taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

24.

It was a success, homecoming, aside from the fact that the bowl of condoms were nearly gone after an hour of being refilled; but Harry would rather not think about the negatives or else it would eat him alive. The students were leaving the center where the dance was hosted in their crisp suits and silk dresses, and a few girls that wanted to be different and wear sneakers with it--Liam made Harry count them out through the night to save himself from boredom, and it was a pretty great way to pass time.

Harry was standing by the door and telling every person that walked by to have a good night, and some students even stopped just to take a picture with him for some odd reason, but he never questioned their needs. After all, they were just teenagers, so there was nothing he should worry about. He thinks. Soon, every student had left, leaving only the teachers inside of the building to finish cleaning up the mess that was made to cut the janitor the slightest bit of slack.

Principal Plowser came walking out of the double doors with the biggest smile on his face, his hands resting on his hips as he watched the students either get into cars or wait at the curb for those who were picking them up. "I hope those little rascals had their fun because now it's our turn. Are you coming out with us to the after party?"

Harry doesn't understand why he doesn't just say the bar, but he figured that they were still technically in school mode and had to act a bit professional just in case a student happened to be listening in, so he pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side. He almost forgot about the bar. He had to ask Louis and make sure that he was going to, otherwise, there would be no purpose in Harry going. "I think so. I just have to check in with someone."

"Mr.Tomlinson, I presume?"

Coughing violently, Harry's hand flew to his neck so that he could nervously clear his throat; avoiding eye contact with his boss as he crazily raised his eyebrows. "N-No, what? Him? What makes you think that I even. . .--Is he coming?"

The man grinned even though Harry couldn't see, shaking his head and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his royal blue slacks. "Yes, he is. He told me that he doesn't drink though; says he likes to be in control of what was going on. I don't believe in having fun without alcohol, but I guess everyone works differently, am I right? Well, I understand since he--" Principal Plowser stopped himself, fixing the collar of his shirt before turning to face the door. "How about we go inside and help the other teachers?"

"Since he what?" Harry asked curiously, following the man through the double doors. Of course Principal Plowser knew what was wrong with Louis; the man had to look through his files before he actually hired Louis--maybe he would tell him what was wrong with Louis. "You can tell me. I won't talk to him about it."

"I cannot discuss other teacher's personal lives with others. You guys seem like very close friends, so I'm sure that he'll open up to you about certain things soon enough. Right now, it is not my place to tell." Principal Plowser replied as they walked into the room, and Harry pursed his lips eve though he had much more to say, knowing that there was no use in trying to push it out of the man. "We'll all be leaving out in a half an hour; that's when our bus shows up. Hope you have a way home."

"Liam is driving since he can't drink. One kidney 'n all."

"Right," said Principal Plowser, then averting his eyes to the corner of the room where Louis was taking own the balloons that were taped at the side of the stage and tossing them onto the floor. "Go over there and talk to him."

Harry opened and closed his mouth, nodding firmly and clenching his fists before walking in the direction of Louis, but he was stopped abruptly when Mr.Urie appeared in front of him with wide eyes; taking Harry by the shoulders to stop him from walking. "Harry, just the person I wanted to see. So I need your opinion on something,"