lous boy (bdsm)

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harry knows theyve arrived. he saw the stupid posh building, that looks more like a castle than a fucking school, yet he kept his eyes closed after the little peek. the curly headed boy pretends to be asleep and having just woken up when anne calls his name and lightly shakes his shoulder,

"harry, we are at st. laurents,"

stupid posh name for a stupid posh school, he thinks.

"on the informational packet, it said there would be students to give you a tour of the school and help you out for the first few days. i just dont know how we are supposed to go about this.." she trails off.

harry just rolls his eyes and steps out of the car,

"mum, ive got it," he tells her when she tries grabbing his bags.

"i suppose we should see the headmaster then?" the boy shrugs, and she takes that as the go ahead and leads the way into the building.

harry is weirded out by the looks hes receiving. what, just cause hes new hes some sort of freak? maybe its the tattoos that are catching them off guard. maybe its-

"who do you think you are? you have no right to look at me," some random boy with black hair growls. harry is taken aback,

"what the fuck are you talking about, man? no right to look at you?" he scoffs, "what, you think youre some kind of royalty? fucking asshole," harry replies, about to walk away but notices the looks of fear on all the boys around him. whats their deal? the kid was being a prick.

"right, you must be new. good luck to whoever happens to be your dom.. fucking brat."

harry is left confused at the boys last remark. dom? what the hell is that? and brat?! im seventeen, how can he just call
me that like im a little kid. dom must be some sort of mentor or something. stupid posh school even has mentors, he thinks. the boy catches up to his mother who watched the scene unfold with shock, yet not surprise, written all over her face. quickly shaking it off, she leads her son into the headmasters office.

"hello, have a seat," the man speaks, "and im assuming you are harry?" he receives a nod, "excellent, i am mr hendricks. well, mr styles, id let you know that i prefer verbal responses, but from my understanding, this is all new to you so im not going to overwhelm you,"

harry looks at the man, confused, then to his mother who holds a similar expression, "what do you mean by that?" he asks, unsure of whether he wants to know the answer or not.

"youll start learning about our curriculum and such tomorrow in classes," is all he says.

he wants to protest, but something tells him this man does not like to repeat himself. so he sits and listens to him blab on about what their day to day looks like at the school, and how privileges and such work. harry ignores most of it, allowing himself to drift off into a daydream,

"isnt that right mr styles?" harry looks at mr hendricks with an expression that shows he wasnt listening, "harry, its very important to listen while youre here. theres a lot going on and youre going to be in for a tough one if youre off somewhere in your head. youll certainly be surprised if all of a sudden youre in class and theyve introduced the older students."

this school just gets weirder and weirder. why would be be sharing forms with older students?

"okay," is all he says.

the door opens and a tall boy enters. his hair is styled up with just one strand falling perfectly into his face, and hes followed by a brunette who looks slightly younger. the latter is wearing a white button up with the school logo in navy blue, while the one with the perfect hair has a blazer of the same color,

"good morning, mr hendricks. i was told we'd be showing the new student around?" he gestures to harry.

"ah, yes. harry, this is zayn and liam. zayn is in the year above you, while liam is in your year. like he said, they will be giving you a tour of the campus," the green eyed boy just stands confused. he'd never been in a place where things were so formal. it was freaking him out.

"nice to meet you harry. and you, mrs-?" the one called zayn says,

"twist. a pleasure to meet you boys. my harry seems to be in good hands," anne smiles, while harry scoffs and rolls his eyes,

"right, well i guess we should get this over with then," he states, "bye mum, you can
leave now," and with that he tries to leave with the boys, but the older of the two stops him,

"wouldnt like like to say a proper goodbye to your mother? she seems lovely, im not sure why youre treating her with such disrespect",

harry scowls at the boy, "right. like you know whats going on. fuck off, man. lets just get this stupid tour over with," and he swears he sees the little one- whom he asumes is liam- flinch when he curses. he cant help it,

"i love you mum. ill call you."

"much better," the raven haired one says, while harry resists the urge to roll his eyes, because everyone here is so fucking weird about every little thing he does.

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"well, now that the bullshit is over, either of you got a smoke?" harry had gotten to know the boys a bit in the last 45 minutes. he likes liam a lot, and hed never say it aloud, but zayn scares him a bit. he cant quite figure out what it is.. but the boy is intimidating.

"actually, harry, liam isnt allowed to smoke. nobody is, campus rules. as long as youre enrolled here, youre forbidden from use of any drugs or substances, whether on the campus or not. i surely hope you havent got anything, because they will search your belongings if they feel the need,"

once the words leave zayns mouth, harry has trouble not scoffing. saying how its complete and utter bullshit. he is appalled to say the least. and confused, "wait, whyd you state explicitly that liam isnt allowed to smoke. are you like on special instructions from his parents to watch him? thats fucking weird. give him some space to breathe. poor boy probably doesnt even get to wee by himself."

judging by the look he gets from the two boys in front if him, theyre a little surprised by his words, and the older of the two looks very unimpressed,

"harry, what we have is entirely consensual. our relationship dynamic is something we both want and are comfortable with. and honestly, none of your business. youll learn about it further tomorrow in class anyway. speaking of which, i believe you share first form with my boy here," he side hugs the smallest of the three with a look of adoration glued to his face.

harry just has to look away. they are awfully couple-y and harry cant handle it. the poor boys been living off of one night stands and wanks for as long as he can remember. and sometimes he doesnt due to drinking too much on the regular.

its then that he sees a pair of blue eyes approaching the three of them. wow. what powerful eyes. i want to swim in those light blue orbs. i want to be cut by that jawline. i want- im not even gay, what the fuck.

"hey lou. this is harry. hes- im sure you know," says zayn.

"shit- oops," the green eyed boy stumbled over his own feet and into the mystery blue eyed boy, immediately falling out of his little haze,

"hi" he smiles catching the lanky boy, "id reprimand you on your foul language, but that was just so damn endearing. youre a clumsy one, huh?"

and suddenly harry hates the boy.

"the fuck you mean reprimand me? youre not my mum- youre just some kid who probably thinks hes better than me cause hes a year above and gets to wear that stupid blazer. you probably come from some rich family full of pompous asshats. im sure you-"

"thats quite enough, darling. its not even your first day, and im already sick of your attitude. i simply figured id introduce myself, but clearly you dont want anything to do with me right now. well, im louis. im going to be your dominant," harry gives him a weird look, "youll learn about it in class tomorrow. nice to meet you, harry,"

why is everyone constantly telling him he will find out tomorrow? why cant they just fucking tell him what weird shits going on. and why does it seem like this louis kid was flirting with him? just cause its an all boys school doesnt mean they can force the straight ones into being gay.

04/10/2023