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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction, One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles/Lottie_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Lottie_Tomlinson, Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne,
      Niall_Horan, Sophia_Smith, Eleanor_Calder
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Sex, Oral_Sex,
      Secret_Relationship, Brother-Sister_Relationships, non-incest, Pregnancy,
      One_Night_Stands, High_School_AU, Mr_Tomlinson_-_Freeform, Heartbreak,
      Smut, Fluff, Nipple_Play, Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Underage
      Pregnancy, 17-Year-Old_Harry, 30-Year-Old_Louis
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-30 Updated: 2015-12-19 Chapters: 5/? Words: 7775
****** We keep behind closed doors. ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Harry is in a relationship with his maths teacher, Mr Tomlinson.
     When people start to notice the unconventional relationship they
     split to save Louis his job but when Harry is drunk, heartbroken and
     Louis' little sister looks a lot like him, Harry can't control
     himself.
     Harry is 17
     Louis is 30
     Lottie is 17
Notes
     Hope you like it -- Multi-chapter.
     xx
***** Stolen moments that we steal *****
Harry sat in the second row three chairs in hitting the end of his pen against
the desk staring at the textbook in frustration. His math teacher, who is
ridiculously noteworthy hot, was pacing around the classroom helping when
people put their hands up for help. The room had a low murmur of voices, people
had pushed their desks together to help/cheat each other. And here Harry was
becoming increasingly frustrated about the stupidly long equation that he just
couldn’t think about what the next step was. He was reading the example over
and over but how does that help when it is a quarter of the freaking size of
the one he is doing! He spot his hand up in the air in defeat, he hates looking
stupid because he always has to ask for help and then it is so simply answer.
“One second Harry,” Mr Tomlinson said nodding in acknowledgement to Harry.
Harry had always found Mr Tomlinson attractive and he was well aware of Harry’s
attraction, he didn’t exactly care to keep it quiet. Harry gave up trying and
waited for Mr Tomlinson to come and help so he picked up his phone and started
scrolling through facebook aimlessly, commenting on peoples posts and liking
photos. He pulled up google to check the spelling of arachnophobia before
correcting someone’s spelling of the word. Mr Tomlinson watch Harry look up the
spelling before commenting a condescending statement on the status,
“No one likes a know-it-all, Mr Styles.” Mr Tomlinson smirked down at the boy,
stepping so he could stand next to him, as opposed to shadowing him.
“Well I have to be good at something since I suck at Maths, Sir.” Harry looked
up at the older man.
“When you google it, are you really better though?” Mr Tomlinson kicked a leg
of Harry’s chair. Harry rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, teach me maths oh wise one.” Harry turned back to his book, tapping
repeatedly on the equation he cannot finish. Louis looked at it for a couple of
seconds and then bent down with his left arm around the back of Harry’s chair
and the other reaching over him to take his pen and finished the equation.
Harry stayed perfectly still, Mr Tomlinson’s face was only a few centimetres
away from his, his breath hitting his teacher’s cheek. Most students would have
lent back to provide space for their teacher but nope, no way was Harry giving
this up. He paid no attention to what Mr Tomlinson had said just stared at the
way his tan hand moved across the page, his tight grip on the pen. And then the
end of the pen hit him in the forehead.
“Ow! What did you do that for?” Harry rubbed his head. Louis had sat back on
his heels, away from Harry’s face.
“You literally listened to nothing I just said.” Harry looked down and realised
the equation was complete, he zoned in on the step that he was stuck at.
“How did you do that?!” Harry asked in annoyance. Louis laughed.
“I carried the x.” He indicates with the end of the pen.
“You made that up. So you can just carry the x, why can’t you carry the y
then?” Harry was actually dumbfounded. Maths is dumb.
“Because it doesn’t work that way.” Mr Tomlinson stood up, straightening out
his pants.
“That’s stupid. So someone, somewhere made that up and now its fact.” Louis
laughed again at the anger on the boy’s face.
“Exactly.” Louis walked away, his heart fluttering a bit. Harry made all the
same arguments students have made before but Louis found himself paying
attention to the way his lips moved and how bright his eyes got when he finally
understood something. That’s why Louis always found himself finding a way to
touch Harry, put his arm around the back of the chair but pull it in closer so
it was resting on Harry’s back, or lean in closer than needed so he could smell
the fresh laundry and honeysuckle, fresh and rich.
He shook his head getting the thoughts out as Amber, a really annoying girl
with a whiny voice threw her hand up and called his name. He walked over and
she immediately put her hand on his chest when he knelt down, which Louis
shuffled backwards letting it fall. He shivered in disgusted she was so
irritating.
 
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The bell rang and the students quickly filed out of the classroom.
“Have a good weekend! Do the work you didn’t finish!” Louis yells as he stands
near the door, holding it open as his students herded through the doorway. The
final student stopped directly in front of Mr Tomlinson standing far too close
for casual acquaintance. “And how can I help you, Mr Styles?” He looks down at
the green-eyed boy.
