Different Strategies -Larry Stylinson-

Chapter 2

Hi guyssss how're you people doing? I hope you're good and I'm doing pretty good. I hope you guys can bare with me because weekends are now pretty much my only updating times now cause of school, soccer and homework. It's beating me up and all I want to do is write for you!!! Anyway let the chapter begin!!

-~-Harry's POV-~-

Why am I actually carrying this idiot? it wasn't even my fault that he slipped and nailed his head on the floor. Louis was running late - literally - and he looked like more of a mess than he normally did. His hair was slightly greasy and it looked like a birds nest. His clothes were thrown on in a rush an his shirt was obviously inside out. It looked ridiculous.

I felt him grab a hold of one of my curls. Oh no. Right after he pulled on the curl I rammed his feet into the lockers. The loud sound of his feet against the metal of the lockers hid my quiet but sexual moan. It was possible that I had a... slight hair pulling kink. Sue me. But Louis definitely didn't need to know that.

I smirked as he started to complain.

"Can you put me down now?" Louis began to squirm in my grip. Making it significantly harder to carry him the last twenty feet to the nurses office.

"I thought you wanted me to carry you." I grunted out, tightening my grip on the drama teacher.

"Yeah well that was before you ran me into a damn locker you asshat!" he started to flail his arms around to make me let go. Not happening.

I groaned, "stop being a twat. It's not much further." I would've just dropped him in the middle of the hallway if it wasn't so amusing to rile him up. Louis would never get this fussy when we would have some kind of dispute. Normally he would just keep his cool and snap back at my comments, but now he was throwing a full on fit.

I walked him into the office and dropped him on one of the uncomfortable cots.

"Was that necessary?" he asked with a glare.

"Quite." I said shortly

The nurse rushed into the room and crooked an eyebrow at the two of us. "What are you two doing here?"

"The royal ass here thinks he has a concussion."

Louis smiled as if my comment had truly touched him. "Aw thank you dear Harry for acknowledging the fact that my bum is that to represent royalty."

The nurse - who's name I believed to be Sarah - chuckled. "Well there isn't much we can do currently except send you home. We don't want you to pass out during class. Tomorrow we can set up an impact test for you to take." Louis' eyes widened at the term 'test'. "Is there someone at home who can make sure you only sleep for thirty minutes at a time?"

"My new roommate isn't exactly that responsible." Louis rolled his eyes.

Sarah laughed, "is there anyone you could ask to help you out?"

He shrugged, "My mum and sisters live off in Doncaster... I can't just ask them to drop everything to keep me awake..." he has sisters? that adorable. No. Stop Harry. He's not adorable. I started to awkwardly shift from foot to foot. "...maybe there's a fellow teacher who would be so kind as to keep me from slipping into a coma." Louis looked at me with wide puppy eyes. The fluorescent lights hitting them in a way that made the blue sparkle more than usual.

No. Hell no. I was not going to babysit him all day. "Fine." I grumbled out. What. Did I seriously just go against my own mind?

"Yay! Party at my flat!" Louis cheered. Sarah sent him a pointed look that made him cower and myself chuckle. "A movie watching party. With minimal movement, and lots of thirty minute sleep intervals."