Forbidden {L.S.}

Fourteen(L)

I grabbed the picture of Harry and I and smiled. He was on my back, kissing my cheek while I held him up. I absolutely loved the picture. Harry printed it out not long after we took it and put it up one day, and I knew that he was my person.

Everyone was going to judge, I already knew that. I couldn't be more grateful for how my family reacted to the news that was Harry, but no one else was going to see it that way. I only really needed him and my family to see it that way. Everyone else I could care less about.

I went to the kitchen and got out some eggs and bacon to cook. Harry hated all of the food that the school served and if I don't get up and cook, he won't eat in the mornings. I never mind it, though.

"Lewis? Why did you leave me?" Harry cried as he made his way to the kitchen with the blanket wrapped around him. He was pouting, but he looked so adorable overall.

"Don't be cranky. Go get ready," I told him as I walked over and kissed him softly on the lips.

"I don't want to go to school," Harry whined as he turned around after the kiss. He walked to the bedroom, not without a dramatic showing, and closed the door behind him. I couldn't help but chuckle at him as I cooked the eggs, shaking my head.

Just when I thought I was going to have to wake him back up, Harry came out of the room and smiled nervously when he saw me. "I love you, you know that?"

"Oh god, what did you do now?" I asked, crossing my arms. Harry looked offended, putting his hand over his heart to add emphasis. "I know you did something, Styles."

Harry bit his lip before looking up at me. "Don't be mad?"

I held out my hand and he looked at it for a second before grabbing it and pulling me with him back to the bedroom. He grabbed something from the dresser after letting go of my hand quickly.

"Harry, it's okay, I promise." I touched his face lightly. "Baby, it's fine. I don't even care, alright?"

He slowly shook his head and looked away from me. "It was your mom's and I feel-"

"Harry, shush." I kissed him softly and brushed my thumbs over his cheeks to catch any tears that were threatening to fall. "It's okay. She wouldn't be mad, and I have other things, yeah?"

He nodded, but he wasn't okay or taking it any easier. I kissed the top of his head. "I just... I don't want you thinking I'm a brat or-"

I grabbed his face and made him look up at me. "Did you come in here in a fit after you said you didn't want to go? No. You just came back in here, Harry. Plus, I know you were joking. I promise I'm not mad, okay?"

Harry nodded and let go of a long breath. "Yeah, I'm sorry." He whispered. I smiled and hugged him tightly.

"I love you, Hazza. I always will."

Harry smiled at me, a real smile, and kissed me. "I love you, too."

First hour that day went by smoothly. Harry left me a dumb note on my desk before he left, which I though would be the start to a great day.

Until I had to deal with my second class. Why I have freshman, I will never understand, but they make me question wanting to teach high school. Second hour is my worst class, too. They hardly listen, they never do work. I think three people in the class have a passing grade, the rest do not care.

Eventually, I left them to themselves when no one was listening, and started grading papers. At one point, I had to stop a fight from breaking out in the middle of the classroom. I sent the kids to the office and rubbed my forehead, hoping that would be the biggest headache of the day.

Allison came up to me. "Are you going to be at the study thing after school today?"

"Probably not," I answered, not wanting to deal with anything longer than I had to today. With this start, it was bound to get worse.

"Then can I stay during your plan to make up that test?" She asked. I sucked in my lip and closed my eyes. I forgot about her having to make it up.

"Yeah, I'll write you a note to your next class," I muttered. Well, now Harry and I don't even get alone time until tonight. Great. The bell rang and while the students were filing out, I handed her the test and sat her in the front. "I have to talk to my aide real fast, I'll be right back."

Allison nodded and started working. "Open note," I reminded her before mostly closing the door. Harry walked up and his smile slowly fell as he realized what mood I was in. "I had a bad class, and there's a student making up a test, just so you know. So-" I ran my finger's through my hair and let go of a deep breath.

"Hey, you're good. It was just that class, Tomlinson. You'll be fine." Harry smiled before walking into the room and going to my desk like normal. He sat down and then waited for me to come over.

For the first half of the period, Harry silently put in grades and organized papers while I graded. Allison brought her test up and left quickly. I had stood up once she handed me the paper and closed the door after her, leaning against it.

"I can't with my second hour," I complained to Harry. He turned to me attentively and stopped marking on the paper. "They... They won't listen. What is so hard about my class that it would make kids not even let me teach anything? Like-"

Harry had walked over to me and grabbed my arms, then kissed me softly. "It's just a class. I want you to calm down," he whispered. "Every year you'll get a bad group, you know that. It's happened every year, right?" I nodded and Harry squeezed my arms. "You'll find your flow with them, babe."

He hugged me after that, and we stayed for almost ten minutes holding each other. He knew what I needed to hear and when I needed to hear it. I didn't know what I would do without him. "I love you."

Harry pulled back and smiled. "I love you, too." He brushed his fingers through my hair. "You're amazing at teaching, Louis. It's not your teaching, it's their willingness to learn that isn't there."