Harry reaches up and traces the older man’s lips with his fingertips, “I’m sure
I can think of something we can do, Mr Tomlinson.” He smirks up at the man.
Louis slaps his hand away.
“Stop it Harry. People are everywhere they can see us. Don’t be stupid.” Louis
frowns stepping back from Harry and walking to his desk and sitting down. Harry
pushes the door closed, locking it.
“Am I being naughty Daddy?” spoke softly climbing on to the desk directly in
front of Louis, spreading his legs over the man and sliding in to his lap.
Louis rolls his eyes but grips the boys arse regardless, squeezing it
repeatedly.
“You are going to kill me Harry, I said not here.” Harry groans and leans back
in the chair, grinding his bum back against Louis’ crotch. “Harry stop now!” He
grasped the younger boys chin, pulling him to look him in the eye.
“Then when, Louis?! It has been a week since we have been alone together at
all. Can I come over tonight, please?” Louis loved when his baby begged for
him. He leaned in and kissed the boys throat, pulling him back in hugging him
close.
“Come over tonight.” Harry smirked in triumph, leaning down he pressed his
mouth to Louis. Immediately opening his mouth and rubbing their tongues along
one another’s in comfortable routine. Louis’ arms remaining wrapped tightly
around Harry’s back. They kissed until their heart rates slowed down and their
breathing caught the same rhythm. No desire to tear each other clothes off but
a calm, slow kiss where they felt each other’s every touch. They slowed to a
stop, several soft pecks to the lips before they sat still, lips still
connected. Overwhelming anxiety rose in Louis’ chest.
 Harry pulled back and looked in to Louis’ eyes, they looked concerned, maybe
scared. Harry cupped Louis’ cheek in his hand,
“Are you okay?” Harry frowned, concern bubbling in his chest. Louis just
nodded, closing his eyes.
“I will see you tonight, yeah?” Louis tapped Harry’s leg and he climbed off,
walking towards the door. He turned back opening his mouth to speak but closed
it again giving a soft smile.
“I love you, Lou.” He whispered. Louis opened his eyes looking at the boy.
“Love you too, Haz.” He looked away then and Harry left with a look of worry on
his soft features.
 
 
Louis slumped down in his seat, rubbing harshly at his face.
“What did Mr Styles want Louis?” Louis startled at the voice in the room,
looking up to see Zayn leaning on the doorway.
“Don’t Zayn. I know.” Louis leans back and looks at the ceiling.
“More people are finding out Louis. After you two did it in the bathroom at
that bar three weeks ago, it is all over the school with the students and half
the faculty is beginning to believe it more than a rumour. End it Louis, now.”
Zayn turns and leaves without acknowledging Louis any further.
Louis groans loudly slamming his hand down on the desk.
***** Every piece of you, it just fits so perfectly *****
Chapter Summary
     They are in love.
Chapter Notes
     Unedited as of yet.
     xx
Louis' P.O.V
I lean over looking through the fridge, I need to go food shopping,I have beer
though, so its probably why I still haven’t gone. I grab a beer from the second
shelf and twist the cap off and look around the modern apartment, its spotless,
perfectly decorated. Most people think I have a girlfriend because of the décor
being seasonal but I just like design, probably would have done it if I wasn’t
a teacher. The glossy granite benchtop is winking at me, I throw my bottle cap
on the bench because I am a fucking adult and can do whatever the fuck I want.
I nod to myself and carefully kick over one of the chairs at the breakfast bar,
I don’t want to actually break it. I watch it fall and flinch as it hits the
floor, I look at it for a minute before picking it up again. I take a drink
from the bottle in my hand and stand in the middle of the room, I feel empty.
There is a knock on the door and I look over at it, knowing exactly who is
here. The heaviness and guilt returns to my chest, though the normal increase
in heart rate accompanies it in excitement. He still makes me feel like a
teenager every time I see him. I am desperately in love with him. I stand
looking towards the closed door not moving for long enough for him to knock
again. I walk to the door and pull the heavy barrier open to reveal him.His
standing there, hands stuffed in to his pockets looking down the hallway
watching for people but everyone in this building has their own secrets to
keep, so no one talks. My breath hitches, fuck he looks good,black jeans
hanging slightly off his hips, grey t-shirt pulling over his biceps and curls
tucked in to the dark green beanie he has become obsessed with recently. He
looks up at my through his eyelashes like he knows how to work me, green eyes
sparkling.
I step back and let him through the doorway,
“Hey babe,” He smiles softly and kisses me quickly. I follow him as he tries to
pull away, stepping towards him keeping our lips together. His lips feel smooth
and wet underneath mine like his has been biting them. I put both hands on
either side of his face holding him so he can’t move away. His hands hold my
hips, almost like he is about to push me away but holds me tight in his big
hands. I push my tongue in to his mouth and he sighs, granting me access. I
pull away, standing on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck hugging his
body to mine. He pauses obviously concerned but holds me tight anyway, kissing
the side of my head, sending shivers down my neck and shoulder.
