Sex Tape With My Teacher? {Larry Stylinson(with a bit of Zarry & Niam!)} - {BOOK 1}

Chapter Ten!

Harry barged through the creaking door, tears staining his cherry red cheeks. Sobs slipped his lips as he thought;

Why did Zayn do that?

Zayn lied to Harry. Zayn never lies to Harry. He ran to the corner where the first broken sink was, sliding down the grimy wall. His bag dropped next to him with a thud, as he pulled his shaking knees up to his chest. He sobbed quietly, as his head killed forward, burying into his knees, his shaking arms wrapping round his knees.

All Harry felt inside was positively heart broken. Embarrassed. But there was something else bubbling up in his stomach. He found himself frowning, his sobs dying down as he felt his member aching. He growled in frustration. The fact Zayn left him hanging like that! Did Zayn know? Harry shook his head briefly his curls moving with him, brushing his tear stained face, some strands sticking.

"W-Why me?" Came his shallow whispering voice not expecting one two answer him back.

"You did nothing wrong Harry."

His head slowly raised seeing the familiar blue eyes of his teacher Mr Tomlinson. He found himself sobbing loudly once again, his cheeks beet red, remembering that it was in fact him that opened the door! He saw him... Harry felt his blunt nails digging into his skin, through how trousers. His broad shoulders shaking wildly, as his breath came in gasps.

"Harry come on." Louis said, his voice so much more soothing now than it was in his classroom. His voice laced with humour most of the time, it made Harry's heart flutter. His sobs lessened as he heard footsteps walk closer to his shaking body, his chest so tight from crying in a hunched over position.

"You didn't know he was going to do that. Heck I was just going in for the Janitor to get a mop... I was never expecting to see that."

Harry turned his head shooting a glare in Louis' direction, a small smile wavering on his lips, as Louis grinned, a slight pink flooding into his cheeks.

"That's not funny... Why were you getting him a mop?"

Louis smirked, lowering himself next to the boy who was regaining his breath, tears still leaking from his eyes slowly. He kept his knees up, using the heels of his palms to wipe his eyes dry. As he looked across he saw his teacher sitting next to him. His right hand was supporting his upper body weight, fingers splayed. His left leg was bent at the knee his right one laying straight. His left hand was resting on his stomach as he said,

"He was too lazy to get off of his office chair, in which I might add needs to be a little bit bigger."

Harry snorted, laughing at the thought of the school Janitor sitting in a simple leather seat much like Louis'. It was a rather hilarious picture to see. Harry turned with a grin as Louis chuckled lightly.

"Come on Harry even you know that it's true. That man isn't exactly stick thin." Louis state, smiling at the sight of Harry's eyes sparkling as he tried to contain his laughter that spilled from his lips. It made Louis' heart race, but he pushed that away. He can not be looking at students the way he has found himself looking at Harry. It wasn't right... But surely it is okay? Love is love is it not? I shook his head lightly, as Harry's slightly cracked voice entered his ears.

"Okay so maybe he isn't thin but should you really be talking about fellow staff members like that?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow his green eyes sparkling. Louis blushed a little but. Of course he shouldn't but of course he was having a good time. Cheering the lad up was his main concern. He smirked.

"No but really it is kind of difficult. I am sorry and I'm not against anyone with... With that much size, but he puts it on himself Harry! He eats four packets of chocolate digestive biscuits a day for crying out loud!"