, closing the door behind him and sitting right next to
Zayn on the sofa, curling up into his side.
“What happened, babe? Was it that kid? The one that you’ve been wanking about
for… how long now?” Zayn asks, smirking. Louis can’t help it if there are thin
walls in their stupid flat.
“You know how he tried to fuck me in the pub? Well, I talked to him about it
today and I keep saying the bloody wrong things to him and now he’s upset with
me. Which shouldn’t be as bad of a deal as it is, but. He wants to have a
relationship with me, Z, and that’s like, illegal.”
“Just wait until he graduates,” Zayn offers, stroking his hair.
“I know,” Louis replies, sighing. “I thought of that after the fact that he
stormed out of my room when I told him that a one night stand with one of my
students isn’t worth going to jail for.”
Zayn gasps and Louis can’t tell if its sarcastic or not. “You did not!”
Louis nods, “I did. I shouldn’t have, I know, but I’m an idiot.”
“You really are.”
Yeah, he really is.
~~~~~~
The next day at school, Louis holds Harry back after class again.
“You know,” Harry says, “If you keep holding me back, people might start to get
suspicious. Don’t want that, do you?”
“Don’t be mean,” Louis says, trying to lighten the subject. Harry just stares
at him.
“Okay,” Louis sighs, “I want to apologize – again. I don’t know why but you
make me say the dumbest things.”
Harry cracks a smile. “I do have that effect on people.”
Louis smiles, “Yeah, well. I’ve been thinking and – I do like you, honestly, I
do. Which is why, if you want to date me, I think we should wait until you
graduate. It’s safer and much easier on both of us.”
“Really?” Harry asks, not expecting Louis to say anything of the sort. He was
so sure that Louis didn’t like him at all, considering he was apparently a kid
and not worth it and all.
Louis nods. “Yeah. When you graduate, you won’t be a student anymore, so I
couldn’t get in trouble. People would probably raise their suspicions that we
were dating while I was your teacher, but they wouldn’t be able to do anything
about it.”
Harry bites his lip. “It’ll be just as easy as that? Like, just wait until I
graduate and you’ll date me and stuff?”
“Mhmm,” Louis hums, a tiny smile stretched across his lips. “it’ll probably be
hard to wait, considering we’ll be seeing each other almost every day, but
it’ll be so worth it, you know?”
Harry nods, understanding. “Can I kiss you? Or does that have to wait until
after graduation?”
“It has to wait,” Louis says, whining. “That would be just as bad as dating.”
Harry frowns. “I don’t think this waiting thing is going to work for me. Now
that I know you like me back… I’m going to want to kiss you all the time.”
“Jesus,” Louis says, sighing, “Don’t say things like that. Because now I
really, really want to kiss you. But we absolutely cannot kiss. Or do anything
romantic at all, really. I don’t want to get caught, Harry. I can’t lose my
job… or more.”
“Then we won’t get caught,” Harry breathes, getting closer to Louis. “We’ll be
sneaky, like ninjas. I won’t tell anyone and you won’t tell anyone, and we’ll
be careful. Please, Louis. At least let me kiss you. You don’t have to take me
out anywhere, or whatever. I just want a kiss.”
Louis groans, lifting a hand up to hold the side of Harry’s face. Harry’s eyes
slip shut for a second, then snap back open because there is no way he’s going
to allow himself to miss any second of this.
“We have to be careful,” Louis says, and before Harry can reply, Louis is
leaning forward and pressing his lips to his.
In a lack of cliché, Harry feels fireworks erupting from the tip of his lips to
the back of his closed eyelids. Louis’s lips are tinier than his and much
warmer. His lips feel slick, but rough, against Harry’s and it’s the perfect
combination. Louis is light, but rough with his lips at the same time and the
thought makes Harry’s head spin in insane circles.
Louis prods the tip of his tongue against Harry’s bottom lip, pushing inside of
Harry’s mouth and searching for Harry’s tongue with his own. He moans into
Harry’s mouth when their tongues meet, slick and hot and messy.
Harry gets urgent, then, trying to push closer to Louis and crawl into his lap
where he’s sitting in the chair. Louis’s desk is between them, though, blocking
all of Harry’s poor attempts.
The sound of the door opening is what makes them pull away, quicker than
lightening. Both their heads snap towards the door, wide eyed and hearts
beating so fast from fear of being caught.
Niall is standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth hung open.
He slowly walks backwards a bit, closing the door as he starts to walk away.
Harry looks back at Louis with wide eyes.
“I’m going to go talk to him,” he says, rushed. He picks up his bag and hurries
out of the door, knowing right away that Niall’s most likely heading to their
lunch table. Niall’s lifelong motto is ‘when in doubt, eat’.
Sure enough, when Harry gets into the lunch room, Niall is sitting at their
table munching frantically at a bag of chips from his bag.
Harry sits right next to Niall and opens his mouth to speak, but is
interrupted.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything,” Niall says, lowly. “Or at least I can
pretend. I’m not going to tell anyone. But it would be nice to know how long
this has been going on for. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that you and
teach were actually involved.”
“This isn’t the place to talk about it. But todays the first time we’ve kissed,
so you haven’t been out of the loop very much for very long,” Harry reassures.
“First kiss in the classroom, very risqué,” Niall says, sarcastically, popping
another chip into his mouth.
Harry rolls his eyes. “Don’t be a prat. I promise when we are out of school and
prying ears I’ll tell you every single detail of what has happened between me
and him. I won’t leave anything out.”
“You better not, Styles,” Niall says, shoving the crumbs from the chips into
his mouth and then getting up, walking out of Harry’s view.
Harry drops his head with a groan onto the table. If it would have been anyone
other than Niall walking in while he and Louis were kissing… there could be a
court order in place. Kissing at school is definitely on the ‘do not do’ side
of Harry’s do’s and don’ts list.
~~~~~~
“You are an idiot,” Zayn says, shaking his head. “It’s like you have a death
