taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

6.

"So let me get this straight," said Liam carefully, taking his usual spot on top of Harry's desk. It was lunchtime, which meant that Harry had enough time to drown in his sorrows from being humiliated inside of his own classroom earlier, and Liam happened to walk inside at the worst time. "You suck at pranking, so Mr.Tomlinson came in here for revenge, which meant making you cum in your pants-"

"Don't say the c word! Not in the classroom." whispered Harry harshly, removing his face from his hands so that he could look around and make sure no one was here, high off of paranoia.

Liam snorted and swung his legs back and forth from his spot, leaning over the desk so that he could eye what Harry had been ever so desperately trying to hide, but the curly haired man glared and covered his crotch with his large hand. "Come on- I'm sorry, I mean c on! Let me just see-men. Oh god, the puns are just flowing so easily, kind of like your penis-"

"That's enough, Liam." stated Harry sternly, clenching his eyes shut as he listened to the obnoxious sound of his best friend laughing at the situation he was in. He needed spare pants to use for the remainder of the day, or he was going to be in the same position until everyone else left the building. He could just drive home and come back before lunch ended, but the ride would simply be too long, and he'd still be exposing himself. "Do you have any other pants?"

"Possibly, I'll have to go check." responded Liam merrily, and Harry could practically feel the but sentence coming up in a few seconds, so he waited. "But you'll have to let me see how bad it is. Just a quick peak and then I'll get you all the pants you need."

To stop Liam for asking anymore, Harry stood up in a rush, looking up at the ceiling with his eyes fixed on the ceiling so that he didn't have to see Liam's face. His cheeks turned fire engine red as Liam fell backwards off the desk from laughing too hard. Harry hoped that the fall was painful. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, just give me a second." breathed Liam in between fits of laughter, holding up his hand before screeching and standing back up on two feet just as Harry sat down. "That must have been one hell of a knee rub."

"Can I just get those pants now?" He was not in the mood for Liam's merciless humor, he was too caught up in Louis' actions and how he was going to possibly bounce back from that. What was that anyways? How did anger transform into sexual- well, he shouldn't ask that question since it use to happen in his relationship with Luke a lot.

Too deep within his thoughts, he didn't notice how Liam had already left the room, Principal Plowser now standing in front of his desk with his hands folded behind his back. Harry began to panic on the inside, wondering if the older man had cameras inside this classroom and just saw everything, but he smiled on the outside. "Plowster, my main man, how are you today?"

"Not good, Harry. Not good." replied Principal Plowser while shaking his head, a distressed look on his face. He sighed and ran his hand over his face before looking back at Harry again, appreciative of the moment of silence there was. "Someone stole all the money we raised to fund for the art program yesterday."

"What? That's terrible!" said Harry in shock, wondering what kind of fucked up person could do something like that. People have been obsessing over the art program even before he started his first year at this school working, so to see it snatched away would be absolute hell. He also didn't depict any of his students as thieves, but people aren't always what they seem. "How do you think you're going to earn it all back?"

"Styles..."

Oh no. It was that voice again, the voice that persuaded him to plan the meeting that he had multiple breakdowns over and where he met his worst nightmare. Harry knew that he should have never asked, but it was to be brought up one way or another even if he didn't. "Let me guess, you want me to plan something to help raise the money all by myself?"