“Are you okay, Lou?” He repeats the question from earlier today. I nod and walk
back to the kitchen picking up me beer and drinking from it.
“Yeah, I’ve just missed you too. Its been ages.” I go back to the fridge and
pull out a beer for Harry, handing it to him putting the cap in the bin this
time.
“Okay” He watches me like I’m about to have an emotional breakdown. I may have
done that before, once or twice. I sit up on the counter swinging my legs and
Harry sits on a bar stool on the other side of the bench to me. I lay back on
the cold surface my head falling in front of him. He smiles down at me, he even
looks this good from this angle.Harry puts his beer bottle near my face,
“Open your mouth.” He smiles stupidly. I roll my eyes and open my mouth for
him, automatically closing my eyes. Beer is poured in to my mouth, I swallow
when he stops.
“You’re stupid.” I say to him, he just laughs and kisses me upside down. “Now
what do you want for food. I vote pizza.” I push my hands out above me and make
grabby hands to him, he just stands up and steps toward me so I wrap my arm
awkwardly around his torso.
“Nah, I don’t want pizza.” He counters.
“Well what do you want?” I squeeze the flesh on his hips and tip my head back
over the edge to kiss his stomach.
“I dunno, whatever.” Harry shrugs, I see him looking down at the skin I can
feel exposed on my stomach. He leans over, squashing my head a bit as he kisses
my stomach, pulling my shirt up further.
“That’s not an answer, Harold. Thai?” I offer.
“Yeah Thai’s good.” He continues kissing me. I pull at his legs to get him to
climb on to the bench as well. He gets it quickly and puts his knees on either
side of my head. I push his shirt up straight away as he starts undoing my
pants pushing them down with my briefs. I gulp in air when he takes me down
right away to the back of his throat before I am even fully hard.
“Harry pants.” I tap his hip to get his attention. Harry climbs off the
counter, removing his pants and briefs quickly. I push mine the rest of the way
off with my feet and sit up to pull my shirt over my head. I lay back the cold
surface startling my heated skin. Harry gets back on the counter after kissing
me, legs spread back over my face, he shuffles further down this time so his
hole is directly in my face. I push the pad on my thumb against it and he
keens, the sound echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Harry takes me back down
in to his throat before pulling back to bop up and down. I throw my head back
slamming it against the bench with no pain only pleasure radiates through me. I
look back up to see his hole clenching around nothing. I want to hear him
screaming. I wrap my arms around his thighs and lick over his hole, he pauses
his work on my cock. I push a finger in, loosening him up so I can get my
tongue inside him, moving it in and out, and licking around his rim. Harry
keeps sucking on me now, moving faster and sucking harder, I match his pace
adding another finger. I stretch him enough to get my tongue in fully to lick
and nip his rim. Harry takes his mouth off letting out a long, low groan, he
sits up and turns around to face me. He straddles my hips, grinding down a
couple of times before lifting up and lining himself up to me. I grab his hips
in both hands,
“No lube?” I question.
“It’s ‘kay.” He mutters and slides down on to me, my spit the only fluid. He is
so tight and hot around me, shit I am glad he doesn’t lift and slam back down
straight away like he normally does. I wait for him to start to move, it starts
getting uncomfortable with him clenching and unclenching around me.
“Harry,” I groan out, my voice sounding weird to my own ears. He just hums in
response and starts to circle his hips.
“Lou,” He whimpers. He lifts up and drops back down repeatedly, throwing his
head back, he rests his hands on my thighs. I hold back and watch this
beautiful boy above me, his beanie came off with his clothes and his hair is
falling in to his face. His lips are permanently parted as he takes shallow
breaths in between moans. He starts to slow down with fatigue so I hold his
hips, bending my knees I start to thrust up in to him. I’m tingling all over
and the heat is increasing, Harry has wrapped his hand around his cock, not
moving it, and just letting my thrusts stimulate movement. He suddenly gasps
and the breath gets stuck in his throat, he always does this before he cums. I
thrust harder, angling where I know he will love. I shudder as he screams my
name, I can’t stop thrusting, new energy empowers me and I push him through his
orgasm and in to my own. I let a loud, uncontrolled scream come from my throat
as my orgasm tears through me. I open my eyes to see Harry smiling down at me
like I am the best thing he has ever seen.
***** Where i can't be yours and you can't be mine *****
Chapter Summary
     Louis builds up the nerve to tell Harry its the end but they both
     need this one last time.
Chapter Notes
     I actually have no idea how many chapter's this will have... Maybe
     another 3 or 4 I think. Not too sure, depends on how much you guys
     like it or not.
     Let me know where you guys are from I am really interested! Im from
     Australia myself.
