taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

20.

"You broke his nose!" Harry shouted indignantly as he stormed into Louis' classroom, his hands forming fists at his sides. He was so angry with Louis that he wanted to burst, but he would try not to get to that point because he didn't really want to. "I can't believe you did that! Well, I believe it, but I didn't think you'd..."

At first, Louis pretended like the man wasn't even there, continuing to scribble grades on top of tests with his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He had his regular clothes back on, which meant that he must have changed right after the game was over. By default, Ashton won the game for his good effort and for not bleeding all over the gym floor, so the only good thing that came out of today was that he'd get his date with Bryana.

"It was an accident," was all that Louis said to him, and his voice was exclusively monotone as he said it, which is how Harry could tell that it was a lie. There was no way that a throw that hard could have been an accident. "I was aiming for his dick anyways."

"Ha, so you're admitting that you were trying to hit him on purpose!" Harry exclaimed, and he couldn't tell if he was excited or just plain angry anymore. This was kind of the reaction he had been expecting, more on the murdering side actually, so he should be celebrating. He should be jabbing his pointer finger into Louis' side while saying I knew it. "Just admit that you hit him with that dodgeball because you were jealous."

"And if I do?"

Good question, thought Harry worriedly. Then Louis would know that he kissed Ashton just to spite him and prove something. Harry's cheeks turned pink, tinting against his pale skin as he felt complete embarrassment standing in the middle of this room with Louis. He felt angry now. Louis was always one step ahead of him, and he didn't think that he could take it anymore. "You know what, Louis? I'm done playing games. I'm done with you as well." Liar.

"You're done with me?" Louis asked amusingly, then pushing his chair away from his desk so that he could stand up. "Princess, are you sure that you don't want to rethink that?"

The tension in the air became thicker when those words left Louis' mouth, and Harry isn't so sure that he wanted to leave the room anymore because of how controlling and demanding the man sounds. Harry hated how submissive he became due to Louis' voice, and he shouldn't feel weak in the knees, he knows, but he is. He should walk away from all of this, or at least back up when Louis began to walk to the front of his desk; his azure eyes burning with so much desire that Harry's breath hitches. "I don't know."

"Well, if you feel that way, I'd just have to change your mind. Do you like the sound of that?"

Yes, I really do. Harry watched the man lean against the edge of his desk in silence, knowing that he didn't quite trust himself to say the right thing without getting tripped up.

In all honesty, he doesn't want to admit how flushed he's becoming at what Louis had said, knowledgeable of the fact that he's speaking about more than just an apology. And strangely, Harry doesn't mind. He wanted Louis' lips trailing across his skin until he's begging for more, too blissed out to say full sentences that were coherent.

"Come here, Harry." Louis said compellingly.

Willingly, Harry scuffled over, but it felt like he was walking on top of clouds from how swiftly he got to Louis. So eager, he remembered the man saying, and he couldn't remember if it was in his dreams or not, but hearing it in his head again was enough to make him hard.

And suddenly they're nose to nose, and this time Harry's bum is being pushed into the desk as Louis grabs ahold of his crotch and squeezes. Harry's trembling now, a moan spilling from his mouth in such a sinful way that Louis' eyes are getting dark.