School of discipline (L.S.)

Chapter 9

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That night Harry cooked dinner, taking over after he had rushed to the kitchen upon hearing the fire alarm to find Louis had managed to set the vegetables he was pan searing on fire.

Harry had had no idea how Louis had managed to do that but he certainly wasn't going to let the older boy near the stove again, lest he burn the flat down.

So, not wanting to have to start cooking anything long winded at this time, Harry dished up cheese and bacon omelettes for them both, as well as a side salad which Louis tried to persuade him not to include. Much to his annoyance, Harry insisted upon it.

The evening passed quickly, Harry finding himself to be enjoying Louis' company. They watched a couple episodes of some crappy show, but the sort of crappy everyone loves, before they decided to play a couple rounds of FIFA where Louis severely kicked Harry's arse, the younger boy vowing he would beat him one day.

Wait, what was he talking about? One day? He wasn't planning to stay that long; he needed to snap out of it.

Two weeks.

Two weeks and he could call his mum to pick him up and he'd be out of here before anyone could stop him.

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Sunday, Harry's favourite day of the week. Everyone's favourite day of the week, actually. Those people who said it was Monday because they enjoyed looking forward to the week ahead of them, or Wednesday because it was a mini milestone for making it halfway through the week were lying.

Sunday, the day of nothing, the day of relaxation and sleeping in was everyone's favourite day of the week.

Well it was, until Louis was knocking on Harry's door at, what the sub believed to be, an unreasonable time in the morning to tell him he was heading out with a couple of his friends for a few hours and wanted to know if Harry wanted to tag along.

Unfortunately for Harry, after yelling a disgruntled 'no', he was unable to fall back asleep.

Groaning, he rolled out of bed, briefly rubbing the sleep out of the corners of his eyes before heading to the bathroom.

Once he had washed and dressed, he headed to the kitchen to make some toast for breakfast, only now checking the time. It was 10. Too early for a Sunday, really, given it must have been half an hour ago Louis woke him up, if not before.

Walking back to his room once he was finished, Harry realised he did have some schoolwork he needed to complete today so sat down at his desk to write his stupid essay for his stupid sub class, which is exactly what he told Louis he was doing when the older boy returned from hanging out with his friends.

"Speaking of your sub class," Louis said, taking a seat on the edge of Harry's bed, the younger boy turning to look at him as soon as those words left his mouth.

This did not sound good, Harry thought.

"I was wondering if you'd be up for trying something today," Louis continued.

"What is it?" Harry asked, curious and suspicious at the same time.

"Kneeling."

"No," Harry answered immediately. "I've known you two days, Louis, I'm not kneeling for you."

"I'm not expecting you to kneel for me, I would just like to see your positioning. You will be expected to kneel in our dom/sub class and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."