taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

12.

"It's so nice of you all to come to this meeting. I know that this was unplanned, but I feel like we should all have a talk about how this quarter is going as a whole." said Principal Plowser intensely, his gaze resting on every single teacher that sat around the table. "It's...It's about the students. I found a bag of...weed on the floor when I was patrolling the hallway."

There were loud gasps from all around the table, and Harry would have done so himself if he didn't meet the eyes of Louis, who seemed to be grinning while leaning against the chair. He was staring at Harry with transfixed blue eyes, his hands sitting on top of his chest, which rose and fell whenever he took a breath. They were sitting across from one another at the table, so it was hard for Harry to pay attention, but he somehow was able to avert his attention back to his boss.

"That's terrible." added Louis, his expression transforming into something soft, believable.

"So now we know that kids are getting high in the middle of class periods. Cool, now what?" questioned Luke, who so happened to be sitting next to Louis, and Harry will not admit that he wanted to rip every single strand of hair off of his head. He was a gentle guy, very caring, he wouldn't have the guts to do so anyways. "Do we have to start giving out 'Find Jesus, Not Weedlets' pamphlets?"

"That wouldn't be a bad idea, actually." said Lizzy Grant, a teacher from the tenth grade, but no one really knew what she taught – she was just there, if Harry had to be completely honest.

Principal Plowser hummed and tilted his head to the side as if considering the idea; looking up at the ceiling before glancing at Luke. "I was thinking more on the poster side, but that actually doesn't sound like a terrible idea."

Suddenly, Louis stood up from his chair, causing the entire room to go silent. He looked at them all before his eyes landed on Harry, then he cleared his throat to get the man's attention. Harry was having a mental breakdown right now because he was so sure that Louis was about to embarrass him in front of everyone in this room, then make him the laughing stock of this high school – but it didn't happen.

"What is something that teens enjoy?" questioned Louis curiously, but Harry didn't have time to reply because Brendon was raising his hand and calling out: 'Isolation! They enjoy isolation!' "I meant besides that, Mr.Urie. Harry?"

"Um, books?" It was a simple answer, but Harry knew it was the wrong one when the teachers around him started to chuckle lightly; and his cheeks heat up. It seemed like no matter what he did or said, he would be considered the loser ever since Louis got here – it made him a little sad.

"Good, but not what I'm quite looking for." said Louis softly, and it came out so polite and careful that Harry feels his heart clench. "Liam?"

"Memes!"

"Yes, memes!" shouted Shia, who was sitting next to Liam with a bright smile on his face; and Liam didn't look too satisfied afterwards. Harry squinted up at Louis while trying to decipher what the man was trying to say, his pinky finger tapping the side of his face patiently. Everyone in the room seemed to be holding onto what Louis had to say, and Harry couldn't help but think about how amazing that was.

"Exactly, memes. Studies show that teens focus more when something is presented to them, so how can we tie these two together? It's simple." explained Louis, turning his head so that he was looking at Principal Plowser now, who was sitting in his seat with unwavering eyes. "We have an assembly about it using memes and teachers that students find...awkward. And what better person to bring this all together than our own, Harry Styles?"