Pain {Larry Vampire AU}

chapter 8

Just one more week. I can handle one more week. Of school. Of tests. Of stupid kids. Of handling your bloodlust.

Of that fucking Harry Styles son of a bitch.

I walk into my class and look around, seeing Harry on someone's lap. I growl loudly and slam my hand down my desk, causing it to break and my students look at me with wide eyes, but I was more focused on Harry.

"You're not in my class, so get the fuck out!" I yell at the guy and watch as he sets Harry down and then runs out. "Make this clear students, I want no one, who is not from this class, in here. Understood?!" I snarled out.

"Yes Mr. Tomlinson!" I heard back, followed by whimpers.

"Good," I smile and then stand straight back up and start handing out papers. "Now, you'll have a project that'll be due after break. I want a 3D design of your most favorite city of America. I could give a damn if it's made out of cardboard, toilet paper rolls, anything! Just make the model and write a five paragraph essay about the city. Doesn't need to be very detailed, but I mainly want the history of it." I explain, smirking as I heard many groans.

Torturing them was the best.

"If you do not turn this in, then you'll start off the next semester very badly," I say firmly and look at them. "This worth sixty percent of your grade, the essay being thirty percent. As you can tell, everything is worth one hundred percent. Now, I've been around the world. I'll know if you bullshitted anything." I tell them firmly.

"Mr, what if we only do the model and not the essay?" One asks.

"Well, if your model is good enough, maybe I'll be lenient," I shrug. "Now, I'm going to give you the class to start planning and maybe start that essay so then you'll do the model. If I see you slacking off, then I'll give you harder work. Now get to work." I say firmly and watched as they start working.

I sigh slightly and look at my broken desk. I actually liked it, but I burned my hands since some dickhead decided to pour holy water on it. Turned out to be Zayn, who thought it was funny until I threatened exposing him and Niall.

No one messes with my weaknesses.

I called the office and told them to order a new desk that was from the same wood it was made from. It was ancient wood, that is vampires actually appreciated. Once they confirmed it would be ordered, I hanged up and sat down in my chair and grabbed my computer and started typing in grades.

"Mr. Tomlinson?" I hear some call out and look up, seeing Niall.

"Yes Niall?"

"Can we work with partners?" He asks, making me think.

"Well, for the model yes, if you choose the same city. Only two people. However, the essay has to separate because it's your own opinion. Who would you like to partner with?"

"Harry, if I may."

I was surprised at how nice Niall was being, but it was probably because he had to be.

"Sure, go ahead, and I better see that you two did the work like a normal person without magic." I said and watched as he walked away.

I just shrugged it off and went back to my own work. Soon enough, thankfully, class ended and I watched as my class left. I looked up when one distinctive scent passed through me. Fuck.

"Mr. Tomlinson, may we talk?" Harry asked me, making me groan on the inside.

"Sure, pull up a chair," I said and watched as he did so, and then sitting down, "what did you want to talk about?"

"What happened that time in the bathroom?"

"Nothing."

"Really? Because, it seemed like something happened that day. What happened, or do you need a reenactment to remember?"

I swallow thickly and shake my hand, standing up and walked to the door, opening it for him.

"You should go home and rest."

"Mr. Tomlinson, please tell me what happened. Its blurry, but I can remember that kiss."

"Harry-"

"Louis-"

"Get out."

I sigh and look at him, my eyes red with anger, but hunger and want also. I see him swallow thickly and I can hear his heartbeat pick up , from being nervous. I take a deep breath and groan at his scent and close the door, looking at him. 

"Come here."

I smirk as he listens to me and I place a hand on his jaw, stroking his cheek and lean into his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent and moan. He's fucking sweet. Its toxic. I need it with me everyday. I would keep him locked up just so I could keep him.

But I'm not that cruel. No I'm not.

"Mr. Tomlinson," Harry whimpers out, making me tense up and look down at his eyes.

"You smell so good. So sweet. Its poison to me," I growl and place a soft kiss on his neck.

"I'm sorry?"

"You should be. Too bad there are laws, if not, I would've turned you into one of me," I grin at him, showing him my fangs and veins now appearing under my eyes.

"I-I.."

"Sh. No need to be scared."

I lean down to his lips and press them gently against Harry's, placing a hand on his hip and pull him close. I feel tense, wanting to fight back, but he gives in soon enough. I feel him wrap his arms around my shoulders. keeping me close as if he was desperate. The kiss was slow and gentle, then, it starts heating up when he licks my lower lip. I growl and move my hands to his thighs and pick him up, making him wrap his legs around my waist. He gasps softly, making me smirk and pin him against the wall and the kiss gets hotter, more rougher.

"We can't do this," He pants softly against my lips.

"Who's going to find out?"

"The council."

"Fuck the council. Besides, its just you and me."

"Fuck."

That was the last thing said before we started making out again. I stopped after a few minutes and told him to go to my house in an hour.

Nobody has to know what happened there.

I'll just say, that Harry is a loud moaner and knows how to give an amazing blowjob.