Locker 169- Larry- Teacher/Student- Mpreg

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//Third-Person

It was almost blinding the light he saw in front of him. You'd think that he was talking about the sun when in reality it was the man that was laying in front of him. He one with crystal blue eyes and had small stubble growing on his chin that scratched his skin ever so lightly everytime the kissed. 

"Stop staring at me Harry, it's quite creepy," he mumbled through the pillow that muffled his voice. He peeked through his eyelids to get a quick glimpse of the boy with the emerald eyes. Harry let out a sheepish laugh as he retreated back slightly. 

Louis let out a sigh and leaned up a bit, getting into a sitting position. He allowed his finger to graze against Harry's chin before Harry fell into his touch. "You're so beautiful," he whispered in a low tone. 

"I'm really not," Harry protested looking down with a small smile on his face. 

"No...you really are. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it," he reassured the self-conscious boy. They were still in the nude from the night before and Harry had never felt more aware of his body. Even under this thin sheet he felt over-exposed.

Louis grabbed Harry's arm and kissed the arm that was covered in years of marks. He wanted to make sure that Harry knew that no matter what imperfection he had, Louis would always be there for him. He was beautiful no matter what happened. 

In that tiny room he felt as if there was no outer world. That they were the only two people that existed. That feeling soon ended when a beeping snapped them out of the moment. A call from Eleanor. Fuck--he had forgotten all about her. When he was with Harry, it was like he never even met her. Harry made him question everything.

Louis shot Harry an apologetic look before getting up and collecting his clothes to get dressed. He answered the ringing phone and placed it between his ear and shoulder so he could hold it while he got dressed. 

"Hello?"

Of course Louis was just going to go back to Eleanor, he loved Eleanor not him. No one ever did. He was just a simple fuck and now that that was over he'd be nothing to the man. He was so stupid to think that someone actually cared about him. 

Before he could help it, tears were running down his face. Why the fuck did this happen every fucking time? Why couldn't he just be happy?

"Yes. Sorry babe...I was just with a...er...student. No. No. I was there last night but I just got home late. I didn't want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful sleeping but I had to leave early. Yes. Yes...I'll be there for dinner. Yes. Okay. Bye babe. I uh...bye."

'I love you' were the last three words said on the other line and Louis just couldn't bring himself to say it back. He had been in love with Eleanor all this time but now...he couldn't even say the three words back to her. He did a quick glance towards Harry only to find him crying. 

Clad in only boxers and jeans he leaned back onto the bed, his knee dipping in. "Hey...hey...why are you crying," he asked moving his thumb across Harry's cheek as he did only moments before. He obviously knew the reason why Harry was crying. He just had no idea how he was going to deal with this situation. 

Being with Harry created a whole new game. He had this strong pull towards Harry as if he needed Harry to breathe and if that's the case, how was eh breathing this whole time?

I guess there's the answer. He wasn't breathing, he was using an oxygen mask. Eleanor was his oxygen mask. She was safe, reliable. With an oxygen mask you can ensure the fact that you're going to breathe, you can hold it, feel it. The oxygen mask is convenient. 

But without it. With Harry, you didn't know what you were going to get. You didn't know if in one moment, you weren't going to be able to inhale anymore. You're practically ripping the training wheels off. Louis' lungs are burning, aching for that sweet relief that comes from the natural air around him. Not the fake synthetic one that comes in a tank. 

But how could Louis ever learn to breath again?

Short but I guess I finally got some muse? So I lied in the last chapter but anyway. I hope you guys enjoy. I really like how this chapter turned out and you guys should go read my Narry Storan Fanfiction: TIME. Anyway, you guys should like, comment, and vote. Hopefully I can update more frequently and keep the muse alive.