innocent vs dangerous // larry stylinson

three

"so, how's your pancakes?" niall asked awkwardly, blushing, obviously thinking about the events from last night.

"they're great, thanks." harry answered, flashing out a beautiful smile which made niall even more flustered.

louis walked by the café, and harry instantly ignored everything and everyone except for louis. he was in awe by lou's presence and was blushing profusely. he examined every perfect detail about him and snapped out of his thoughts when he heard niall call out his name repeatedly.

"harry!"

"sorry mate. what?"

niall shook his head. "never mind. just forget it."

"um. okay then."

louis spotted harry in an instant and flashed a huge smile and walked over to the two. niall stuffed his face in a nearby magazine, and pretended to drink coffee, although the mug was empty.

"hi, hazza. hi, niall." louis said politely.

"hey louis." harry replied. "sorry about your, uhm, punishment."

"ugh yeah harry. you should apologise. your attractiveness made me wanna kiss you and i got in trouble, gosh." louis said sarcastically and harry instantly picked up on the joke when louis slightly smirked at him.

"so uh, when you're off detention, i was thinking that the three of us could go to the theatre to watch the nutcracker. it's a really good show i've heard." harry suggested confidently, but also scratching the back of his head and looking in the opposite direction.

"that sounds cool. but maybe you two should go together. you guys are already a big couple right?"

"whoa, louis, no."

"i was just kidding hazza. you took it seriously, hehe, cutie."

"so will you go? i already booked the tickets."

"yeah! sure. i'd be happy to." louis said as he looked down at his shiny, silver watch.

"uhm, i have to go now, because apparently i have to go volunteer with junior ballet dancers at the studio. but here."

louis said as he took out a notepad and wrote down his phone number two times. he ripped out the paper and then ripped it into two parts, and gave one to harry and one to niall.

"you guys can text me whenever classes are over."

"yeah. okay." niall said, seemingly upset, while harry just nodded with a happy look on his face as louis walked away.

***

"louis tomlinson. it took you long enough." the principal scolded, as louis sassily strutted inside of the studio.

"be grateful that i wasn't a jerk and didn't bother to show up."

"okay. so louis, first you'll be cleaning the studio with those cleaning utensils in the corner of the room, and then you can notify me when you're done with that crap and i'll call up the junior ballet dancers. they're 10-13 by the way."

"alright."

"now, louis there are cameras in here so i'll know if you're slacking off."

"wait. if there are cameras why do i need to notify you?"

"because i don't know what you look like when you're done and when you're not. now get to work!" the principal ordered as he stormed out of the door and louis started scrubbing the piano and dusting the bars and cleaning the mirrors. he mopped the floor and turned on a fan so that it could dry faster.