taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

2.

"Okay class, what we're working on is the limit and what exactly is the limit. This is necessarily to help those who know rarely anything about it because the main character in Mean Girls told you one single thing." said Harry pointedly as some of his students hands went back down. "Thank you to those who realized that I do, in fact, know that the limit does not exist."

Suddenly, a lady who worked inside of the office poked her head into the classroom from the door with a genuine smile on her face, staring up at Harry while trying to seem like she wasn't interrupting, but everyone's eyes were on her before she finally spoke. "Mr.Styles, you are needed by Principal Plowser inside of the office. It'll be really quick, so I'll be happy to watch your classroom as you step out."

"Thank you so much. Everyone please be on your best behavior until I get back, or we will not be doing these activities that I had planned out for next week." stated Harry in the worst stern voice ever, knowing that he would give it to them even if they tied this lady up and then set her on fire because he was just too much of a genuinely nice person. They all nodded like they were a whole bunch of angels and it made Harry smile as he gave a single wave towards them before leaving the classroom, thanking the lady once again as he stepped out into the hallway and shut the door behind him.

The office was only a few doors down from his classroom to his relief, so when he walked inside he was greeted graciously by the Principal like he usually was when he walked in- they had a really good relationship and were always golfing in the afternoon on Saturdays, so that really enhances Harry's paycheck, not that he'd use the man for cash. "Mr.Styles, how are you today?"

Harry shrugged and sat down in the chair across from the Principal's carefully, knowing that he was too tall and if he sat down any faster, his legs would hit against the desk because he was just good at attracting pain. When he was a small child, everywhere he went he would at least get hurt once, whether it be a tiny scratch on his arm, or a gash on his leg- that was from riding his scooter too fast. "I'm doing pretty dang good, Plowster. Ha, see what I did there? Now you have your own little nickname."

"That was indeed clever, Stylester." joked Principal Plowser, then pausing in between laughter while shaking his head. "Now that I think about it, it doesn't sound as cool as Plowster. It sounds much more like-"

"Let's not add a negative connotation to my failed nickname, sir. You wanted to see me?" asked Harry, stopping the man from going any farther. The principal muttered oh! and nodded deliberately as he pushed back on his skinny chair and opened up a drawer from his metallic desk, pulling out a thin file from inside before sitting it on the top of the desk and pushing it towards Harry. Harry blinked and slowly slid the file closer to him, picking it up and flipping it open so that he could see what was inside. There were about five pieces of paper, but on the first one it read: TEACHER MEETING PLANS. "We're having another teacher meeting? But we had one just last week, and you know what happened with Mrs.Grant."

Principal Plowser nodded and looked off to the side of the room, as if thinking about what had happened during the meeting last week. "Lizzy definitely did not know how to handle her liquor. She puked all over the new table we had just bought for the room, but we're looking past that."

"Then what's the point of this meeting, Sir?"

"I'm sure that you have heard of the new literacy teacher we're hiring, who will be working in the building by tomorrow morning. His name is Louis Tomlinson, and we need to show him the ropes. You know, how to move around the school and not get into any predicaments that could get him cut from the team." explained Principal Plowser, then pointing down at the file that Harry was holding in his hand. "This is where you come in."