An English Crisis || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

Weird Lunches and Fabulous Dinners

[Teachers Lounge, Lunch Time]

Harry was sat in a corner of the teachers lounge, happily munching on his five star peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with a banana and some water. He had a book on his table next to him that he was reading, making him smile here and there. All the teachers in the teacher lounge were talking about Harry and how gorgeous he was, making him blush in embarrassment, pushing his head further into his book. He had shoved his pencil back into the bun perched ontop of his head, making sure strands were not in his way as he tried to figure out why Rapunzel's so called mother was so rude to her.

As he was getting to the good part, he paused to realize there wasn't anymore sandwich to eat, so he frowned in disappointment and placed his book on the table, and gathered his trash, throwing it away. He turned his back for thirty seconds and comes back to the table with women all around it, making him freeze. They all smiled and waved at him with a flirty look in their eyes.

"Hi Mr. Styles." A women with red hair and black glasses says biting her lip and winking at him.

"Um, Hi Ms. Johansen." He replied back awkwardly.

All the girls, or women rather giggler at his statement, not noticing how uncomfortable he was. He began shoving things in his bag, all except his book and sat down trying to avoid the stares of many women trying to hard to get his attention. He cleared his throat and sat forward in his chair with his water bottle clutched tightly in his hand. As he was reading, he felt a hand touching his arm, making him glance over to his left seeing that it was Mrs. Washington from across the hall. He smiled timidly at her and removed her hand from his arm.

"Alright people shows over. Move your asses out of the way! Need to get to my husband here." A small voice snapped.

Harry's eyes lit up at the sound of the voice, making him drop the book and look for Louis. As soon as he saw him, he pulled the smaller boy into his lap, and kisses him hard trying to get the point across that he was taken. As he kissed Louis, a few girls left but a few stayed, causing Harry to groan and pull away.

"You're gay?" Mrs. Rhodes asked.

"Yeah. This is my husband Louis Tomlinson. He's the drama teacher here." Harry smiled proudly.

"Thank you, thank you." Louis smiled back as he stood up and bowed.

All of the women that were still at the table still continued to look at Harry as if he was single, making Louis began to get angry. Louis sat on Harry's lap and wrapped his arm around his neck and curled himself into a ball on Harry's lap while glaring at each and every women making Harry chuckle at the sight.

"So Harry, wanna hang out?" Barbra asked, completely ignoring the possessive and small Louis sitting in Harry's lap.

"I can't. I'm married." He spoke as he played with Louis hair.

"No, not like that. I meant as like friends, and coworkers." She smiled, making harry tense at the sight, sending a forced smile towards her.

"I can't. Sorry." Harry says as he shakes his head, his bun wiggling on his head.

"Wanna go on a date?" Louisa asked.

"I am right here people. Do you not understand that this is my husband. So if you want to keep your life, and your jobs, I suggest you stop flirting with my husband." Louis glares once again, at every women at the table making them slowly back away.

Harry rubbed his hand on Louis back, trying to calm him down. Everyone in the teachers lounge looked at the couple, some smiling at them, and most women envying the small ball of Satan that sat on Harry's lap. Lunch was just about over, making Louis and Harry groan at this, as they have to go back to the children. Now there is nothing wrong with the kids, but they just want to go home and relax.