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[Morning before school]
"Haz baby. Wake up." Louis whispers into his lovers ear, making Harry smile in his sleep.
"Five more minutes babe. That's all." Harry begged as he rolled over, not knowing that Louis has straddled his lap, making him topple over onto the ground with a loud thump.
Harry sat up quickly, looking around with wide eyes, afraid of what that was. He looked much like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. He finally looked over to his left, hair in his face, slober on the side of his mouth, and morning breath, seeing Louis on the floor looking up at Harry with an intense glare.
"Why in the world are you on the floor?" Harry asks.
"Ask yourself." Louis spoke as he got up and crossed his arms over his chest and towering over a sitting Harry.
"What did I do this time?" Harry asks as he turns and sits on the edge of the bed, his legs on either side of Louis and his hands placed firmly on his hips as he placed his forehead on his tummy.
"You knocked me off the bed while turning over, and you hurt my bum." Louis pouted as he rubbed his bum with his hand.
"Wouldn't want to hurt your bum now would we?" Harry asks cheekily as a smirk appeared on his face.
"So evil." Louis spoke as he tried to pull away from Harry.
"Nope. You no go anywhere." Harry smiled as he pulled Louis closer to him, wrapping his arms all the way around his curvy waist and smashing the side of his face into his tummy.
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An English Crisis || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016
FanfictionTwo teachers, One Building. You do the math.