Slipping For You (l.s)

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    "Geez, I knew I shipped it but lord not for everyone to see." Coach said covering Louis and Harry's kissing faces. "I could get in trouble." She warned. Harry pulled away and limbered off of Louis back. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-s-sorry!" He stuttered then ran off the to dressing room. "Better go get your boy friend Tomlinson, you're excused from class but don't get caught." Coach said. Oh did He love her. "Thanks Coach!" Louis said then ran after the shorter, fragile man.
    He soon found him, sitting in the corner he changed in with his thighs pressed to his chest and his head down. "Harry?" Louis asked. "Just leave me and never talk to me again. I'm such a fuck up." Harry muttered into his knees. "Woah, language." Louis warned. Harry felt his heart flutter and the sternness but it wasn't the time. Louis went and squared by the man. "What's wrong, darlin'?" Louis asked. "Why don't you hate me? I slipped by you, I kissed you. Not even with your consent." Harry sobbed into his lap. "C'mere." Louis said pulling the boys seat to stretch out his legs. The little turned to Louis and cried into his chest. "Look, you're not a screw up. It was an accident and I didn't mind. And I don't give a crap about you slipping. It was really cute and taking care of you warmed my heart and I enjoyed it dearly. And you wanna know a secret?" Louis said in the boys ear. He felt him nod on his chest. He leaned even closer to the boys ear. "I'm a daddy dom." He whispered. Harry gasped. "R-Really?!" He said, looking up at Louis. Louis almost broke down. The boys face wet with tears looked so sad and disappointed with himself. "Yeah." Louis confirmed, his voice cracking. Harry thought it was hot rather than silly. "So you don't hate me? Not even for kissing you?" He asked, sniffing. I smiled. "I wouldn't even try." Louis wiped Harry's face with his hands and the boy blushed. "Do you want to head back out to the gym?" "Like this?! Have you gone mad?! I ruined my mascara and lipgloss!" Harry yelled in lowercase. Louis busted out laughing. "You look fine, Hazza!" He tried to convince but Harry shook his head. "No, no, no, I refuse!" Harry said pulling his phone out of his bag and pulling up his camera. He looked at him self in the mirror then looked at Louis in the back ground. A mischievous smile plastered across his face for a split second. The next thing Louis knew there was a flash. Harry had taken a picture of him! "Hey! I wasn't ready!" Louis said. Harry just giggled and got up, running away. Louis got up right after him. "Give me your phone!" He laughed after Harry. Harry ran around the lockers, barely faster than Louis. Harry got tired and abruptly stopped. Louis wasn't ready and toppled over Harry.
    And they landed, Louis on top of Harry, their torsos pushed against each other. "Ouchie!" Harry whined quietly. Louis looked into Harry eyes which were squinted in pain. The emotion slowly faded from Harry's face as he noticed the position they were in. Harry felt himself get excited. Think of naked cats, Harry said to himself. It didn't work. All he could think about was what Louis could do to him. He let out a high pitched moan/whine. Louis smirked. "Oh?" He shuffled a little, not getting off of Harry. "S-s-Stttoooppppp." Harry whined more. "Where are your manners?" Louis asked, looking Harry straight in his deep green eyes. "P-please?" Harry corrected. "Good boy." Louis said, getting up and off of Harry. Harry covered his manhood which laid hard in his shorts. Louis opened his mouth to say something when a bunch of boys came running in, smelling like sweat and BO. Louis held his hand out for the feminine boy and he took, getting up from the ground, blushing madly.
They went over the corner, which was now the locker corner, the crying corner, and the changing corner all in one. Louis stood in front of the smaller man while he changed again. Louis saw the panties again. Louis also got changed blushing again. "Ready to go, Curly?" Louis asked. "Y-yea." Harry said smiling and slinging his little purse over his shoulder. They walked out of the locker room and earned a smile from Coach. No one really knew Coach's first or last name. "L-l-l-Lou?" Harry stutter out quietly. "Yes, love?" Louis replied, rubbing the guys hair comfortingly. "Can I?" Harry asked. "Huh? Slip?" Louis said dumbly. Harry nods eagerly. Louis smiled. "Of course? One question before you go." Louis said. "W-w-what is it?" He asked. Harry was already slipping. "Do you want me to snap you out of it by the time it's time to go or come home with me?" Louis asked. Harry was gone. He couldn't help himself. "Harry wanna go to Lou's house! And we go to Liam car to get Harry's toys!!" Harry said. He regressed even farther. Louis smiled. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Louis said, shaking his head. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes. "I'm sorry! Don't be mad at me!" Harry said. He can't spend the day at school 4-years-old! "I'm not mad at you Harry. I'm just kidding." Louis hugged the crying boy. "Weally?" He asked. "Yes, I could never be mad at such a cutie like you." Louis confirmed.
"We gotta get to class, babes." Louis said pulling away. "Harry no wanna go to classsss." Harry whined. It wasn't a good idea for Harry to go to class so young, he could cry, throw a temper tantrum, or even fall asleep and Louis couldn't save him without them both getting weird looks. "Hey bud." "Yea, LouLou?" "You wanna go to Lou's house?"

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OHMEOHMYYYY WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Will Harry go home with Louis in the middle of the school day? Will Lima allow it? Will Liam know? What will happen at Louis house? What will Louis and Harry do?? I don't actually know right now but that's all I have to say so byyyeee!!

Song of the day: Tag, You're It by Melanie Martinez :)