taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

37.

"Hello. Welcome to the, probably, thousandth meeting of this year." Principal Plowser said, his jaw set as he looked around the table at each teacher through squinted eyes. "We have a few things to discuss, and one of them involve this year's trip. We have a budget, so please do not exceed it when you state where your grade should go and your reasoning."

"Well," said Mrs.Grant languidly, readjusting her black shades before continuing to speak. "I think that we should take them to Crayola Experience in Orlando."

"It's a trip for high schoolers, not preschoolers, Lizzy." Melanie interrupted, her tone of voice exasperated.  "We clearly should take them to the Orlando Science Center, like we do every year."

Harry had zoned out by then, watching as Louis listened intently to the conversation that was happening. Just as Harry was about to subtly look away, Louis caught his eye and grinned, like they were talking without really opening their mouths. It made Harry blush furiously, though he couldn't bring himself to look away—not that he was trying.

"I think," Louis began, his eyes still trained on Harry's. "that we should go on a camping trip. Overnight type of thing. You know, to focus more on team building and help them become more responsible as they do things on their own. Bring about, let's say, our top 65 kids. Of course, we'll be in cabins instead of sleeping out in tents."

Harry jumped in, completely oblivious to the way the teachers were looking between the two with interest. "That's not too bad of an idea, Mr.Tomlinson. But I believe that the students would benefit more in the wilderness; making tents and having them work together in order to achieve something greater doesn't sound like much of a bad idea, yeah?"

"I suppose so." Louis answered, but there was something about the way he spoke that made Harry want to pounce over the desk and kiss him until they were out of breath. "It would take a very long time to organize it all, Harry."

"Why are they looking at each other like that?" Ms.Pinnock whispered from several seats down, taking observation of how everyone seemed to go silent as the two spoke. "Is this what sexual tension is like? If so, I would not like to be apart of it."

"Neither do I, Ms.Pinnock, but I believe that Mr.Tomlinson and Mr.Styles both have good ideas. Camping would be great for the kids! Especially since our youth today is so focused on their cellphones. But I think that a cabin would be slightly better, for medical reasons." Principal Plowser said with a wide smile. "If you two could discuss further details and get back to me in less than two weeks, then we might can forget about the Science Center. Now onto the next thing..."

They're staring at each other again, Louis and Harry, and Harry feels butterflies taking up the space in his stomach, and he kind of wants to smile, but he's biting down on his lip so that he isn't able to. Soon the meeting is over, and they're the last to leave the room, not that Harry minded since they were walking side by side in the hallway now.

"I forgot that making plans also came with several priorities." Louis said with a click of his tongue. "But we'll get the job done. Are you free tonight?"

"Oh, of course...I'm always free. You know, except for in school, but I'll always make time for you." Harry replied, and he couldn't tell since he forced himself to look down, but he was sure that Louis had smiled. "Tell me if I'm ever being too cheesy."

"Sadly, I enjoy it."

"Well," mumbled Harry happily. "about the camping thing. Have you ever been camping before? Is that why that was the first thing to come to mind?"