taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ??

24.

"Yes?" Harry inquired impatiently, glancing behind Brendon's shoulder to get a glimpse at Louis, who was now being helped by Luke with the balloons; and he feels like fire is flaring from his nostrils from how frustrated he was. Couldn't Luke see that Louis wasn't interested and never would be? Well, maybe not because Harry continuously makes it seem like Luke has a chance, though he doesn't.

"Do you think that Melanie is into me?" Brendon asked shyly, itching the back of his head. "I sound like a teenager, I know. But do you think that she likes me? Like more than a friend?"

Harry's eyes widened at the question, never expecting Brendon to be asking this question. He never gave any hints that he was into anything, let alone humans, so this was shocking to Harry. Plus, the two wouldn't make a bad couple--they had almost everything in common. So much that it was scary. "I don't know, but she'd be insane not to. Maybe you should ask her how she feels tonight when we go to the bar."

"Good idea. I knew I could count on you, Harry." And just before Brendon was about to leave, he pointed his finger at Harry and lowered his voice to whisper. "And if you want to do the same for Louis, then you might want to somehow get rid of Luke. He's been flirting with Louis all night."

After Brendon walked away, Harry sucked in a breath and walked over to where both Louis and Luke was standing, forcing himself to smile to appear normal, but he was sure that he looked disgruntled. Luke squinted his eyes at Harry and glanced at Louis, who was letting air out of a balloon and staring at Harry with a soft smile on his face; Harry loves that smile a lot.

"Well, if it isn't the man of the hour." Louis said jokingly, causing Harry to laugh while Luke did it bitterly. "Is there anything that you need?"

"Anything that can be possibly spoken about later?" Luke added with annoyance, but Harry continued to ignore him and act as if he wasn't there--Louis seemed to not notice the obvious tension between the two of them, and if he did, he was very good at hiding it in Harry's opinion.

"I have a few things that I need to pack up in my classroom, and I was wondering if maybe you could help me." Harry said, then gently biting his lip, a move that Luke knew too well--it was a sign that Harry was flirting. "It's okay if you can't, but a extra hand would be nice before we leave."

Louis looked into Harry's eyes for what seemed to be the longest time before he said yes, then saying that he had to grab his backpack from the stage before walking away, leaving Luke and Harry standing next to each other. Luke looked furious, his hands now fists and his face a flushed red; looking ready to pummel Harry into the floor.

"You like him." Luke said, his tone incredulous. "No wonder I've been getting indirect advice about him from you."

"Listen, Luke, I just didn't know how to tell you that he didn't like you because he likes me." Harry responded, and he isn't even sure if he's sympathetic anymore; he feels like he's approaching a tone that hints at being blunt.

"So what you're saying is that you guys are dating?"

Harry twiddled with his thumbs, feeling caught. "Well, no, but you have to understand that we--"

"Have nothing?" Luke asked amusedly, and before Harry could se a comeback, Louis called him over from the other side of the room; nodding his head toward the exit while slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He wanted to say more to Luke, shut him down even, but instead he licked his lips and stomped over to where Louis was, knowing that he lost this argument.

Soon Harry and Louis were leaving the room together, unaware of the way some of the teachers were staring at them from the corner of their eyes and whispering. Well, Harry was oblivious to it, but it made Louis clutch onto his backpack a little tighter. There was silence between them as they walked down the hall to Harry's classroom, and Harry was about to open his mouth and say something, but Louis was taking both of his hands in his and using his strength to push Harry up against the lockers; attaching his lips to Harry's in a flash.

As cliché as it may sound, Harry felt sparks flying from a million different directions every time he kissed Louis, and he was so hungry for the kiss that he wrapped his fingers around the strap of Louis' backpack and tugged it onto the floor; causing a loud thud to echo through the hallway. He let his legs wrap around Louis' waist as he was lifted, and he moaned quietly when Louis brought one of his hands up his shirt.

"What if someone walks out here and sees us?" Harry whispered, the back of his head softly knocking against the locker when he felt Louis' finger swipe against one of his nipples in a teasingly slow manner.

"Stop worrying so much," said Louis hoarsely, and Harry thanked God for the dimly lit hallway because he doesn't think that he could take that much embarrassment. "I could not stop thinking about you tonight. Luke kept talking my fucking head off, but all I could think about you." Louis let his hands slide down Harry's shirt to get a feel of his milky skin, stopping them so that it rested at the man's hips instead. "And the way you sound when you're being touched by me. So, so pretty."

Harry raked his fingers through Louis' hair and brought their lips back together desperately, tilting his head to the side to get a better angle, then whimpered softly when he felt Louis' bulge in between his legs. If he didn't have anymore pride left, he would certainly let Louis fuck him against the lockers until he wasn't able to see straight--not that he does now anyways--but he'd rather not get fired for having sex in the school.

"I-I've been thinking about this since yesterday, Daddy. Shit, I want you so bad." Harry said, his voice trembling. "Can we go--"

Suddenly, from several feet away, the door to the gym opened and light flooded out into the hallway. Before Harry had the chance to panic and fall on his ass, Louis sat him back down on his feet and moved inches away from Harry, straightening out his outfit and running a hand through his hair so that he appeared normal, which he did. There was nothing Harry could do though, being that he looked completely wrecked with his puffy pink lips and the fact that the back of his hair was matted from the heat.

A couple of teachers came walking out, talking loudly and discussing how fun tonight would be without noticing Harry and Louis standing farther away--well, Liam noticed since he came out last while stuffing chocolate bars into his pocket and looking back and forth; nearly having a heart attack when he met eyes with the two, his hand rushing to his chest. "Jesus Christ, can you two not lurk in the shadows? And Harry please look a little more decent; people are around."

Louis laughed, though Harry was blushing uncontrollably and trying to fix his hair. "'Harry and I were just having a talk' can't be a valid excuse with you now, I suppose?"

"Nope!" Liam exclaimed, stuffing the chocolate bars further into his pocket. "The bus is here, so I suggest that you guys fix those. . .problems before you guys get left. See you on the bus!"

NOTE: HI ANOTHER UPDATE BECAUSE I AM SUPERWOMAN WHO KNEW I LOVE YOU BEAT BOXES HOW ARE YOU I HOPE NO ONE RUINED YOUR DAY BECAUSE ILL FIGHT THEM IF YOU WANT ME TO !! also next chapter is very,,,, intense / wild so like preorder death of a bachelor

POLL TIME BECAUSE YALL GIVING ME MIXED SIGNALS :-)

1.) SHOULD LIAM COMMIT AN ILLEGAL ACT AND FALL FOR STUDENT!NIALL AND HAVE NIAM

2.) OR, LIMA BEAN SHOULD FALL FOR ZAYN AND FALL FOR HIS WAITER SKILLS AND HAVE ZIAM