     Let me know if you like it!
     xx
They sit on either end of the couch, legs tangled together in the middle with
boxes of Thai food in their hands eating quietly while they stare at the show
on the television. Harry’s foot is rubbing along Louis’ thigh, Louis turns to
watch his boyfriend, his eyes flick over the screen watching everything at
once. He tries to put food in his mouth from the side so he doesn’t have to
look away. Louis smiles softly, he is in love. Desperately. This had never felt
wrong to him before, and now with everybody finding out he didn’t know what to
feel anymore so he shut down. Harry was oblivious and maybe that was just his
age, he didn’t see the issue with people finding out that he is dating a man
thirteen years his senior and his teacher. Harry was so wide eyed innocent and
perception ignorant. He only saw that they had met a year ago on a plane when
they sat next to each other, Louis just moving to the town and Harry looking
older than he actually was, Harry’s perception wasn’t quite to the point of
student-teacher.
He is beautiful though, his face is perfectly sculpted, small tattoos on his
arms and chest showing without a shirt. His eyes were the clear shade of green,
they altered with what and who he was looking at. His soul was truly stunning,
he is so kind and grateful. Louis put’s his food down making Harry look up and
meet his eyes, he copies Louis’ actions when he sees his face. Harry stands up
and moves closer to Louis, wrapping an arm around him,
“Baby, why are you looking at me like that?”  Harry rubs his arm. Louis sits
back, pulling away from Harry’s embrace to lean against the arm of the couch.
He sighs, tears pricking in his eyes, he looks up to the ceiling trying to rid
them.
“Harr-“ His voice cracks and a sob comes out, he swallows shaking his head.
“People know, Harry. People know.” Harry grabs his hands but Louis pulls them
away. “Why don’t you get it Harry! This isn’t okay. It won’t be okay. I can
lose my job, I can lose everything!” Louis’ voice raises higher and higher
until he is yelling. He stands up and starts pacing, but Harry just keeps
watching him, blank expression on his face, he knew this was coming.
“We can’t do this anymore. I’m nervous and scared all the time, I don’t know
what to do! I love you so fucking much,” Louis motions between them and heart
leaps as Harry just sits there looking him in the eyes from his same spot on
the couch. “I have one half of my brain telling me ‘No’ and to stop this and
the other half continues to remind me of how much I love you and how much it
kills me to not see you. This last week has been so hard for me, for us. I see
you every day but to not be able to touch you is the most horrible feeling in
the world.” He has walked to the other side of the room, the tv continues to
play in the background. Harry still hasn’t moved and it starts to agitate
Louis, he wants him to yell back, to cry, to leave. Anything! But he just is
sitting there watching Louis. “Why won’t you react?! For fucksake Harry! I just
said we have to break up and its like you don’t give a shit!” Louis is walking
closer to Harry continuing to rant on and on about how he is scared and Harry
doesn’t care.
Harry suddenly stands up to his full height, towering over Louis and pushes him
against the wall. Louis finally stops yelling and gasps in shock as his back
hits the wall. Harry has gripped his jaw in his oversized hand,
“Don’t you dare act like I don’t care, that I don’t love you.” Louis for a
split second is scared, but shakes Harry’s hand off and pushes him away. He
hits his chest with his fist, striking down.
“You don’t get to touch me like that! Harry people know.”
“Shut up Louis! We are not breaking up.” Louis’ nostrils are flaring, he
doesn’t know what to do but be angry. He can’t be sad, he has been sad for too
long. “Common Lou, hit me. I know you want to, hit me.”
Louis brings his fist back to Harry’s chest, he goes to hit him but Harry
catches his hand before he can make contact. Louis goes to try with his other
hand but Harry catch it as well. Louis tries to pull free but is met with
resistance.
“Harry. Let. Me. Go. Now.” Louis pronounces each word specifically.
“No.” Harry stands firm holding Louis’ hands to his chest.
“Harry.”
“No.” Louis tries to pull away hard, throwing his body away from Harry’s and
thrashing his fists against Harry’s chest. Harry lets go suddenly and Louis
loses balance for a second before Harry grabs the back of his head and brings
their mouths together. Louis melts in to the kiss and begins crying, really
crying. Harry continues to hold him, not letting go but picks Louis up, bridal
styles and walks toward the bedroom. He sits Louis on the bed but Louis pulls
him down with him until Harry is hovering over Louis as they kiss. Louis’ tears
are smeared across both of their faces, but now Louis holds Harry to him with
his arms and legs.
“Louis…”  Harry starts but is quickly cut off by Louis’ mouth.
“Shut up, Harry. Just fuck me, please.” He whispers, voice raw. Harry nods,
heaviness in his chest when he looks back and see’s Louis’ face. He steps off
the bed and pulls down his pants before returning back to hovering over Louis.
He kisses his lips softly over and over as he reaches down and removes Louis’
only remaining item of clothing, leaving them both naked.
No prep, no blowjobs, no rimming, no fingering. Harry reaches over and coats
himself in lube, he didn’t even know he was hard until now. This isn’t about
lust, this is about Harry and Louis, Louis and Harry and that was all. He met
Louis’ eyes as he entered him, neither’s face changed in pleasure, Louis just
sobbed but Harry knew not from pain.
Louis wrapped his fingers in Harry’s hair not moving his eyes from Harry’s.
