The English Teacher // Larry Stylinson

Graduation

It's the end of June now and graduation is in two days.

"Harry, you can see my stomach and I can't wear a jumper with this." I say in my gown as he comes into our room in the suit he picked out for the day. "You'll be fine, baby. And jumpers don't really hide jellybean anymore anyway." He says and I sigh. "I know... Oh, and apparently Mrs Transen wants to talk to me today." I say and Harry's eyes go wide.

"Why didn't you tell me she wanted to see you?" He says and I shrug. "Didn't want you to worry." I say and slip on a jumper like always. "Baby, you shouldn't wear that jumper. It's way too hot out for that." He says and wraps his arms around me, holding his hands on my stomach. "I'm not going to school with anything else on." I say and he sighs. "Okay, baby blue. That's fine." He says and kisses my cheek.

We get to school and I head to the office to meet with Mrs Transen. "Hi, um, Mrs Transen wants to see me." I say to the secretary. "Okay, Louis Tomlinson, right?" She says and I nod. "Have a seat, she'll come get you in a minute." She says and I say a small 'okay' before sitting down. What a struggle.

"Mr Tomlinson, you can come with me." Mrs Transen says from her office. I get up as quickly as I can before waddling to her office. "So, I can see you gained some weight." She says and I sigh. "I think you know that's not what it is..." I say and she gives me a small smile and a nod. "Are you sure you want to go up in front of the school for grad? I mean, you've been trying to hide this for what? 6 months?" She says and I sigh and put my hand on my stomach.

"Seven actually and yeah, I'm sure. I can't miss out on this because of my baby belly." I say and she smiles. "Louis, you might not know this but I'm proud of you for still coming to school and doing your work. It shows you're strong enough to be a father even though you're quite young." She says and I give her a small smile. "Thanks," I say and she smiles back. "Now, how about college... are you planning on going?" She says and I think about it for a second.

"Not at the moment." I say and she nods. "Now I have to ask, this occurred after a consensual encounter, right?"
"Absolutely." I reply and she nods. "Well, I'm glad. Now, about graduation. How's your gown? Do you want a bigger one?" She says and I nod. "Please, that'd be great." I say and she nods and smiles. "I'll order one. In the meantime, bring in your current gown in and I'll sort it out." She says and I give her an 'okay' in response.

"Thanks." I say and she smiles. "You're very welcome, Louis. Now, get to class." She says and I smile before waddling out of her office and to my class.

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"I'm getting a bigger gown." I say as we get in the car. "That's good, baby. Is that what you guys talked about?" He says and I nod. "Yeah, and she said she's proud of me for still coming to school." I say and he smiles. "Not as proud as I am, baby blue." He replies. I smile and hold his hand in mine as we leave the parking lot.

We get home and Clifford is already at the door waiting for us like always. "Hey, buddy, let go outside." I say and waddle my way to the back door. "Baby, I can let him out." Harry says and I roll my eyes. "I'm still capable of-" I can't open the patio door. Fuck. "Capable of?" Harry says and I see the smirk on his face. "Fine. You can take him out." I say and let go of the door.

He takes out Cliff and when he comes back inside I'm halfway up the stairs to our room. Clifford comes running up behind me and I hear Harry start walking up the stairs. "Baby, hold onto the railing," he says and I look over my shoulder. "I am, Harold." I say and he sighs. "You weren't."
"I had an itch on my nose."
"Fine. But hold on for the rest of the way, baby." He says and I scrunch up my nose. "So bossy." I say and he rolls his eyes before we get to the top of the stairs.

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It's graduation day and I put on my cap and gown. "Does this look okay?" I say and Harry smiles. "Baby, it's perfect. You're perfect." He says and I smile. "Are you sure? Because I can't look like a balloon when I go on stage." I say and he sighs. "You don't look like a balloon. I can promise you that." He says and I smile. "Thank you, love." I reply and he smiles before kissing my forehead.