wish, mate. If your mum knew about any of this, she would get the next train
here and beat some sense into you.”
Louis groans, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers. “I know. If it were
anyone else, other than Niall, I could be on my way to jail right now. Or at
least fired. My life could have been ruined, but Harry’s just so bloody hard to
ignore. He’s got these pretty little plump lips and when he bites at them they
get a darker shade of red and-“
“Thank you, for that image,” Zayn says sarcastically. “You and him are going to
have to work on holding back. Because by what you’ve just told me, he thinks
you two are practically together now. Which means he’s going to think he
doesn’t have to hold back anymore even though he knows he has to. He’s a child,
Louis, whether or not he’s of age or not. He is still in school which makes him
a child. He’s got barely any common sense, and neither do you, apparently.”
“Thanks,” Louis says, dryly. “I have common sense, thank you very much. I know
this is a very bad idea – but if you were in my position, you wouldn’t be able
to tell him no, either. He’s so fucking attractive it should be illegal, Z.”
“Attractive or not,” Zayn says, “you need to be careful. I don’t want to see
anything bad happen to you. You two obviously can’t be seen in public, for
obvious reasons. And you can’t be obvious during class.”
“What about him coming over?” Louis asks. He already knows how bad of an idea
that is, but he knows sooner or later Harry’s going to want to do more than
look at each other during class. And the safest place to do that would be in
Louis’s flat – or, well, the unsafest place. Depends on how you look at it,
really.
 Zayn hums, “That may be okay. Like, it depends. Obviously when he tells his
mum where he’s going he would have to lie and he’d have to make sure no one
sees him coming over here, or at least that no one knows who lives here. If he
ever does come, though, I could always open the door. No one has to know he’s
coming to see you.”
Louis smiles. “You really think that could work?”
“Mhm,” Zayn nods. “I mean, if we’re all careful, and don’t fuck up, this should
go very smoothly. But considering you have a past filled with fuck ups, this
may not go as smoothly as we hope.”
“Have some faith in me, Malik,” Louis says, smiling. “Now if you’ll excuse me,
I’ll be wanking to the thought of how Harry’s mouth tastes.”
Right before he closes his bedroom door, he hears Zayn shout, “Thank you for
the image!” with a huge hint of disgust to his tone. Louis smiles.
-----
The next day, Louis doesn’t ask Harry to stay after class, but he does. He goes
to the door, closing it and locking it and then turns back towards Louis,
walking towards him. Louis’s stomach is all bubbly, just from seeing Harry
striding towards him with a door locked.
Harry is close enough to sit in his lap, now, and he does, straddling Louis’s
lap.
“Missed you,” Harry says against Louis’s lips, then slips his tongue inside,
kissing Louis roughly.
Louis groans, holding onto Harry’s hips with a tight grip. This isn’t the
smartest thing to do, snog in Louis’s locked classroom. If any authority were
to try to open the door, they would most likely get suspicious, wondering why
the door is locked in the first place.
“We have to stop,” Louis says, trying to pull away from Harry. Harry, in
return, just moves down to Louis’s jaw, peppering him with open-mouthed kisses
and tiny bites.
“Harry,” Louis says, pulling him by his hair to get his head away from him.
Harry moans, mouth going slack and body going still in Louis’s lap. He’s
breathing roughly.
“Is that a,” Louis licks his lips, “like, thing for you?”
Harry moans, biting his lip as he looks at Louis with wide eyes.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Louis says, and Harry blinks thickly,
eyelashes hitting the high of his cheeks. Louis thinks for a second how much
nicer Harry’s face would look with his come messily smeared all over it.
“Okay,” Louis tells himself out loud, breathing deeply. “We need to stop. We
could get caught and I can’t let that happen.”
Harry whines, shaking his head and leans in to kiss Louis again. In this
moment, Louis remembers how young and careless Harry really is. He doesn’t know
if he can do this if Harry’s really going to be this careless.
Harry must sense Louis’s thoughts because he backs away a bit and looks down at
his hands scrunched up in his lap.
“I’m sorry – I’ll stop. I just – no, I shouldn’t even try to make up excuses.
That was really careless of me, and I’m sorry, Louis,” Harry says, lifting his
eyes up to give Louis an innocent look. Louis caves.
“It’s okay,” he says, smiling. “Oh! I almost forgot, I wanted to tell you
something… something really, really good.”
Harry smiles flirtily, taking the wrong turn towards this idea, “Oh yeah?” he
asks slowly, posture adjusting towards the Louis.
“Mhmm,” Louis hums. “I was talking to my roommate Zayn about everything that’s
happened, and he thinks I’m a total idiot for giving this a chance, but he also
thinks that it won’t be safe for us to do anything in public. On the plus side,
he thinks it would be okay for you to come to our flat so that we don’t have to
make out in classrooms and risk getting caught.”
Harry smiles, “So I get to come to your flat, then?”
His hand drags up Louis’s thigh as he speaks, face moving closer to him as he
bites his lip. Louis groans, because, shit. He needs to bring this boy home
with him sometime soon and fuck his brains out or something, considering how
ruthless Harry is about getting into Louis’s pants as soon as he can.
“Mhm,” Louis replies, grabbing Harry’s straying hand. “So, no more kissing me
in the classroom, and especially not anywhere in public. If you want to kiss
me, just come to my flat and we can kiss in my room…” he lowers his voice,
“along with other things.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Oh my god, okay. I am SO extremely sorry that this has taken so long.
     I don't even know if anyone remembers this fic anymore, but I
     honestly didn't think it'd take this long for me to update it.
     A while back, I had half of the chapter written and planned to update
     it a few days later, but then I got kicked out of school, and well...
     yeah. I've been grounded (still am) and my computer's broken so I
     have to do this on my dad's old computer while I'm at my mom's house.