Harry thrusted in, deep and slow, feeling every single inch that he moved.
Louis didn’t moan and whimper like he usually did, he just watched, he kissed
Harry’s lips firmly, holding them together. Louis didn’t move, he let Harry
move in and out slowly, they both felt love, closeness, unity, trust, and
safety as they lay together, joined in the most intimate way imaginable, mouths
pressed together and a slow hot grind bringing them closer to the end.
They both felt the familiar heat in their lower stomachs.
“Louis.” Harry whispered against Louis’ lips and pulls back so their foreheads
were pressed together.
“Harry,” Louis sobbed making Harry hold him tighter. Louis released over their
stomachs with a sigh and harsh sob with Harry following soon after. Neither
felt the normal release or even pleasure but they felt secure and safe for just
a moment in time.
Harry tried to pull away and climb off Louis, but he whined holding Harry
tighter to him. Harry ignored the knowledge that if he stayed there Louis
wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow and continued to hold the person that he
truly believed is the love of his life.
“Louis, its over isn’t it?” harry mumbled close to Louis’ ear. Louis didn’t
speak he just nodded, holding safer to the younger boy and let final silent
tears leave his eyes and roll down his cheeks.
***** I'm in so deep *****
Chapter Summary
     Louis and Harry interact for the first time following the break-up.
Chapter Notes
     I honestly only have a rough idea about where this is going, I just
     get ideas on what I want to happen.
     I hope you guys enjoy it anyway.
      Sorry, UNEDITED
     Thanks xx
Louis drove to work on Monday, he was essentially a walking teen drama. His
hair was unbrushed, he hasn’t shaved, his shirt is untucked, no tie, his
wearing jeans when school protocol for staff is strictly dress pants, button up
shirt and tie. He was generally dishevelled in appearance. He hasn’t slept
since he left, he hasn’t eaten. Louis doesn’t know what to do, he has cried
endlessly, how can something that is supposed to be for the better making him
feel so bloody shit. He knows he is going to see him in fifth period but can’t
bear to think about it too much, seeing him sitting there; second row, three
chairs in. He hasn’t had the balls yet to actually delete any pictures or move
Harry’s things from the draws he currently occupies in Louis’ bedroom, he
honestly has not done anything but stare at the ceiling letting out loud sobs
or laying numb.
He sits in the car for at least 10 minutes working up the energy to even move,
everything is hard, putting on his pants this morning was too hard. Finally, he
puts his hand on the handle, just fucking do it,he commands in his mind. He
opens the door staring at the ground for a second before getting out and
walking in to the school. It’s full of students already because he is…he looks
down at his watch, an hour late. The bell rings and signals students to be
ready on parade, Louis walks quickly to the front of the students, standing in
front of his form class. Fucking ofcourse!He forgets that Harry is in his form.
Harry looks up and meets his eyes, he looks… okay and that breaks Louis’ heart
further. He is here broken inside and out over this boy and he looks like he
doesn’t give a shit. Louis’ chest is pounding and he holds his breath as Harry
holds his eyes until Harry’s friends arrive and discontinue his gaze. Louis
looks down, his hands shaking, Harry’s eyes held no emotion not the normal
loving playfulness that they usually contained.
The principal starts to speak, gaining the students attention so Louis and all
the other teachers start to mark their form rolls. Louis sighs when he bends
down to get his roll realising that he didn’t pick up his class package before
parade. Fuck.Sophia, one of the other year twelve form teachers hands Louis his
package beneath the podium and he could truly kiss her in that moment. He takes
it and smiles up at her gratefully, mouthing thank you.Sophia nods rolling her
eyes at Louis but looks slightly concerned by his appearance, not that Louis is
always the most perfectly presented, but she notices the bags under his eyes
and how pale his normally tanned skin appears.
Louis leans on the podium as he begins marking his role and the principal talks
on and on about school notices. Scanning down the list he looks at the students
and ticks off their names or red crosses through those absent. Caitlyn, Adam,
Jessica, Lucy, Jane, Ed, Jacob, Liam…..He looks up and Liam isn’t next in line,
Louis looks up and down the line stopping three people from where Liam should
be. Liam and Harry are taking turns to try and pinch each other while facing
the front, standing next to each other messing up the uniform straight lines.
Harry is laughing and jumping away every time Liam moves to pinch him. Louis
ignores it and continues down the line until the Principal coughs and yells
across the open space,
“Mr Tomlinson, I think you wise to see to your class. Mr Payne and Mr Styles
seem to think they are in Primary School again and can play games during
parade. I see you fit to distribute punishment as needed.” He bellows watching
Louis and indicating for Liam to go back in line. Louis nods to the Principal
out of respect but he honestly hates the man, he has been busting his balls
since day one. Louis makes eye contact with Harry and he sighs;
“You two boys see me straight after parade, please.” He says in his hoarse
voice that hasn’t been used since he cried Harry’s name during sex. He coughs
and points to Liam’s normal spot in line, which he slumps his shoulders and
shuffles to through the crowd. The parade ends soon after and Zayn stops to
talk to Louis briefly before heading to class.
