My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

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"Tell us everything!" Zayn demanded as he burst through the front door with Harry, Liam and Niall hot on his trail. Louis was just dozing off on the couch as his head shot up frantically.

"Z, let him wake up first." Liam chuckled.

"No. I want to know everything." Zayn rushed out and dropped onto the couch next to Louis who sat up still a little off.

"For fuck's sake, can't I have peace for once?" Louis huffed as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Harry sat down on the other side and kissed his cheek adoringly. "Hi, angel." Louis smiled. Liam and Niall took their seats opposite of them.

"Niall, is everything alright?" Louis asked worried when he saw that Niall was staring at im horrified. His eyes snapped up.

"Y-you..." He pointed at Louis' bare chest which Louis hadn't even thought about until that moment.

"Oh...yeah..." Louis murmured. Niall was staring at the scar on Louis' chest that still looked a little scary. Louis hadn't thought about it because he was practically shirtless all the time when he was home because his medication made him have hot flashes all the time, so Liam, Zayn and Harry were obviously used to the sight now, but Niall wasn't. "It looks worse than it is." He smiled gently at Niall who nodded slowly.

"O-okay." He said with big eyes.

"Now tell us." Zayn pressed.

"Calm the fuck down, Z!" Louis snapped. "Jesus, have some patience." He huffed and settled down on the couch.

He started to explain what had happened and how the conversation turned out. By the time he had finished it was already dark outside because the guys were always commenting on everything and they wanted the exact wording.

"Fucking finally!" Niall exclaimed as Louis leaned against the back of the couch breathing heavily from the terribly long explanation.

"This nightmare is finally over!" Liam cheered.

"We have to celebrate it!" Zayn said getting up hastily to grab five bottles of beer. Everyone took one, but Louis shook his head.

"I can't drink, mate." He chuckled when Zayn practically shoved the bottle in his face.

"Oh, come on. Just one."

"No, Z. I'm drinking a coke, that's enough for me." Louis smiled.

"Fine." Zayn murmured and then they were toasting on their victory and it was the first night the boys could actually breathe without fearing the next day.

Louis and Harry fell into bed around ten p.m. The entire day had been crazy and they were both exhausted. However Harry couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was bothering Louis. The main reason he knew something was wrong was that Louis wasn't cuddling him. As usual Harry had turned his back to him- he couldn't lay on his chest, he was afraid of hurting Louis even though he had told him it was okay as long as he didn't jump on him- and waited for him to spoon him, but when he didn't feel Louis' body pressed against him after five minutes he looked behind him with a frown.

Louis was laying on his back, his hands were crossed behind his head as he was staring at the ceiling. With a sigh Harry turned around and looked at Louis. He waited another five minutes but Louis didn't note him so he sighed again, this time even deeper.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to guess?" Harry asked as he laid his head on his hand and looked at Louis' face.

"Nothing is wrong." Louis muttered without moving a muscle on his face and without looking at Harry.