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Larry (Smut)

This is the cutest thing ever! My friend wrote it and its kind of creepy, I must admit, but it's cute!:)

Author: Maria

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Plot: 15 year old Harry Styles is failing in English and he gets a new tutor, 18 year old student, Louis Tomlinson, he decides to help Harry in more then one way.

Pairing: Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles (BxB)

Warning: Smut, anal, nicknames, adult and child sexual use, Harry and Louis going all out.

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"Harry!"

Harry's eyes shot open as he hear his teacher call out his name. That's the forth time in the last two weeks Harry's fallin asleep in class. It's not that he's tired, he just can't seem to want to stay awake during a lecture of English and crap he could care less about.

"Yes?" He asked Ina low, bored voice.

His teacher stomped over to his desk and slapped a piece of paper down. Harry looked at it blankly. "What is this?" He mumbled.

"This is the grade you have in this class Mr. Styles and if you don't bring these up before the end of the month you will be repeating the year!" She yelled, loud enough for the whole classroom to hear. "On here is a tutor who will be by your house after school this afternoon and will be going to your house after school everyday to help you study until you can get this horrid grade up! Understand?"

Harry rolled his eyes and slowly nodded while mumbling a soft, bored "Yes."

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"Harold Edward if you don't come pick up this trash right now--." Harry's mum was cut off by a door knock. She sighed and pointed to the trash then back at Harry who was sat on the couch in sweats and eating crisps.

He gave a smug smile as she did so and sat up. Harry's mum walked over to the door and opened it.

Harry heard a happy 'hello' come from his mum. He tried to see who was at the door but he couldn't see past the wall.

"Come on in!" His mum exclaimed to the anonymous person. Harry slowly stood up; brushing the crums off as well as his mum had called for Harry to meet the two in the kitchen. If this was a 56 year old man this would definitely not work.

Harry walked into the kitchen and to his surprise a man stood there-- not even a man he looked to only be couple years older then himself.

Harry looked at the boy up and down observing a peaking tattoo coming from his sleeve, his feathery brown hair and his smile that could take anyone's breath away.

"I'm Louis Tomlinson." He smiled holding out his hand toward Harry.

Harry looked at it a moment before taking it in his and giving it a firm shake. His mum wrapped an arm around him. "Well I've got dinner plans but Ill see you two later! Thanks again for doing this, Louis." He smiled. She gave a kiss to Harry but he shooed it away causing Louis to give a small chuckle. When his mum had left Harry hopped on the top of thee counter.

"Not sure why you're here." Harry said grabbing a cookie.

Louis raised his eyebrows as a small smile formed on his lips. "Oh really?" He laughed. "I'm pretty sure it has to do with you passing a grade. But maybe that's just my theory."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the older boy. "I don't need your help." Harry bit back.

"Your grades tell otherwise. But hey, don't worry. I was just like you." Louis smiled grabbing a cookie himself and hopping on the counter beside Harry. Harry's arched as he did so.

"So I'm gonna be a sassy guy who wears TOMS in the next couple of years?!" Harry excalimed, looking absolutely horrified.

Louis couldn't help but make a small chuckle escape his lips. "Rude. But no." He paused biting the cookie. "I had really bad grades your age and I didn't understand shit." Louis smiled. Harry's eyes shot up to Louis' as he said a curse word. He couldn't help but blush at the look of his eyes. Louis continued, "I'm terrible at school but I know how to help." Louis said.

Harry trailed his eyes to his shoes as Louis continued looking at him.

"So lets just try and see what we could do to help you a bit, yeah?"

Harry looked back up at the boy who had a small, comforting smile now. "Okay." He agreed.

Louis clapped his hands and hoped off the counter, then helping Harry down as well.

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Louis had tried his bet to reason with the boy for almost two hours about trying to read aloud but Harry wouldn't do it. "I've got to go take a waz." Harry said getting up from his seat.

Louis watched as Harry walked to the bathroom and couldn't help but look at his bum. Louis stop! He's your study student! But Louis had to admit, Harry was a very hot lad.

"I'm back!" Harry sang as he came back into the kitchen, zipping up his pants as doing so.

Harry slouched down in his seat. "I hope you realize you won't be teaching me anything I don't know." Harry said. Louis nodded as he continued reading Harry things about the early years of Great Britain.

As Louis was discussing it his phone had gone off. "It's from your mum." He mumbled. Harry leaned onto the table watching Louis as he talked through the phone. When Louis had ended the call he told Harry that his mum wouldn't be home 'til real late but he could stay up late.

Harry pumped his fist in the air. "Are you going to be staying then?" Harry asked.

Louis nodded as he read the part were his mum had asked him to stay.

"Partayyy!" Harry clapped. "Do we have to keep studying?" Harry groaned dramatically.

"We'll I guess we could take a small break." Louis sighed.

Harry nodded and grabbed two waters from the fridge and running for the stairs. "To my room!" Harry announced.

Louis hesitantly looked at the boy but followed behind him. When they had reached Harry's room it was pretty cleaned up for Harry being the boy he was.

Harry hopped on his bed and Louis sat in a desk chair as Harry through a water bottle at Louis.

"You don't seem all that smart... Tutor wise." Harry said with a small smirk.

Louis rolled his eye an began opening his water. "It's-- Shit!" Louis exclaimed. Harry looked at the boy who's white shirt was now drenched in water showing off Louis torso. "Just what I fucking needed." Louis mumbled as he slipped his shirt off from his head.

Just by the sight Harry felt himself get hard. It was that damn v line Louis had. Without thinking Harry palmed himself through his pants causing it to only hurt more and it made him let out a small moan.

Louis' eyes shot up. "Harry?" Louis loo at the boys face and soon after noticed where Harry's hand was. "What - What are you doing?"

Harry gulped and looked up, "I... it hurts." He said, sounding like a child.

"What hurts?"

Harry sunk lower into his bed. "I-- My cock." Harry wined. "It hurts."

"Well," Louis started, "Should I leave so you can-."

"For fakes sake Louis! I want you to kiss me!" Harry exclaimed standing up and moving over towards Louis.