“Are you alright, mate? I tried calling all weekend, was gonna see if you
wanted to come watch the game with me.” Zayn rambles oblivious to Louis’
discomfort with life currently.
“ ‘m fine.” Louis nods and turns away from Zayn’s worried glare. Calling Liam
and Harry to him before they can run away to class.
They stand in front of the podium and Louis leans over it to look them both in
the eye below him. “You two, detention this afternoon, my classroom.” He states
frankly. Harry looks straight at the floor, not in shame but in pure
awkwardness. Mr Jaxon, the Principal stops behind Louis,
“This isn’t the first time you boys have been acting up in parade and
throughout the school. Mr Tomlinson has given you both detention I assume.” The
two boy’s nods, avoiding both men’s eye contact completely. “Good, how about we
make it a week so you both understand a little better.” Both boys heads snap up
at that, Liam looking at Mr Jaxon and Harry looking in to Louis’ eyes,
pleading. As soon as Mr Jaxon leaves Liam pipes up,
“Mr Tomlinson, I have training every day this week for the big game on the
weekend!” He whines complaining with underlying fear.
“That’s fine Liam, you can do your detention all next week instead. Same thing
though, an hour every day for a week.” Liam thanks Louis again and again before
running off to class, whereas Harry holds Louis’ eyes for a minute longer
before slowly turning and walking away from him. Louis almost hoped that he
would have said something, anything to him.
 
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Monday
Harry walks in to detention that afternoon, he is petrified, he hasn’t spoken
to Louis at all since he left his apartment on Saturday. It is going to be the
most awkward hour of his life and he has to do it five times this week. Louis
is slumped over his desk, head in his hands, Harry stands in the doorway
watching as Louis sighs heavy and whimpers looking up to the ceiling trying to
stop tears from falling. Harry leans against the door frame and knocks gently,
Louis wipes his eyes and see’s Harry. Louis nods to him and gestures to a seat
in the front row, he shuffles paper on his desk and swipes away some moisture
from Dani’s paper in his advanced class. Harry sits looking at everything but
Louis playing with his fingers, Louis catches himself staring when green eyes
finally meet his.
Harry coughs, “Do I have to do anything or just sit here?” he asks quietly,
almost at a whisper. Louis’ head snaps up when he hears that voice. He quickly
looks down at his desk and sees an answer sheet and a stack of tests from his
lower grade class. He picks them up and walks around his desk to put half on
Harry’s desk with the answer sheet and a red pen. He is cautious not to move to
close or touch Harry in anyway. He quickly retreats to his own desk, scurrying
around it like a small animal, Harry would have laughed if his heart wasn’t
racing and butterflies about to spill from his mouth. Harry stares at Louis
waiting for instruction, Louis shuffles uncomfortable under his gaze, he
quickly realises what Harry is waiting for and stumbles over his words;
“Oh! Um, j-just use the sheet there to mark the, um, papers” He picks up his
own pen and starts marking paper ferociously, formula’s memorised in his head.
“But I’m not good at maths.” Harry states matter-of-factly. Louis looks back
up, gaping at Harry for a second too long.
“You, um, don’t have to be. Its all on the answer sheet. Just literally tick or
cross it, they get two points if they get the formula and answer right and one
if they just get the answer. Its out of 40 if you could write the total on the
front.” Harry nods and starts marking. For fucks sake Louis get your shit
together, you are a 30 year old man.Louis wants to slap himself, Harry’s eyes,
voice, mouth is all driving him crazy, he has never felt so consumed by a
person before. No one has ever made him panic, love, hate, and cry as
completely as Harry has, he has never felt a love like this before and now God
is torturing him.
And then an hour is over and he leaves.
 
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Tuesday
“Hi” Harry walks in to the classroom and sits at the desk directly in front of
Louis’ just staring at him, Louis stares back uncomfortable but too enchanted
by the other to look away.
There is a cough from the doorway, both boys eyes snap towards the door to see
Zayn or Mr Malik standing there in a white button up shirt and navy blue
trousers.
“Can I speak to you a moment, Louis?”  Zayn indicates out of the classroom.
“Get out your stuff from today’s class and finish it, I’ll be one second.”
Louis points to Harry and strides to the door, closing it behind him. Zayn
looks concerned.
“Why is Harry in your classroom, alone Louis? Why isn’t he in the general
detention?” Louis flinches at Harry’s name and Zayn’s eyebrows furrow.
“No one else has detention this week, Zayn. Not yet anyway, Mr Jaxon just asked
me to host his detention instead. Trust me I would rather not be in a room with
him for an hour every day.” He feels sick with the words coming out of his
mouth.
“Wha- aren’t you two?” Zayn puts his arm on Louis’ arm. Louis shakes his head
and lets out a dry sob.
“We,” he sniffles and swallows hard before speaking again, “we broke up. Elena
asked me about it in the staff room, everyone was listening. I said no of
course but you were right I guess, everyone was finding out...” He trails off
and looks at the wall behind Zayn’s head.
