Larry Stylinson - One Shots (boyxboy)

[9] Tutoring

Sorry I didn't update in so so long, but I was on holidays and I didn't really have time and then I painted my walls and I had even less time. So sorry again...

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Louis is the typical 'bad-boy' and Harry a nerd. What happens when Harry has to help Louis with his grades and Louis sees how Harry really is?

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Louis POV

"Mr. Tomlinson? Would you please stay for a moment?" My teacher asks, earning a groan from me. "I have to go now." I answer annoyed.

"Okay, but this only takes 5 minutes. Sit down please." I sit down in front of my teachers desk, with a huge fake smile on. I guess you can't even call it 'smile'. "As you probably know, your marks got worse. So I talked to your mother and she had the idea of you getting a tutor. We already chose one. Do you know Harry Styles?"

"Why him? Can't I choose my own tutor?" I groan annoyed again.

"Well we thought that it would be good, since he is in nearly all of your classes. This discussion is over now. Mr. Styles waits outside of this classroom for you, that you two can find a time and place to meet."

I roll my eyes and press my lips to a thin line as I walk out of the classroom without a goodbye to my teacher. When I go out I feel a hand on my shoulder and I whirl around to see Harry looking apologetic at me. "I-I am sorry. I... tried to t-talk to them, b-but they wou-ouldn't listen t-to me. I am sorry, that you h-have to learn with m-me."

I look down at him and chuckle lightly. "Aww, look, it's okay, yeah? Don't worry, I am not 'the bad guy' I look like." I may be a bit sassy, okay really sassy, but I am not mean or something and I hate it when somebody is scared of me.

"O-okay." He looks a bit more relaxed. "S-so, where do you want to learn... and when?" He smiles now and whoah- his dimples! I want to poke them so badly that I have to ball my hands to fists to no to touch his cute little dimples. Did I just say cute? No? No. I didn't, okay?

"Uhm..." I clear my throat. "I-I don't know. Maybe at yours? On Wednesday? At 4pm?" He smiles up at me and nods, before giving me his address and going to, probably, his locker and waving a goodbye.

~ Wednesday ~

When I knock at his door at 3:30pm he opens it with only his boxers on and wet hair. "S-sorry. I-I didn't think you'd be that early. Uhm- y-you can sit down in the living room, while I- ... dry my hair, okay?" I only nod, because I can't trust my voice right now.

He looks so hot! I didn't know, that he has a fucking six pack! Whoah and his curly hair, it's just so- aahhh! I am getting mad. I shake my head quickly and look up to see Harry blushing lightly at my stare. He moves out of the way, that I can go into the house and sit down in the couch in the living room, waiting for him to come downstairs.

When I look around I realize that he must be pretty rich. In the living room is a huge TV and the couch looks so... expensive. Everything looks so expensive. I don't know how to explain this.

When I hear footsteps I look up to see Harry in sweatpants and a band t-shirt. Why the f.uck does my stomach feel so giddy when I look at him? "Hey." He smiles at me when he sits down next to me, our shoulders brushing against each other's.

"Wow. You look ho-good." I blush and look down. Wait what? I can't blush! I never blush! He chuckles lightly and, oh, I want to hear that laugh again. Again and again. "Thanks..." He blushes too. "S-so. do you have your books with you?" Of course not! I am so dumb! I shake my head blushing again and he laughs again.