     If this sucks, I'm sorry. I had to reread the storyline to even
     remember what's going on so if this is shit all mistakes and shitty-
     ness are mine.
It doesn't take Harry long to show up at Louis's doorstep. He had been
considering it all week, so sure that he was going to go on Saturday as soon as
he could and spend the night, but once it'd hit Saturday, he was having his
doubts.
 
Was he really ready for what he knew was going to happen once he arrived at
Louis's? Louis obviously gave him his address for a reason, not just so they
can hang out. Harry knows he wants sex. Harry wants sex, also, but... is he
ready for that?
 
He'd pondered on whether he'd be total shit all Friday night, fingering himself
so that he'd get a gist on how it would feel when he'd have sex with Louis. It
burned at first, so much that Harry had almost let himself stop, but once he
got two fingers inside, it felt great.
 
Now, he's at Louis's doorstep, just knocked on the door, with a bag filled with
clothes, lube, and condoms (just in case Louis doesn't have any) in his hand.
 
Louis comes to the door, opening it and seeming surprised that Harry's actually
here. He smiles.
 
"Come in, then, can't just leave you standing out here, now, can I?" Louis
says, pulling Harry inside and closing the door behind him.
 
As soon as Harry is inside, he takes in his surroundings. Louis has a nice
flat, a little messy, but definitely nice. One thing Harry notices for sure is
the fact that there is a guy sitting on Louis's sofa, in nothing but a pair of
boxer briefs.
 
Louis laughs at the way Harry's eyes narrow at the man sitting there, so he
says, "That's Zayn, my roommate, and best mate. Zayn, this is Harry."
 
Zayn smirks at Harry, "You definitely are just as fit as Louis had been
whinning about."
 
"Oi," Louis exclaims, "isn't it time for you to leave, anyway? Thought you said
you were going eat lunch with your mum?"
 
Zayn narrows his eyes, "Sorry, totally forgot about my plans with me mum. I'll
just go get dressed then, make sure I'm not late."
 
