Different Strategies -Larry Stylinson-

Chapter 1

Ok, it's been awhile since I've done anything with this yeah? So I'm going to try and keep this story going. I also just drank 32 oz of water in probably five minutes and I feel rather sick but I'm still going to sit down and write for you ^_^

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-~-Louis' POV-~-

As I sat sipping my tea I watched as Harry walked into the room, he held a bagged lunch. My eyes followed him till he sat down with Liam Payne, the gym teacher in the opposite corner of mine. Liam was one of the only nice teachers here that didn't mind me and the way I teach. He was a nice guy and he loved working with kids. The way Liam taught his students was similar to the way I taught mine.

We both had their interests in mind when teaching. Not our wallets.

I dropped my gaze back to my tea and pulled out the bag and sipped on it some more. I absolutely loved being a teacher, but these free periods of mine were just so boring. Especially when the only other teacher I got along with was best friends with Harry.

What did I ever do to make young Hazza hate me? He always seemed to dislike me more than the other teachers. Maybe it was because our classrooms were across from each other. Harry was always poking his rad of curls into the hallway and giving me a stern glare whenever he saw me. Of course, he tried not to make a scene. But all the students knew that he despised me.

But for whatever reason, my students and I were unsure.

A couple of times I have even had a few of them ask me if we were old mates that went through a bad fight. It wasn't even that. He was from Holmes Chapel and I was from Doncaster. The first time I'd met him was last year, here in Wolverhampton.

Truth be told, I was pretty sure that Harry never liked me from the start. Probably because the first think I did was spill tea all over his white dress shirt.

Whoops.

I chuckled a little at the memory. I remember looking up at him - yes up, he's about four or five inches taller than me - and seeing the look of astonishment on his face. But honestly, the first time I saw his curly hair, and a dimple or too threatening to reveal itself; I found myself with a massive crush on the English teacher.

It didn't help that I could see through his shirt then, and make out a couple of incredibly hot swallow tattoos.

Tattoos are a major turn on.

But then Harry just glared and went off about how he'd just bought that top and how he would look like such a mess today (I thought that I was supposed to be the drama queen).Then he even thought I was a student!? I knew I looked and dressed a little young, but for christ's sake I'm two years older than Harry!

Let's just say, it wasn't the best meeting.

After that it just got worse.

Once he found out that I was the loudest teacher in the school, we started going at each other in the halls. He would ask me to be quiet and I would retaliate with some comment.

It was fun messing with him believe it or not.

So that's how it's pretty much been for the last year and a quarter.

I looked up and caught the curly haired mans stare and he scowled immediately and I just rolled my eyes and continued to drink. Why would I stoop to his level when I can piss him off just as easily by doing this?

I swear he has some anger management issues. It was just too easy to press his buttons and get him all riled up. It was like he was a three year old and you just snatched his favourite toy and told him you were throwing it away. He'd throw a little tantrum, but when you comply to his wishes everything is fine again.