“Man, I’m sorry, hey. I didn’t approve but I’m sorry yeah.” He hugs Louis who
doesn’t hug back at all just stands accepting the gesture.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. I should…” He points back to the door and walks away from
his best friend. He opens the door entering back to the green eyes that are
haunting him.
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Wednesday
“Can you, ah, help me with this assignment? I don’t understand how the table is
supposed to work in excel.” Harry breathes deep after finishing the sentence,
having being working up to that sentence for the last twenty minutes. Louis
looks up staring at him for a second before registering the words, nodding,
getting up and walking over to the desk Harry sits at. He kneels down to
Harry’s height to see his computer screen filled with graphs and tables.
“You need to enter the formula in here after highlighting all these cells so
that it applies to them all.” He points to the screen indicating the correct
sections. Harry squints at the screen trying to focus his eyes on the right
formula he has copied out on the split screen. “I told you to get your eyes
checked, you need glasses.” Louis spits out before realising what he had said.
Harry just stared gobsmacked at him, laughing lightly.
“Well, I just always used yours and they worked fine, didn’t they?” Louis’
heart flutters at the sweet sound of Harry’s playful voice. Louis stands up,
Harry grabs his arm quickly startling them both in the process, he retreats his
hand. Louis looks down at the place where his hand was touching him. “I, still,
still need help is all.” Harry looks down at his fingers, “Sorry.”
Louis stands to his full height walking over to his satchel, lifting the flap
and pulling out his reading glasses. He walks back over handing them to Harry.
“So you can see.” He mutters. Crouching back down he points out the formula
again to Harry with his glasses on and highlights the cells for him,
demonstrating what needs to be done. The two work over Harry’s assignment until
he understands it completely and is almost finished. Louis sits back in his own
seat, letting Harry format the assignment. He feel heavy, on edge, exhausted
from just forty minutes of talking to the boy he is in love with. The air
around them is so thick and intoxicating, they both leave with heavy minds and
drunk hearts.
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Thursday
Harry knocks on the door to Louis’ classroom, only to have it swing open to
reveal the man himself. The strong scent of cologne follows Louis to the door,
Harry scans over his outfit, he is wearing a different crisp white button up
with a black blazer over the top.
“Oh, sorry. I thought I sent a note to you. I can’t do your detention today, I
have a dinner I have to go to. You are to go and join everyone else in Miss
Smith’s class.” Louis fumbles with his words.
“What dinner? With who?” Harry interrogates. Why is Louis going to a dinner
dressed like that, he only dressed like that for their first date and first
year anniversary.
Louis sighs uncomfortable, “Just a friend of mine from university.”
“You’re dressed awfully nice for a ‘friend’ from uni,” Harry air quotes friend
with his hands. Louis rolls his eyes.
“Drop it. Now. I have to go.” He pushes passed Harry down the hallway, ignoring
the glare he can feel burning in to his back.
In truth he is going to dinner with about six or seven guys that he was friends
with from university who decided to get together as they all live in
surrounding towns but for some reason he wanted Harry to react.
Meanwhile, Harry has ditched detention, pissed off he punches several lockers
on his way out of the school.
***** Every second, every thought *****
Chapter Summary
     They both need it.
Chapter Notes
     xxx
     So, I never edit. Oh well...
Friday
Louis was hungover and Harry was pissed. As Louis just gave activities out of
the textbook for every class, Harry sat glaring at him trying to see any
evidence of Louis being with someone else. Louis could feel the eyes piercing
in to his neck, lips, chest…crotch. Harry’s eyes where everywhere consuming him
in front of the class of 25 kids. Louis tried hard not to look up and meet
those eyes he was borderline obsessed with, the boy he was obsessed with.
Harry’s mind was full of images of Louis with another man or women, he couldn’t
think rationally about anything.
As the class stood up to leave Louis called Harry over. Harry’s head shot up at
the sound of his voice and his eyes narrowed as he stalked to the front of the
class room.
“What?” Harry snapped, the final lingering student shotting around to look at
the confrontation. Harry glared at the girl until she ran from the classroom
with her books askew.
“Seriously?” Louis rolled his eyes and walked around the desk to lean against
the front, tapping his fingers on the underside of the laminate top.
“Yes Louis, seriously.” Harry repeated the word mimicking Louis’ voice.
“Oh god, Harry!” Louis threw his hands up in frustration, “What is wrong with
you?”
“Really?!” Louis nodded sarcastically, “Well, maybe my boyfriend of almost two
years just broke up with me and then I find out he went out on a date last
night. And to top that off he comes in to work today hungover and looking like
he was up all night fucking someone who was no me!” Harry’s eyes brim with
tears as Louis refuses to give in to him.
“It wasn’t a date and you know why I broke up with you. What do you want from
me?” Louis is frustrated he wants to grab the boy and tell him they can be
together forever.
Harry gains his nerves back, wiping away any stray tears that escaped. “It
wasn’t a date?”