As soon as Zayn is in what Harry decides is probably his room, Harry turns to
Louis and frowns.
 
"I should have let you know that I was coming instead of just showing up like
this, I'm sorry," Harry says, his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck
nervously.
 
"Hey, no, none of that," Louis says, pulling Harry into his chest, "You can
come over here anytime you want to. You don't have to let me know you're coming
before you come. But I do kind of wish you would have given me a heads up, so I
could have cleaned up a bit. It's a mess over here."
 
Harry smiles, "I like it."
 
"Then that's all that matters, yeah?" Louis says, leaning in for a chaste kiss
against Harry's lips. Harry tries to chase his lips once he pulls away, whining
when Louis smiles and shakes his head, mouthing wait a minute.
 
Zayn comes out of his room moments later, fully dressed with his hair fixed.
His wallet, phone, and car keys are in his hand.
 
"Alright, well, I'm not sure when I'll be back. I might just spend the night at
me mate's house, considering I don't think I want to be here while you two have
a shag," Zayn says, laughing when Louis flicks him off.
 
"It was nice meeting you, Harry," Zayn says, then promptly leaves.
 
"What's in the bag, then?" Louis asks. Harry can tell he's being teased, but he
doesn't really mind it.
 
"Erm," Harry says, "Just, like, some clothes. And, like, lube, and stuff."
 
"'Stuff'? I'm guessing you mean condoms, then? Let's have a look, yeah?" Louis
says, maneuvering them to a room. It's a bit messy, but it smells like Louis,
so it must be Louis's bedroom.
 
Louis grabs the bag out of Harry's hand, dumping the contents onto the bed. His
clothes come pouring out first, followed by a pack of condoms and various
bottles of lube.
 
Louis raises an eyebrow at Harry, smiling. "You came prepared, yeah? You think
you got enough lube, babe?"
 
Harry blushes, hiding his face behind his hands. "I didn't know what kind you
liked or what kind was best, when I - um."
 
"When you what, babe?" Louis asks, pulling Harry's hands away from his face.
Harry shakes his head. He's taken enough embarrassment for today, he doesn't
need anymore while he tells Louis about how he fingered himself using tingle
and it made his body feel tingly and warm and nice.
 
"Come on, H, tell me. I'm not going to tease you about it, yeah? I'm sorry for
teasing you in the first place. I'm just trying to make this whole... situation
a bit lighter, yeah?" Louis says, rubbing Harry's thigh in attempt to calm him
down.
 
Harry sighs, "I just - I used tingle when I fingered myself, and it... it felt
really good. But I didn't know if that was the kind that you liked, or
whatever, so I made sure to bring all of the ones that I'd gotten, just in
case. Like, I don't want you to not enjoy yourself just because I brought the
wrong kind of lube."
 
"Baby," Louis says, "I'm going to enjoy myself no matter what. I want you to be
the focus here, yeah? We don't even; we don't have to have sex, yeah? I know
this is probably, most likely your first time, and we don't have to rush into
this, okay? We can take our time with this, we haven't even done anything other
than kiss yet, baby, so we can just work our way up to sex, alright, baby?
Unless you're sure you want to have sex, then we can."
 
Harry laughs, shakily. "I just figured - you wanted me to come over for a
reason, and I thought it was for sex?"
 
"Babe. Of course I want to have sex with you, god, have you seen yourself?
Fucking fit as hell, you are. But I mainly wanted you to come to mine so that
we can just hang out, like, be ourselves. Try out this relationship thing
without worrying about whether someone's going to walk in on us mid-snog,"
Louis says.
 
"So... no sex, then?" Harry asks.
 
"Not until you're ready," Louis says, picking up the lube and condoms and
Harry's clothes into Harry's bag.
 
"Okay," Harry says, nodding. "I just - I feel like I'm letting you down."
 
Louis shakes his head, "You aren't, okay? I don't want to take things too fast
with you, baby. Now, on a different subject... does takeout and a movie sound
good to you for today?"
 
