taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

15.

"Harry, I would love for me to be your fake new crush, but I don't want Mr.Tomlinson to hate me more than he already does," said Mr.Irwin, the ninth grade biology teacher, taking a bite of his macadamia nut cookie.

The reason why he went to Ashton Irwin first to borrow as his bait is because during Ashton's first year working here, he misplaced his lesson plans, and Harry had helped him make a new one. Ashton then told him that he owed Harry, and so Harry decided to take up this offer starting today by cornering the man inside of the teacher's lounge.

The thing was, Ashton was straight and Harry knew that because he had a crush on some female teacher in the building, but, of course, he wouldn't tell anyone who it is. So pretending to be Harry's anything could really throw the woman off.

"Why does he hate you?" asked Harry curiously, his face so close to Ashton's that it made the man scrunch up his nose and push his finger in the middle of Harry's chest to move him away. "Sorry."

"Well, I was helping set up the powerpoint for the drug presentation at the assembly, and I was talking to him about how much of a good person you are for making it happen. Then he told me that I should stop talking so much or my mouth would fall off." explained Ashton, some of the cookie crumbs falling out of his mouth and toppling onto his shirt.

Harry sighed adoringly at the story, even though Ashton looked like he was becoming agitated. "That sounds so much like Louis."

Ashton blinked before trying to walk past Harry, groaning when the curly haired man grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back, knowing that he wouldn't get out of this. And Harry knew that he shouldn't be this desperate for someone to fake like him, but he's all out of options, and Louis wasn't making this easy. "Harry..."

"Look, I know he can be a bit unbearable, and sometimes rude, but I really like him. You know how hard it was for me to move on after Luke, and now I'm finally doing it. Please, help me." pleaded Harry, poking out his bottom lip just like he usually did when he was trying to convince Liam of something. "PleasePleasePlease."

"A little minx is what you are," muttered Ashton, then he hesitantly nodded, causing Harry to grow excited. "What do you need me to do?"

What do they need to do? Harry hadn't went over the plan with Liam and the process in which it goes in; he only thought about the outcome. He starts to panic, realizing that this could be the worst idea ever, but Ashton places his hands on Harry's shoulder and gives him a sympathetic sigh.

"Okay, look, I'll do all the work. All you need to do is look...like you are."

And sure, Harry could do that. "Are you sure that this will work?"

"I'm positive. There is nothing more than a man hates than seeing someone they tease or frequently talk to get flirted with by someone other than them. Trust me, I have a degree in this course." responded Ashton with a bright smile, but Harry scrunched up his button nose and tilted his head to the side; obviously confused.

"But I thought you had a degree in teaching—"

"Wait, shut up. He's coming in here." said Ashton quickly, then he grabbed Harry's hand and entangled it in his own, making sure to smile believably when the glass door opened. Harry followed suit, trying not to turn his attention toward the door in fear that he'd make eye contact with Louis. "So tonight then?"

"Tonight, what?"

The dirty blonde glared at Harry and nodded his head slightly in the direction of Louis, who was standing in the middle of the doorway with an empty coffee cup in silence. "Our date? The one that you agreed to..."