Hands On Learning

6. deserve this

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To say that Louis woke up in pain the next morning would be a huge understatement. He felt like the lower half of his body was on fire, and not in a good way.

The lust, the excitement, the just fucking brand new feeling of sex in general from the night before had pushed the pain to the back of Louis' mind in the moment, but now it was all he could feel. He practically cried as he slowly got out of bed. He didn't want to go to school, but Mr. Styles had asked/commanded that he go and he said yes. He wanted to be good and listen to his daddy, so he reluctantly got ready and headed out. Besides who was he kidding he wanted to see if Mr. Styles could possibly get even more smug than the previous day of school. He bet he would.

As Louis was headed to gym class, Adidas bag slung over his little shoulder, he heard Liam call his name and turned around with a smile. "Hey Liam! What's up?"

Liam was positively beaming to see him, and Louis was incredibly relieved that Liam even still wanted to see him after he had to let him down. He cared too much to lose Liam. "What do you wanna do later? We could grab food... go to the mall?"

Louis got excited and bounced on the balls of his feet, wincing slightly after. "Yes oh my god I need new clothes so desperately."

Liam shook his head. "You have way too many clothes, Louis. Your closet is stuffed."

"Just like your mouth with a dick every night," Louis automatically fired back.

"Jesus Christ, Louis you dirty fuck." They both laughed together and Louis checked his phone.

"Ugh shit I need to go. Text me later Li." He was off with a wave.

He was absolutely dreading gym and needing to run as he got changed in the locker room. Normally he would be sneakily eyeing up the other shirtless guys, but none compared to Mr. Styles so, not really desirable anymore. He put on his shorts, sleeveless tee and little blue sneakers and made his way out to the gym. Mr. Horan was shouting for everyone to line up for dodgeball and Louis groaned at the thought.

"Alright guys let's split up into two teams. Count off, one or two to pick your sides." The closer down the line they got to Louis, the more anxious he felt. When it came his turn he paused.

"Mr. Horan?" He asked quietly.

"Yes Louis? What is it?" Mr. Horan had a look of genuine concern on his face.

"I don't feel very well, can I just sit this one out?"

He nodded. "Of course Louis, do you need to go to the nurse, maybe be sent home?"

Shit. This was backfiring fast. "No, no it's not that just, I, err." Louis' mind raced for an excuse. "I fell down the stairs yesterday so I'm a little sore." A couple people laughed at him and he found the sources and shot them a glare. Wish you were doing what I was last night you dumb fucks.

The blonde man smiled reassuringly. He was so nice. "Ah, okay Louis sorry to hear it. Go ahead and have a seat then." Louis sighed in relief and made his way to stand at the sidelines, despite rows of empty bleachers.

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Mr. Horan

Hands in his pockets, Mr. Horan stood on the sidelines while he watched the game and shouted every now and again for people who had been hit, or tossed back a wayward ball.

"You're out Y/N (I'm sorry lmao), I saw that. No cheating." The teen looked a little embarrassed and hustled off the court to sit on the bleachers. The man noticed then that Louis wasn't sitting, but rather standing stiffly and pretty unnaturally about ten feet away. He gazed at him for a moment, before speaking up.