taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

19.

It was a, not surprisingly, sunny day outside, and maybe it was just the weather but Harry felt invincible. He was wearing blue shorts that hugged his thighs and a white button up, which was completely different from what he usually wore to school. What he usually wore made him seem so uptight, vague but now he was a brand new person—well, just for today. Today was the day that Harry would make Louis jealous. Oh no, not just any kind of jealous, but the kind of jealous that would have Louis begging on his knees to go out with him.

He made his hair a bit more bouncier by using different shampoo that smelled like coconuts instead of vanilla, and made it curlier by using one of the curling irons Danielle left at the house when she use to stay the night. Everything about his 'new' look was making him feel ten times better about himself, and he became proud of himself when he felt eyes on him as walked into the school building—even if most of the eyes belonged to the students. Okay, maybe not too proud.

To make his change more effective, he used one finger to flick away a loose curl that landed in front of his eye like people did in the movies, and he couldn't help but feel like a million bucks. Even if Liam kind of convinced him that it was likely someone would be killed today because of the plan he was hatching, he still felt the greatest than he had in a long time. Another key factor as to why he was so excited about today was that there was a teacher vs. teacher dodgeball game in the afternoon in the gym, and he was on the exact same team as Ashton.

Which meant an angry Louis since the man was on the other side. Yes, he would help raise the money for the arts program (The students that want to watch have to pay two dollars for entry) (You wouldn't believe how many students would actually love to watch their teachers sweat and run in shorts), and he would grab Louis' attention for the second time. The first time would be for when he kissed Ashton right in front of the man. They thought it all out last night over the phone.

"So if I'm correct, Louis should be coming here in about five minutes to make a cup of coffee before he goes into his classroom. That means we need to make our lips touch for only a second or two, just enough that he can actually see it." Ashton explained in a tone that made Harry feel like he was in an action movie. All they needed were tight black suits and walkie talkies, along with badass spy music. "Are you listening?"

"Do you think that I would be a sexy spy?" Harry asked curiously, sitting his chin on top of his fist so that he could daydream about it.

"Keep whatever role-play shit you're thinking about with Mr.Tomlinson inside of your head." Ashton said bluntly, peeking out the crack of the door every now and then to see if anyone was coming. Harry blushed furiously and rolled his eyes, pushing himself off of the counter. "Okay, he's coming. You don't have herpes or anything, right?"

"Herpes—? No!"

Then, just as the door opened, Ashton grabbed the both of his cheeks and kissed Harry quickly. In fact, it was so fast that Harry hadn't even felt it happen, but he could tell that Louis saw the entire thing because the man was standing by the door while clutching the door knob. Harry doesn't think that he ever saw someone change from neutral to angry as briskly at Louis, and for a split second, he becomes almost afraid.

"See you at the dodgeball tournament later, H." Ashton said smoothly as he turned around, acting shocked to see Louis before waving at him and leaving the room; their shoulders bumping into each other's harshly.

Harry swiped his thumb across his bottom lip, smiling despite the fact that Louis happened to be glaring at him. "Morning, Louis. How's your day going so far?"