Forbidden {L.S.}

Nine(L)

I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. If I could, I'd go back and change what happened that day in a heart beat. Harry doesn't deserve that, especially with his blind trust.

When him and Niall were both gone the next day, I let out a small puff of air and mostly gave free time for my students to study. It helped there was a test in a few days. It seemed like there was a reason for the study period instead of me being too anxious to get anything out clearly.

I sat at my desk and graded for most of the periods. Everyone seemed relieved for the most part that I didn't have a lot planned for the class, but in reality, I wouldn't be able to focus long enough to be able to teach a full lesson. Especially five times. Three different lessons, two of them taught twice. I would end up saying the wrong shit.

When Harry never answered the text I sent him, I sighed. It was nearly sixth period. I wished he would. He had every reason not to, but I wish he would. It was slowly killing me, but I had to give him space.

I went home at the end of the day and started cleaning the apartment. There wasn't a lot besides laundry, so I got that started then dusted. The door opened and I slowly walked to the hallway as Harry came inside. He dropped his bag and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you. I'm really pissed right now, but I still love you. I have no idea what the fuck you were thinking, but I need you, and I know you need me. That was months ago, and we were technically broken up, but I'm still mad." I looked at Harry. He was battling tears, so I wiped his face.

"I completely respect that. And I understand if your trust isn't fully there. I love you, Hazza, and I'm sorry I ever did that."

Harry closed his eyes and nodded, so I kissed his forehead. "Movie night?" Harry asked, opening his beautiful emerald green eyes. I nodded and we sat on the couch, Harry pulling a warm blanket around us before snuggling into my side.

I carried Harry to bed and covered him up before I went back to the living room. I shut off the tv and turned off the lights. My phone started ringing. I answered it and held it with my shoulder while I grabbed some trash. "Hey, Niall."

"You ever fucking hurt him again, and I swear Tommo. I don't care you're my teacher, he's my best fucking friend and-"

"Niall, Niall, calm down. One, I love the fact you care about Harry this much. Two, none of this ever gets held against you at school, you know that. You have a different set of rules, too."

"Good, because I'm pissed, but also kinda worried about failing that test."

We both chuckled. "I'm not doing it ever again, Niall. Trust me on that. He is the best thing that ever happened to me, and that little break up made me see it."

"Damn straight, Tomlinson. He is the sun, don't burn him out, that's my job as annoying best friend, got it?" Niall threatened. I smiled to myself, glad I would keep in contact with this kid forever. "And his mom called him. I know he didn't tell you, but I think she was drunk and telling him he had to go home."

I looked at the bedroom and chewed my lip. "Yeah, he didn't tell me. It's okay, as long as his mother doesn't keep getting ahold of him."

"Okay, good night, Tommo. Be good to Harry."

"Night, Niall." I rolled my eyes and hung up before walking back to the bedroom. Harry was sitting up and looked at me when the door opened. "Hey, Hazza. I was just turning off the lights."

Harry nodded and reached for me, so I walked to him and sat down next to him, where he leaned his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm tired."

"Then let's lay down," I chuckled. Harry shook his head. "How are we supposed to sleep then, babe?"

"Comfy," he muttered, barely moving his head.

"You are something else, Haz," I whispered. I moved so that Harry had his head on my chest, then he threw one of his legs over mine and sighed. "See, this is better."

Harry was already asleep, so I kissed the top of his head and closed my eyes, smiling to myself. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him again. Ever.

In the morning, I made Harry breakfast. It was Saturday, so I had plenty of time to let him sleep in. I made some pancakes and bacon and set them up on the coffee table before going to wake up Harry. He sat up as I walked in. "Morning," he yawned.

"Good morning. I made breakfast and orange juice is on the table." I kissed him softly and brushed our noses together.

"You're amazing," he giggled, kissing me again. "Let's go eat."

He got up and grabbed my hand before skipping to the living room. He sat down in the couch and pulled me next to him before turning on Criminal Minds. I rolled my eyes but grabbed a pancake from the stack and ate it while he did the same, but folded a piece of bacon into the center.

I let out a long sigh. This is how I wanted every Saturday morning to be. Harry and I munching pancakes while he watches whatever show he's into and cuddled into me. Getting the kids ready for playdates and doctor's appointments.

I smiled into Harry's hair and kissed the top of his hair. I wanted him in my life forever, no matter what that meant. And right now, it meant putting my sole focus on him when I had the chance.