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

Chapter Thirteen!

Louis was over at his desk again, flicking through the work books unable to find Harry's. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He swore he had all of the work books? Then he looked up and saw Harry sneaking off.

"Not so fast Harry... Where's your book?" Louis said, humour lacing his words as Harry groaned softly turning round, with a small blush in his cheeks. Louis raised an eyebrow, pushing up his glasses as he awaited Harry's answer. Inside the butterflies in his stomach were attacking him ruthlessly as he watched Harry's lips part in a slight grin.

"Well I would have handed it in... But I never wrote anything and I thought you'd be more angry if I handed in a blank book."

Louis rolled his eyes, a small smiling dancing on his lips. Harry looked down feeling slightly bad. He'd never not completed work assigned, but he just didn't know where to start? What else was he supposed to say, that he hadn't already mentioned? His life is a mess... But they've already gone into the details. Louis pointed to the desk in front of his own.

"Sit."

"I'm not a dog Mr Tomlinson." Harry murmured, his grin widening regardless as he shuffled towards the desk assigned to him. He dumped his bag on the table, pulling out the seat. When he sat, Harry huffed out a breath, crossing his arms as he watched Louis smirk.

"Good boy Harry. Now book out, I want at least a paragraph or 2 done before the bell rings for your last class of the day!"

"I-I don't know where to start Mr Tomlinson." Harry murmured quietly, raking through his bag to find his English book and a pen. He didn't really want to go to his last class... He had to face Niall and Liam... He didn't want to yet, but worst of all he had to leave his new safe heaven... He didn't want to do that either.

"How about you start near the beginning?" Questioned Louis, wanting to know more of why Harry turned towards the horrible world he knew. Louis sat himself in his desk chair, kicking up his feet. Harry frowned, huffing.

"Fine... But how come I'm the one doing the work in a stupid plastic chair and you get the comfort of being in a comfy leather one... That spins as well to lounge in?" Harry added as he watched Louis... His most immature 21 year old Teacher rub it in that he was more comfortable and lounging around. No doubt it made Harry's heart race and the butterflies arise again but seriously it was no fun watching it being rubbed in. Louis looked at him, with a playful dazed expression.

"I'm sorry what did you say?"

Harry rolled his eyes muttering a quick 'whatever' opening his book, clicking his pen, thinking of were to start. Louis smirked, leaning awkwardly, getting the book at the top of the pile. He sighed heavily sinking into his seat, opening the first page... And regretting it.

Harry thought of when he first met Zayn. He thought he'd write at the point in his life... When he was around 15. He pressed the pen to the paper and began writing his thoughts.

'Everything changed when I found Zayn lying under the bridge. I guess it was just a shock. He was still conscious, but his normal warm tanned skin was deadly pale and unhealthy looking. He was in nothing but a V-neck top, skin tight beige chinos and big black Supra high tops. His body was shaking madly, being attacked ruthlessly by the ice cold rain that beat down on Britain. I remember taking him under the bridge, strangled whines leaving his lips as if he were in so much pain.

I took him under the bridge in hopes he would be more sheltered. I held him upright in my arms, head against my chest. His hands were shaking, his breathing was laboured and all I can remember is phoning Liam.

"Hey Liam?"

"Haz what's wrong?"

"I've found Zayn-"

"Harry I've told you to stay away from him! He's not a Popular, well just yet! He's dangerous, you've seen him at school! Leave him be and get home!"

I sighed heavily, looking down at Zayn, who's tears were mixing with the raindrops littering his face. I frowned shaking my head.

"Liam please! I found him almost unconscious! He needs to be taken in! He might die!"

Liam sighing on the end of the phone signalled he gave in.

"Fine, but where are you going to take him? You haven't got a place to sta-No Haz... I will accept you but not him! You know how horrible he is to my Niall! No!"

"Liam please I'm begging you! He can't stay out here alone."

"Ugh... Fine... Where are you both?"

I remember smiling slightly, Zayn groaning softly, a rough, typical smokers cough slipping his soaked lips.

"Under the bridge near the school... You'll see us, I saw Zayn so..."

"Okay... I'll come and get you both."

"Thanks Li."

Hanging up, I wrapped my arms around his shaking body, a sigh slipping his lips, as his unfocused brown eyes closed, his breathing becoming more steady in my arms.'

Harry jumped as the school bell rang. He chewed his lip looking Louis, who was wide eyed, his mouth hanging open. He chuckled, closing his book. Clicking down his pen, he threw it in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

"Here... I wrote a bit for you." Harry said quietly, smiling slightly when Louis shook his head, blinking at him a few times.

"I'm sorry what?" He asked, this time genuinely confused. Harry chuckled again saying,

"I wrote something in there for you, like you asked. It's as near to the beginning as I wanted to take you."

Louis smiled, dropping the girls book on the table, snatching up Harry's. Harry blushed darkly, waving goodbye, shuffling to the door.

He didn't want to be in here .when Louis read that small piece of writing from him.

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I can't believe this :'( for some reason, now that I want it finished... I don't want it to end XD I don't think that makes sense but whatever!

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