Larry Stylinson One Shot

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Louis sighed as he put the car in park. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to open his door, planning on walking around and opening Harry's door for him like the gentleman he is, but Harry's pale, large hand on his arm stopped him.

Turning back to Harry, Louis raised his eyebrows in question, and Harry smiled, biting his lip. Louis' gaze went straight to his boyfriend's perfect, too-dark bottom lip sucked behind a row of straight, white teeth, and he licked his own lip. "Yes, Mr. Styles?" Louis asked mockingly, trying to gain control of the situation.

Harry just smiled more and leaned in, not ready to say goodbye. Louis closed his eyes as he felt Harry's soft lips close over his bottom lip in a sweet, tender kiss. Not wanting to cause a. scene in front of the high school students, Louis started to lean back, giving Harry a playful lick to the lip. Harry, however, apparently didn't care, and leaned forward to lengthen the kiss, bringing his hands around to cradle the back of Louis' neck, fingers gently running through the soft hair there.

Well, Louis was never one to deny his boyfriend, so...

Smiling into the kiss, Louis felt Harry's tongue against his bottom lip, and Louis opened his mouth, his own tongue slowly emerging to meet Harry's. The kiss was slow and easy, neither wanting to end up with a situation in their pants as they both needed to be at work soon (and both knowing it was way too early and they had too much of an audience for car sex), and Louis' fingers traced the bone structure of Harry's face, skimming his jawline and cheekbones, pinching his chin between his thumb and index finger.

The bell rang, and Harry knew he really needed to go. Sighing into Louis' mouth, he gave a once-over lick into his boyfriend's mouth and pecked Louis lightly on the lips, grabbing his laptop case and unbuckling. Louis opened his door and ran around the car, opening the door for Harry, and Harry got out with a blush and a grin that only widened when he saw the amount of students-his students-gaping at Harry and Louis.

Wrapping a hand around Louis' waist and settling in the small of his back, Harry leaned in for one more kiss before making his way to the building with a whispered 'Love you, have a good day' and calling at the students to hurry and get to class with a smile.

Harry walked into his classroom along with other students who were half-running, trying to avoid being late, placing his case on his desk and immediately opening the laptop to take roll for the period. Calling out students' names and clicking them off as they answered, Harry noticed the room was much quieter than usual. When he was finished, he sent it in and looked up from his computer at his students.

Seeing that most of them were staring, and the ones who weren't were whispering to others, Harry stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, leaning back against it and stretching his long legs out, crossing his arms over his chest with an amused smile.

"Alright, guys," he called out, "What is it?" Harry was a good teacher, and really connected with his students, and most of them were very comfortable with him, and vice versa. He shared plenty with his students; it was almost like a group therapy session (albeit, a very professional one-it's not like he described his sex life or anything), which was fitting as he was a psychology teacher. (Another reason it was okay to be talking about his own life-the students got to have hands-on analytical practice with a teacher who knew his own mind very well and could give feedback to the analyses.)

A few of the kids smiled and blushed, but a student in the very center of the room raised his hand.

"Zayn?" Harry called out with a smile. He liked Zayn. Zayn was a smart-ass with a great mind and a quiet confidence and a subtle need to protect something-which he typically exercised with his best friend, Niall, who was in a different class period.

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