Bad Teacher.

Chapter 7: After School

School. School was something Harry was really starting to dread going to, and now here he was, heading to school with regret. He could easily stay home, but that would only make matters worse and there's no use disobeying everyone's rules, he should just get the day over with and hope Louis didn't stop by after school. He hated when Louis did that. Who did he think he was just showing up without permission?

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Harry walked into Louis's class slowly, seeing a small smirk rise on Louis's face. Harry had just ignored him, going to his seat. He got out a piece of paper and started doing his bell work, not once looking at Louis.

Louis didn't care at all. Harry's feelings didn't mean anything to Louis, and he'd rather bang the hell out of him than listen to him explain his dumb feelings.

Louis walked past Harry's desk, dropping a sticky note on the desk purposely. Harry opened the note.

Why are you trying to avoid me, Harry? You know good and well that it'll only make things worse for you. Come to my place this afternoon, I have something to show you..

Harry crumbled the paper up and hummed annoyingly. He hated Louis. But he loved him.. Being a teenager sucked, there were just too many mixed feelings.

He wasn't going to his house either. No way. No way in hell was he going to have Louis bang him and kick him out or show him some kind of torture room. Fifty shades of no.

But his curiosity got the best of him and he found himself actually walking to Louis's place after school, muttering under his breath at how much of an idiot he was for talking himself into it. Louis was crazy and nothing but trouble, and he was actually falling for all that shit.

He raised his hand to ring the door bell, huffing. He put his hand down. What the hell was he doing? He shook his head and turned out, starting to walk away but the sound of the door opening stopped him. He turned to see Louis standing there with that dumb smirk Harry hated so much.

He glared at Louis, "What is it that you wanted to show me, Mr. Tomlinson."

"Oh, Harry, don't act all tough. You'll only make a fool of yourself. Now come on in." He stepped aside and that stupid smirk was wider.

Harry grumbled under his breath, staring for a moment before he stomped inside. This was ridiculous. Why did he trick himself into coming here?

He scoffed, "Your house is surprisingly clean."

Louis rolled his eyes, "I told you, my lovely Eleanor does all the work in this house."

Harry rolled his eyes back, "I should tell her about you fucking me so she wouldn't be your lovely Eleanor anymore." He mocked his voice. He did love Louis... But in a hateful way. Basically, he hated the fact he loved Louis. He didn't want to love Louis at all but he did and that was the most miserable thing about the whole thing. He was trying to stop loving the mean man, not fall for him even more than he already did. He wasn't in love with him, that was too big of a word but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love him. Loving someone and being in love with someone was too different things and he was hoping he'd never be in love with the man who didn't give two shits about anyone's feelings and only faked cared when it came to his students. It highly pissed him off how he'd act like he cares for all his students but he doesn't give a damn about them. He mentally groaned.

Louis chuckled, "Oh, Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry..."

Harry frowned, "What....?"

Louis laughed, shaking his head. He began drying of laughter, holding his stomach as his head fell back.

Harry didn't know why he was laughing, a confused frown taking place as he watched the howling man in from of him. What confused him more was the huge glare that placed on Louis's face and before he knew it, Louis's fist came at him. He didn't know what happened next as everything went blank. The blow to his face caused him to fall to the ground, passing out before he even hit the ground.

Louis glared down at his figure. "That's what happens when you give me a fucking attitude." He snapped at the nonresponsive boy.