Captive. (ls)

20. Brave

Chapter twenty already, wow! Thank you for everything and I hope you enjoy! x -Delilah

Harry's POV

I cursed softly under my breath while attempting to assemble what was supposed to be a tie, but now it was just a balled up knot of fabric.

I was seated on the edge of the bed at around seven twenty in the morning because I still had chores to do before I left, curtesy of Louis, and after a bit of a struggle, I was finally dressed for another day of school.

Getting up, I stumbled over to the closet to grab my boots, a light limp in my step, when I heard Louis chuckle from his spot in bed, "How're you feeling, Princess?"

I rolled my eyes and brushed off his cockiness, making the mistake of turning around to look at him.

Louis was half sitting up on his elbows, the blankets having fallen down to reveal his toned chest, and he had a lazy smirk on his face that read nothing but I did that to you and I'm fucking proud.

"Honestly? A bit sore," I hummed, strolling over to the end of the bed before crawling on top of him with a small purr, "But nothing I can't handle."

Louis grinned and leaned up farther to connect our lips in a loving kiss; no tongue, no sexual movements, just us.

"I'm very glad you were brave enough to show me what you learnt," he whispered, and although the way his hand caressing my jaw was sending tingles through my skin, his morning breath was hard to accept, "You will always be rewarded when you show me something new like that."

A bright smile crossed my lips, the kind that I knew would make my dimples appear, "Thank you, sir."

He shook his head disapprovingly and kissed me again, "It's Louis, lovely," he reminded me with a swift smack to my bottom, grinning at the shocked reaction he pulled from me, "Now go finish your chores. I'll see you tonight."

**

"This math is pissing me off," Niall grumbled, nibbling on the end of a strangely perfect carrot stick.

The school insisted on either our doms sending us a healthy lunch, which Louis decided would be best so that he could see what I was eating, or giving us a healthy lunch from the cafeteria. Apparently their idea of healthy was a couple of celery and carrot sticks, a tuna sandwich, and a yogurt.

Hardly enough to please a growing stomach.

"Well, I think that the fourteen goes on the top, then you divide that by two, and times it by Pi," I hummed, attempting to explain it to the blonde haired boy when a deep voice interrupted us.

"Mr.Styles," Professor Dick, which still cracked me up upon hearing it, greeted me, "I'd like to speak to you in my classroom, please."

After sending a confused glance at Niall and receiving a small shrug in return, I gathered my things and followed after the older man towards his classroom.

He unlocked his classroom door and held it open for me, which took me by surprise, and he slipped it shut when we were both inside.

He cleared his throat dominantly and I quickly dropped to my knees to assume the position that he expected in his classroom. I just didn't think he would expect to carry a conversation with me like this.