My New Teacher [Larry - Student/Teacher] *Completed*

Chapter 30

"Louis, man what was that?" someone asks and I turn to look at a boy from my class.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Why did that boy kiss you?" Dylan, the boy from my class, asks.

"I kissed him because he's my boyfriend." I say, looking straight into his eyes.

"So Jim told the truth when he said you're gay?" he asks and I nod.

"Yeah and I'm proud about it." I say, seeing Harry smile proudly in the corner of my eye.

"That's cool." Dylan says and I smile surprised.

"You think it's cool?" I ask and he nods.

"Sure, it takes lot of courage to come out." he says.

"Thank you." I say.

"You're welcome." he says smiling and leaves.

"I'm so proud." Harry says and I turn to face him again.

"Why? You came out as well." I say.

"Yeah but nobody knows it's me." he says.

"You're right. Not long and you will be able to come out as well." I say and he nods.

"Can't wait." he says.

We go back to the others, holding hands now and they smile at us proudly, even Niall who doesn't even know us.

"Your hair looks so weird...Ed." Perrie says and Harry laughs.

"It's not that bad." he says and I laugh.

"It looks weird Haz." I say.

"Wait why do you call him Haz? I thought his name is Ed?" Niall asks.

"Let me tell you a story." I say smirking and we all sit down at a table.

"So my boyfriend here is actually our teacher and his name is Harry." I say.

"Why are you dating your teacher?" Niall asks.

"It just kind of happened. He gave me tutoring because my grades weren't that good and I always had a crush on him and then it just happened." I say.

"So why do you call him Ed?" Niall asks.

"Because I'm his student we're not really allowed to be dating so we have to hide it from the other students. But we still want to do things together so we bought a wig and glasses and call him Ed." I explain and Niall laughs.

"Cool." Niall says smirking and I chuckle.

"Yeah." I say.

I grab Harry's bottle of beer and want to take a sip but he quickly stops me and takes the bottle.

"C'mon! I won't drink the whole thing." I say.

"Lou, you can't drink." he says and I sigh.

"Right." I sigh and Harry places the bottle on the table.

I can't wait to be able to drink again! I miss it sometimes!

The next morning:

I wake up and the first thing I feel is the babies kicking. I sigh and rub my stomach with my hand.

"You'll be really good at football." I say smirking.

Harry enters the room and sees me sitting on the bed, holding my stomach with one hand, looking at it smiling. Suddenly I see a flash and I look up.

"What did you do?" I ask.

"I took a photo." he says smiling and sits down next to me.

"Why?" I ask.