Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

Detention Sucks

Louis' P.O.V

   I waited. And waited... And waited... The clock appeared to be stuck, or time was just moving that fucking slow. A loud, annoyed groan ripped from my core. Mr. Fuck-Me looked at me with frustration. "Are you going to groan every minute?" I sneered and gave him a sarcastic smile.

   "I don't know. Let's wait and see." His glare hardened. After a second of us glaring at each other, he grabbed his book and started reading again. "Whatcha reading?" I piped out. He sighed loudly and put the book down, running his hand through his hair.

   "I thought you didn't care about anything unless it involved sex, drugs, or money?"

   "I'm feeling a little generous today." I shrugged and looked at the clock again. My mouth opened, about to let out another unearthly sound.

  "Enza." He said quickly. I stopped, giving him a confused look. "The book I'm reading. It's called Enza. It's about a girl who grows up along with a bird that flew in her window when she was a child." I nodded, not really listening, just focusing on the way his lips moved. If only he would kiss me with those luscious, thick, plump, DSL lips. "Louis, why didn't your parents answer the phone when I called?" My brain went into alert.

   "What did you just say?" I demanded. He looked shocked due to the change of my attitude.

   "I asked why your parents didn't answer-" Thankfully, the bell rang before he could finish - or I could respond. I ripped my jacket off the back of my chair and stormed out of the classroom. God I fucking hate english.

   "Lou," I ignored whoever decided to talk to me and I ran out of the school. I lived roughly a mile away, and the cold  London air bit at my exposed skin as my angry feet stomped through the snow.

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   The second I stepped into the tiny apartment, I felt tightened. Like I didn't belong. I walked into the sitting room and tossed my leather jacket on the rocking chair and walked to my room. It was covered in posters of bands, and a twin sized bed was pressed in the far corner. A small desk was on the opposite side, filled with papers and a computer. The rest of the room was dirty; clothes hanging off the closet door and shirts and boxers scattered over the floor. Ripped papers and bags of chips were everywhere. The floor wasn't entirely visible.

   I flopped myself on the bed, tapping my fingers against my thigh to an unknown beat. I tried to calming myself down. However, a beeping sound made me pull out my phone. "What?" I snapped, letting my anger seep through the receiver. I was sick of people talking to me today.

   "Hello, is this Louis Tomlinson?" The voice was extremely chipper, no doubt a girl.

   "Depends. Who's this?"

   "Well, Louis, this is your principle. Mrs. Sheer."

   "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number. This isn't Lou-"

   "Very funny. Mr. Tomlinson, I have note that you prematurely left detention with Mr. Styles." My face twisted up as I become even more angry and confused.

   "Well tell that asshole I stayed until the bell rang. So try again." I ended the call. Jesus fuck. I actually wish Styles would stop being so fucking hot so I can actually hate him.

Harry Style's P.O.V

   "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled into the large house - large, in a modest way. Quick footsteps raced down the stairs and died blonde hair and a beautiful smile entered my eyesight.

   "Hazzy!" Nial chirped and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my neck. I let out a soft moan and dropped my brief case. "Nope. No more kisses, not till you see what I've done for you!" He grinned wider and dragged me into the kitchen. While he dragged me, I made an attempt at the plastic buttons on my shirt.

   "Babe, slow down - " My eyes landed on the black rectangle sitting on a plate. "What is that?" I gasped, pointing at the mysterious object. It honestly scared me.

   "It's your early Christmas present!" He chirped again, kissing my cheek. I tentatively approached the table.

   "Niall, I mean, what is it." His shoulders slumped as a disappointed look spread across his features.

   "Harry, it's a cake! Not all of us used to be bakers. But, I assure you it's eatable," he beamed. I cringed wrongfully. "I already had a piece, though. It smelt so good when I pulled it out." Fear and panic genuinely filled my heart as I swung around him.

   "Are you feeling okay?!" I shrieked. If he ate... That thing, he's probably got some infectious disease!

He sighed and turned, looking hurt. Niall began to walk out, and guilt filled my chest. "Nialls, wait." He turned around. "I'm sorry, baby. Thank you, it's beautiful - " the blatant lie caught in my throat. I cleared my voice, "Well, not so much beautiful but you get what I mean." He giggled, smiling brightly.

   "Thanks for the apology. Ready to celebrate?" He winked and extended his arm for me to grab his hand.

   "Ni-" He groaned and dropped his hand.

   "Harry, no." He stomped his foot, suddenly frustrated. "I'm so tired of this. You make so many excuses so we don't have to have sex - or even make out! 'Im too tired' 'I've got to much work' 'I think I might be sick!' God, Harry! If you don't want to do anything in this relationship, I don't think we should have it! It's like I'm your least priority." His eyes started watering and this time he did leave. Confused by the outburst, I sighed.

My phone went off. I groaned, clicking accept, not bothering to see Caller ID. "Hello?"

   "You ASSHOLE!" Someone screamed, making me flinch away from my phone. God, that was loud.

   "Excuse me?"

   "You fucking liar!"

   "Who is this?" I demanded.

   "Louis? You know. Louis Tomlinson. Why the fuck did you lie?!" Sudden realization hit me and I vocally 'ooh'ed.

   "Because, as your teacher I say when you leave, not the bell." I heard a groan and something crash. I smirked, not comprehending why this was enjoyable.

   "Yeah whatever. Well, have fun seeing me tomorrow." Then the line went dead. I tossed my phone on the counter. Running another hand through my hair, I sighed.

That boy... Louis's so mysterious. It makes me so damn mad. He's got no care for education or respect.

   "Harry, I'm running out for a minute." Niall trotted down the stairs, his jacket in one hand and the keys in the other. I smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

   "Okay, I love you baby." He turned to me and smiled, all the previous anger now thankfully gone.

   "Love you too, Harry." And he left. I closed my eyes, and a familiar face appeared. Oh jeez, that boy is getting in my head.

   "I will see you tomorrow, Louis Tomlinson." I mumbled and walked to my room to shower. Oh I'll see him tomorrow. I know I will.

TA-DA! So that was chapter 2!! Short, sweet and too the point. I love you very much!! I'd love you even mTore if you gave me feedback? I'll really appreciate it! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Byeeeee!!:)

~Hannah (this chapter has been editted, I hope you enjoyed!!!)