Forbidden {L.S.}

Ten(H)

"Louis," I whined, dragging out his name while he graded papers on the bed. He barely looked up before returning his gaze to his papers. I sighed quietly and walked over to him, sitting down next to him. "Are you okay?" I asked softly, all of my complaints gone.

"Just behind," he mumbled. I noticed his laptop was open, so I grabbed it along with a stack of papers he had already written on. I opened to his gradebook and started entering grades for him. I saw him look up and he seemed like he was about to say something, but went right back to his work instead. Normally, he wouldn't allow it because in general, staff shouldn't let students, even aides, work in their gradebooks. For integrity reasons. I was helping him, though. I wanted him to relax, even if it was just a tiny bit. It wasn't even semester, either, it was just the halfway point, so they had to have nearly everything entered.

After an hour straight of just grading, Louis set his stuff to the side and rubbed his forehead. "Why did everyone literally turn everything in at the last minute?"

I set his laptop down and stood up, moving closer to him and grabbing his hand. "You're doing fine, Louis. Grades aren't due until Friday and it's Tuesday, plus Friday is your work day." I squeezed his hand and climbed in his lap. "Relax," I whispered, moving my hands to his shoulders and massaging them. "Please?"

Louis let his eyes fall close, so I kept up with it, then kissed his neck lightly when he tilted his head. Small grunts of approval left his mouth, and eventually he used one hand to keep his balance while using the other one to hold my hips. "That feels great," Louis muttered. "Need to do this more often."

I forced his head to the side and attached my lips to his neck, biting and sucking. I started moving my hips against his, earning a real moan from him. "Fuck, Haz."

"I got you," I mumbled. I started kissing him, and it was really sloppy, but neither of us cared. I pushed his back into the bed and continued to kiss him and move our hips together.

I slowly worked his pants down, then took his cock into my mouth and bobbed my head. Louis tangled his hand in my hair and guided me, his head tilted back with his eyes closed as his breath came in small pants.

Sex was definitely when Louis was completely honest. Not that he purposefully lied, but it was when I saw Louis for him and him completely. With the fact we have to hide, it's easy to just try to keep our walls up, even with each other. We've both had to take a step back and let them fall when we're around each other, and for a small second, I was scared Louis wasn't going to let me in.

Louis panted my name and I bobbed slightly faster, gripping his thighs tightly. "Yeah, God, yes," Louis moaned. "I'm getting close."

I didn't slow down, and Louis didn't try to stop me either. Louis kept moaning, a mixture of curses and my name. When he came in my mouth, I swallowed as much of it as I could, then focused on catching my breath. "Relaxed?" I asked.

Louis chuckled and sat up, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. "I feel a thousand times better." He kept our faces close together and I took a deep breath. "God, I love you," he mumbled.

"I love you," I told him. "Now, I demand we cuddle for a few hours and watch tv."

Louis chuckled. "Alright. I think we can arrange that." I smiled widely and moved into his arms. Louis wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. Just the way he would agree to this with me, it meant a lot. The stupid little things made it all worth it.

Before we went to bed for the night, Louis was caught up on grading. Which left the rest of the week open. He just had to put in the stray assignments that kept coming in. On Friday, he left basically the second he walked in the door at the school and came back to cuddle with me, which was exactly what I wanted.

Louis woke me up a few hours later and kissed my neck. "Niall keeps texting you."

"What?" I mumbled, too lazy to look at my phone.

"Code apple?"

I sat up, not even remotely tired anymore. "His house, his house now."

I grabbed my shoes and Louis didn't question me. He followed while I rushed to his car, driving to Niall's house. Thankfully Louis woke me up only five minutes after the first time Niall texted.

Niall was outside, waiting. He got in the car as soon as it stopped and closed the door. I turned around and saw blood on his hoodie, then his hand cradled to his chest.

"Hospital, please," he whispered, avoiding my gaze. "It's not him, Harry. It's literally not him."

"I know." I nodded for Louis to go and turned around to set my hand on Niall's thigh. "What's the story?"

Niall pushed his lips together, then shook his head. "I don't know." I could see the stress all over his face.

"It's okay, just breathe, Niall. You're okay." I looked at Louis. He was calm. After helping me through the times with my stepdad, he knew how to stay calm. "A picture fell and you grabbed the glass without thinking. It slid down your hand." Niall nodded when I looked back at him, then up at me.

"I should break up with him, right? That's what you're thinking."