Your body is my philosophy

His Office

Louis pushed Harry onto his desk, devouring his mouth, - he's dreamed about this but this time isn't a dream, it has happened a couple of times where Harry has woken up in the middle of the night all hot and flustered after dreaming how Mr. Tomlinson had taken him and made him his. - his mouths are moving rapidly, tongues entwined, teeth clashing and heart rates over the roof. - Fuck, this feels so good- Harry thinks, and he can feel how his groin hardens under his skinny black jeans, he's breathless, and all of a sudden Louis pulls away.

- You need to go. - he backs away a couple of steps and fixes his hair.

- What? Why? - Harry says breathy, what just happened?.

- Mr. Styles, do you understand how much trouble we would both be if we got caught? This - he says pointing simultaneously at both of them with his index finger and thumb - cannot happen again. Please, leave.

- I / I'm sorry. - Harry's heartbeat has suddenly dropped beneath the standard rate, for sure.

He gets up from the desk adjusting his jeans around his visible and painful hard-on. He catches Louis' gaze dropping to that area, and he notices how his breathing stop for a few second.

- Fuck. - Louis says drily, he sounds parched. - Please, leave before I regret my decision Mr. Styles.

And that's Harry's cue, he doesn't say anything else, and neither does Louis. Both clearly longing to continue, but that goes unsaid. Harry picks up his backpack from the floor, throws it over his shoulder and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. He stands outside for a few minutes, even though they feel like an eternity, deep inside he's hoping Louis will come out and finish what he started, but on the other hand, he knows that is more than unlikely, and also, the other side of the door is completely silent if Harry hadn't just walked out of the room he would swear it was completely empty.

- You alright mate? - A familiar voice takes Harry out of his trance.

- Niall! Ah, yes... jus/

- Did he just give you another lecture? - his friend says, pointing a finger to the door behind him, a plaque hangs on the door Philosophy Directory - Louis Tomlinson.

This is not the first time Harry is been called into Mr. Tomlinson's office and had been given a lecture, first time was over how Harry had gotten carried away during class and ended up standing in front of everyone and telling Louis to stop torturing him and being so uptight, Harry remembers when he first got into his office, he was sitting down in his chair, typing away on his computer, the encounter wasn't long that time, it was something along the line of how disrespectful Harry had been and how he needed to calm down if he wanted to continue taking his class, however, the energy was just sparkling, as soon as Harry had entered the room and shut the door behind him he could feel the whole room getting heavy and his breathing had become erratic like he had forgotten how to breathe. After that, he dismissed him without another word. "Entitle prick", Harry had thought, he didn't even let him speak, he remember how he vented to Niall that night, ending the conversation sentencing how much he hated Louis, he obviously skipped the part of how he had felt under the professor's bright blue stare, to be honest, Harry wasn't even sure of how he felt, he felt confused, very confused.

- Something like that, he's not all there, you know, he's driving me insane, I wish I didn't have to take his class to complete my degree. - He says the words, but he knows deep down he doesn't mean them, at least the part about not taking his class.

- Come on, let's go down to the pub, Liam said he was meeting there with some of the foreign students, he's made really good friends with that Italian girl.... - Harry nods, and they both start walking down the halls.