“No, unless all eight of us were on it together!” Louis rolls his eyes. “You
think I would actually do that to you?” Harry smirks, stepping closer to the
older man running his hands down the buttons of Louis’ shirt.
“No, that’s true. But there is a lot of things I want you to do to me.” He
leans forward speaking softly in to the man’s ear.
“You know we can’t, Harry. That’s the reason we broke up, that can make me lose
my job.” He pushes Harry’s hand away but it returns straight back to where it
was.  
“But we’ve done this before, remember when you found out how old I was after
our first date. We were at your house and all it took was for me to tell you it
would be okay, do this,” his hand grip Louis’ length through his pants, “and
whisper in your ear…” Harry steps closer again pressing his lips to Louis’ ear.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
Louis pushes away slightly and grabs the back of his neck pulling his mouth
down and presses their lips together. They kiss. They kiss hard, with more
tongue than lips as Harry’s hands grope Louis’ arse and Louis’ clutch Harry’s
hair with one hand and his waist with the other.
Harry is older in every aspect than when they met, his leaner, stronger,
broader and knows what gets Louis going. Louis in defeat spins around lifting
Harry on to the desk, spreading his legs and stepping between them.
“Fucking hell.” Louis curses pushing Harry back against the desk by his throat.
“Fuck yes!” Harry moans out and thrusts his hips in the air. Louis smirks the
drive of Harry taking over him.
“You want that baby? Want me to use you, don’t you?” He nips at Harry’s neck
while undoing his shirt. Harry is nodding, pushing his own pants off. Louis
steps back, bracing his palms on Harry’s bent knees and looks over the boy,
eyes wild, cheeks flushed. “We can’t do this.” He shakes his head, there is no
way. Harry shoots up to a sitting position,
“No, no. Please don’t leave me. Please Louis, I need this. Please.” Harry is
frantic, pulling at his own hair, tears pricking in his eyes in fear. He pulls
on Louis’ open shirt, kissing down his chest. “Please, it means nothing, just
use me. Please.” Louis watches the boys with a blank expression, he runs a hand
through Harry’s hair calming him.
“I’m so sorry.” Louis murmurs, tracing Harry’s lips. Harry closes his eyes,
parting his lips, submitting completely. Louis watches the shift in his boy, he
wants this. Louis hand travels down Harry’s jaw, holding his throat in his
palm. Harry rolls his head to the side, eyes glazed over, causing Louis to
tighten his grip cutting off oxygen. Harry looks in to Louis’ eyes already
vacant.
Harry is thrown down against the desk while Louis undoes his pants and pulls
his briefs down. He wrenches Harry down the desk by a hold under his thighs and
pushes in dry. Harry holds the top of the desk, arching at the intrusion.
“Fucking hell, Louis!” He screams bile rising in his throat for a second until
the burn begins lessening with each thrust. Louis kicks his pants off his
ankles as he thrust firm and certain in to the boy he loves. Harry reaches down
the rub his hand up and down himself, Louis hits it away, holds Harry’s hand
and leans over the boy holding both his hands in his. Harry’s heart races at
the intimacy. The two pressed together as Louis pins Harry to the hard surface.
Louis starts moaning softly, heat rising in his groin, Harry’s voice is caught
in his throat as he is quickly forced towards the edge. Louis feels Harry
tensing, his back arching and the buddle of nerves he slams in to with every
thrust.
“Come on baby, do it.” Louis locks eyes with Harry. Harry moans squirming as he
is pushed higher and higher. He explodes, coming between them both, a scream
coming from his mouth, hands tight on Louis’ back digging in his nails until
Louis pulls out spinning the boy around, standing up and thrusting in to him as
he is laid stomach down on the desk. Harry gasp in sensitivity as Louis chases
his orgasm, heat building too quickly, radiating from him. He pulls out and
paints Harry’s back with himself. Without a rational thought, Louis leans over
and licks a strip of the cum off Harry’s back and gets on to his knees licking
over Harry’s stretched hole.
“Louis! No.” Harry says desperately trying to pull away but Louis knows there
is no force or meaning behind it. Louis hold his thighs, pushing his face
between the boys cheeks, Harry is scratching the desk but pushing back against
Louis’ face. Louis reaches around and pumps Harry’s length forcing a second
orgasm on him. “Louis, please. Oh god.” Harry yells and comes again overwhelmed
he blacks out for a second, vision fading in and out.
Louis gets dressed again and cleans Harry off, he stands the boy off and
dresses him before cuddling him close to his chest.
“Are you okay baby?” Louis strokes his hair and Harry clings to the older man
nodding. “I’ll drive you home, yeah?” He picks up Harry’s bag, taking his hand
and looks out in to the empty hallway. “Come on, let’s go quick.” They walk
quickly in to the carpark, Louis dragging Harry’s almost limp body.
Harry falls asleep two minutes in to the drive, Louis steals glances at him.
Torn between his reality and what he wants most in life, what he needs most in
life.
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