Harry smiles, "Sounds perfect."
 
~~~~~~
 
They're halfway through with their movie when Harry's phone starts to ring from
where it's sitting on the coffee table. Harry bends over to answer it, looking
nervous when he sees who it's from. He gets up and answers it while he walks to
Louis's room.
 
Louis pauses the movie, and strains his ears to hear what Harry's saying to
whoever he's on the phone with.
 
"Mum, I told you... yeah... I'm spending the night at Niall's... I did... Yes,
I did, Mum... Yes, Mum... Okay... Love you too... bye."
 
A few seconds later Harry comes out and sits back on the sofa beside Louis.
 
"Sorry, was me mum. She told me I had to clean my room before I left, and she
thought I forgot to, but I did, and, yeah," Harry says, blushing.
 
Louis smiles, "My mum was the same way when I lived with her. Wouldn't let me
do anything unless my room was clean, which was never."
 
Harry opens his mouth to reply, but Louis doesn't really feel like talking much
anymore. Harry's been here all day and they've only kissed a couple of times,
which, that's not very good at all, is it?
 
Louis leans forward, kissing Harry lightly on the lips. Harry sighs into the
kiss, opening his mouth so Louis can slip his tongue inside. Louis traces his
tongue in Harry's mouth, rubbing the backs of Harry's teeth and the top of his
mouth, then finally rubs his tongue against Harry's tongue. Harry moans, leans
closer in to the kiss. Louis grabs his hips, pulling Harry on top of him and
into his lap.
 
Louis pulls away from the kiss, kissing down Harry's jaw, then down to his
neck. He sucks lightly on Harry's pulse point, enough for Harry to moan, and
offer his neck up more to Louis, but not enough to leave a mark.
 
He kisses back up Harry's neck, then captures his lips in another kiss, this
time, deeper and rougher.
 
Harry moans, his hips twitching reflexively, causing them to rub against
Louis's. Louis groans, his grip on Harry's hips getting tighter. He grinds up
into Harry's bum in a result, causing Harry to pull away from the kiss and moan
into Louis's neck.
 
They're grinding together now, Harry pushing his arse back onto the bulge in
Louis's trousers. Every once in a while one of them will let a moan cut through
the sound of heavy breathing in the room. Louis moves a hand from Harry's hip
to the back of his pants, grabbing a handful of Harry's arse cheek and gripping
it tightly. Harry moans, his hips grinding down uncontrollably. He moans, and
then his hips still.
 
"Did you just-?" Louis asks, breathless.
 
Harry doesn't do anything, just keeps his head hidden in Louis's neck.
 
Louis groans, lifts his hips up in an attempt to get himself off, but Harry
backs his hips away, sitting on Louis's thighs.
 
"I - um. Can I maybe go... change? I'm all, um, sticky," Harry says, blush on
his cheeks getting an even deeper shade of red.
 
Louis smiles. "Why don't we just go shower, babe? If you're comfortable with
that, at least."
 
Harry bites his lip. "Yeah, I'm - I'm okay with that."
 
--------
 
Louis goes into the bathroom that's connected to his bedroom and turns the
water on in the shower, making sure that the water is hot, but not too hot.
When Harry gets into the bathroom, he's naked, save his wet boxer briefs
clinging to his soft cock.
 
"Gotta get naked to shower, don't you babe?" Louis asks, striping down out of
his clothes until he's naked. His cock isn't as hard as it was earlier, but
he's still half hard. Harry's eyes travel over his body, gulping whenever his
eyes land on the lower half of Louis.
 
Harry slowly slips out of his boxers, wincing whenever they catch on his legs.
 
Louis can tell that Harry feels awkward, can tell that Harry's struggling to
not put his hands over his junk; struggling not to cover up his body.
 
Louis steps into the shower first, smiling at Harry when Harry doesn't budge
from where he's standing.
 
"You gonna come help me wash up, or what?" Louis asks.
 
Harry bites his lip to stop his smile, but moves forward and gets into the
shower with Louis. Louis closes the shower door, pushing Harry against the
shower wall.
 
"Hi," Louis breathes, then kisses Harry. Harry moans into the kiss, grabbing a
handful of Louis's hair and pulling his head closer so he can deepen the kiss.
Louis's hands instinctively go to Harry's hips, pulling the younger boy into
him, causing their cocks to rub together.
 
Harry breaks away from the kiss, a high moan coming from his lips, and his head
bangs back against the shower wall.
 
"Do - do that again," Harry begs, hands going from Louis's hair to grab
purchase on Louis's back.
 
Louis groans, head falling to Harry's neck as he grabs Harry's hips tighter and
rubs against Harry. Their cocks line up again, rubbing together. Harry moans,
his hips grinding forward so that their cocks will keep rubbing together.
 
Louis sighs, grabbing both of their cocks in his hand and starts to wank them
off together. Harry moans again, high and from the back of his throat.
 
It doesn't take long to get Harry to come again, with Louis coming right after
he does. As they come down from their highs, Louis washes the come off of their
stomachs, and places a light kiss on Harry's jaw.
 
"Can you wash my hair?" Harry asks, eyes dopey and voice fucked-out.
End Notes
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