Harry's teacher (Larry Stylinson) (ON HOLD!)

Chapter Two ~ The invitation (part 1)

Harry's p.o.v.

I wasn't sure about this situation. I wanted to get to know mister Tomlinson, for instance, I wanted to know his first name. On the other hand, he was a teacher. Not very much in my reach. Too handsome, also. But, he wanted me to show him what I've learned in America some time. Should I accept this invite, or maybe invite him? Of course I would. Nothing in this world could stop me from spending time with mister Tomlinson. He was my personal angel, or god, or whatever you would call this extraorinary beatiful man. As I grabbed my books and put them in my bag, I realised something. Did he actually like me back? I would need to find out. Time for me to go and find him, to accept the invitation.

I walked out of the classroom, throwing the books of the past schoolday in my locker. I went to mister Tomlinson's classroom, to find it empty. I looked around a bit, seeing nothing particularly interesting. I heard some noices, so I walked to the window, watching some kids play outside in a nearby garden. "Harry? What are you doing here?" I heard mister Tomlinson ask, his sudden appearance scaring me. "I came to see you, mister Tomlinson." I answered. "I figured, if you want to know some stuff about my life, then I would come and tell you about it after class, so here I am." I said, smiling. He smiled back, his soft pink lips no longer covering his perfect white teeth. "That's very kind of you, Harry. Do you want to come over to my place? It's Louis, by the way." Louis. Even his name was beautiful. "Yes, I would love to sir." I said, smiling politely. "Please Harry, you can call me Louis after school. I'm only four years older than you anyway (yes he's 22 here.)" He winked at me. I smiled back, now following him to his car. We drove around town a bit. Him showing me all the tings that were special about this city. I really loved it, besides, I was spending time with Louis. An hour later we arrived at his house, not that far from mine. I knew the place a bit. His house was amazing, not too small, not too big. The inside of the house was even better. The kitchen was all black and white, leaving the livingroom to stand out in it's range of colours.

Sorry, couldn't get more out of it today, more tomorrow!

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