Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 31

Harry woke up. Surprisingly, he was on time. It was 8:30; he didn't have to be in until 9:30. He turned round to see if Louis was there, and yes, he was. They were now facing each other, and Louis didn't have to be in until later - teacher training morning. Harry looked at Louis - although some would say he looked rough, Harry thought he looked more beautiful than ever. He loved the way his boyfriend didn't snore - it was just light, gentle breathing. And also the way and in the night Harry detached himself from Louis - Louis' arms were reached out, obviously wanting to feel Harry's embrace. Harry leaned down and gave Louis a kiss on the head, smelling his hair. "I love you Louis, no one's ever gonna change that." And so, he almost silently got out of bed, pulled on some smart-ish clothes, and walked out the bedroom, first awake. Harry didn't eat breakfast, but Louis had left out a note on the kitchen table. It read: 'Hid the last teabag for you, in case the others nicked it. Top draw on the left behind coffee. Love you lots, Lou xoxox'. Harry smiled at this note: he and Louis loved tea, so for Louis to sacrifice his morning cuppa showed a lot. Harry grabbed a pen by the microwave and scrawled as neat as he could:

'I love you too. So much. Have a nice day, you deserve it.'

With this, he reached in to the right cupboard and sure enough, the PG Tips teabag was behind the coffee.

At Bloomers' Art Academy, the teacher there was really nice, and (of course) had taken a shine to Harry. Her name was Ms Donneger (Don-i-jay), and she had light, blonde hair and looked much younger than she was. She wasn't French, though; her husband was.

"Hello, Harry! On time, I see."

"Hey, ma'am. Yeah, early start. Makes a change from Lou waking me up."

"Who's 'Lou'?" Ask Ms Donneger, as she wiped clean table and set out brusho, bleach, acrylic paint, scissors, glue you name it.

"Oh - don't worry. It's a long story." Harry was the first one in. He walked over to the equipment table, grabbed some brusho and bleach and made his way to his own seat. He grabbed the portrait that he started yesterday - it was a rather abstract picture with parts of sea anemones and starfish. He took a paintbrush, a fine one, out of his case and filled up a paint pallet with water, before adding in the brusho. It was some powder paint, that turned the liquid the dye of the brusho. The more water you put in, the lighter the colour, and Harry used turquoise and emerald green.

After applying and waiting for it to dry, he dipped another paintbrush in some bleach - this effect took away the brusho - and made patterns with it.

Something struck him as he worked his magic. He said 'don't worry' to ma'am when she asked who Louis was. He realised that they were openly together now, and this was the least he owed Louis.

"Harry, this is amazing." Ms Donneger said to him, walking over. This was Harry's chance; he decided not to tell her, but if she asked him again it would be a lot less awkward.

"Thanks. Lou would like it."

"Okay, tell me. Who is Lou? Is he your dad?" His dad? Ha! He hadn't seen his dad in years - just like Louis. This idea of Louis being his dad made him laugh out loud. His Boobear was ten times the man his dad will ever be.

"Aha, no. He's my... he's my boyfriend." Harry looked down at his paint.

"Ah okay. How long have you been dating?"

Harry was very surprised at this. It wasn't awkward at all. "Nearly a month, now."

"Cute. Do you have a photo?" Ms Donneger had now actually sat down next to Harry. Harry nodded, pulling out a picture of them both smiling toothily, temples joined together. "Oh- this is adorable. You look genuinely happy! Both of you! Oh, sorry, Harry. I don't mean to well up on you. You keep him, he's a good'n."