Secretly Stripping {larry stylinson}

Chapter 2

Louis' Point Of View

I have always wondered what it would feel like to live normally, will they accept me? Once they figure out what's wrong with me they then will start to avoid me. One by one they will disappear like I was simply nothing to them. Only a few people stayed and those are the people I treasure the most. Zayn, Niall , Briana and of course my dear parents they're those people who stayed even after they found out.

Briana is my wonderful girlfriend and she is always understanding specially when it comes to me. Niall and Zayn have been my best mates since pre-school and the three of us get on pretty well. Then there's my overly protective mom and dad.

Life can be a hustle and a pain in the ass, but you just have to deal with it and make the best out of it.

I began uncapping and capping my pen, I let out a frustrated sigh. Literature is about to start and with any minute Mr.Styles will enter through that very dull looking door.

I glanced to my right only to see Niall making his way towards me with a ridiculously huge smile on his face.

"Hi mate, you okay?" Niall sat down beside me and placed his notebook on the desk. "Yeah I'm fine." I reply. Silence filled the gap between Niall and I, but I couldn't help but glance at him again. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw him grinning on his phone placed on his hands. I crossed my arms on the desk and laid my head on top of it. "Ni." I hummed. No reply. "Niii." I say once more only a bit louder this time. "What?" He blurts out still looking on his phone.

"Who are you texting?" I asked. "None of your business." He replied bluntly, how rude of him. Jerk.

I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the other side and closed my eyes. I slowly drifted to sleep.

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"Mr. Tomlinson."

"Mr. Tomlinson. Wake up." I hear a faint voice say.

"Louis mate." Someone is shaking my my shoulder and I groaned.

Suddenly a hand collided on the side of my face. Someone slapped my cheeks and it burns like hell. I bolted up my seat and cursed. "Why have you done that?" I brushed my palm on my throbbing cheek and looked at Niall standing beside Mr.Styles. Oh crap please don't tell me I fell asleep in class.

"You fell asleep in class." Niall informed me. Dammit. I bit my lip in embarrassment. "Sorry I-I have to get to my next class, see you later Lou." Niall said before hurrying out the door. I looked around the class and it was already empty, I slept during the whole class?

"Mr. Tomlinson-"

"Just Louis. You can call me Louis."

"Oh okay Louis, just make sure that doesn't happen again. I don't like it when students sleep in my class." He says sternly. "Why didn't you wake me up?" I blurt out without even thinking. "Your friend Niall told me to let you rest because you seemed awfully tired this morning." He walked towards his desk and grabbed his messenger bag before slinging it on his shoulder. "Just don't fall asleep in my class or you'll get an hour of detention. Trust me you won't like my definition of detention." A smirk crept across his lips.

I walked towards his desk and licked my lips before speaking. "Mind if I ask what you do to bad people like me?" Mr.Styles threw his head back to look at me and slowly he walked closer to where I am standing. "I punish them." He purred behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "How cliché of you Mr.Styles." I say seductively.

"Just Harry. You can call me Harry."

He gently blew air on the nape of my neck and it would be a lie if I say it didn't turn me on. "Harr-y." I half moaned on purpose. "Are you testing me right now Louis?" Mr. Styles pushed me on his desk and leaned closer.

Before he could get any closer I pushed him back and ran out of the class. Crap crap crap. I ran as fast I could towards my dorm. As soon as I got in my room I quickly searched for my pill bottle and grabbed a bottled water inside my mini fridge. I popped the cap open and swallowed 3 pills and washed it down with water. I threw the pill bottle and water bottle on the floor. I sat down on my bed trying to process my moment with my literature prof. I tugged my hair with both my hands in frustration and screamed as loud as I can. I crawled at the top side of my bed and curled up into a ball. Tears started to stream down my cheeks as I was slowly drifting to sleep the second time today.

Hi short chapter again. Don't worry it gets better and better! What do you think about this chapter? Vote and comment :D