To Think, Lust Isn't Enough (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Six

A/N: Yeah, this is really short but I've been extremely sick. So, don't get too angry and be patient with me.

-Cassie

"You WHAT?!" Niall basically screeched, "BUT YOU HATED HIM JUST LAST WEEK!!" And really, Niall needed a mute button. "And I hate him now, you bottle dyed banshee. I just happen to know what he's like between the sheets." Louis sighed, pushing his locker door shut, "It was a shag, Ni. And maybe if you hadn't of ditched me for Payno then I wouldn't have a risk of STDs." The brown haired boy snapped , pushing his fringe to the side and holding onto his books as he and his best friend walked. Niall looked unphased, "But Harry 'Fucks Anything With Legs' Styles?" The blonde commented with a most disbelieving look, and Louis snickered lightly, because honestly the nickname he had came up with last year was genius.

"I have legs, and I am utmost fuckable, Niall. It was only a matter of time, after all. It's not like I'm pining over him." Niall shrugged in acceptance and the two were quiet for a split second, "So... How was he?!" Louis barked out a laugh, "I am NOT having this conversation with you!" He pushed Niall towards the direction of his classroom before ducking into his own Chemistry classroom. He began to walk toward his tan desk toward the back of the class going down his row while shuffling through his back pack for his latest assignment, when he realized he was far from alone in the room. He looked up from his search and barely contained a groan. Harry was sat with one girl in his lap (Maddelyn, was it?) and another who he didn't recognize standing beside him with an arm over Harry's broad shoulders, inconveniently blocking Louis' path.

He cleared his throat, and Harry's pine green eyes glanced up and he gave a slight nod of acknowledgement, " Tomlinson." He grunted out, quickly returning his attention and mouth back to the girl on his laps neck. Louis let out a frustrated breath, kicking Harry's calf roughly causing the boy to tear is mouth from the girl'a neck leaving a trail of saliva and, um, ew. "Hey Dick in the Head, mind getting Slut 1 and 2 out of my way?" Harry's eyebrows raised and a small smirk pulled at his lip, "Mr. Straight A Student needs to be taught chemistry? Though you already had the periodic table memorized." Louis huffed and put is hand on his side while jutting out his hip, "I do, but we got past that last month, Styles. Maybe you oughta keep up and get your head out of vaginas." "I like asses to." "I've noticed."

Harry basically pushed the girl off of his lap who stood gob smacked as Harry approached the light brown headed boy who stood determined. Harry's long fingers ran into the locks on top of Louis' head, holding a firm grip as he held the boy still, "I know more sex positions than there are elements and formulas, what more could I need?" He whispered, blowing his hot minty breath over Louis' earlobe and his lips trailed the shape of Louis' ear waiting for an answer. Louis' hand fisted around Harry's white T-shirt and tugged the taller boy impossibly close. Louis stepped on his tip toes and muttered huskily in Harry's ear, "You may know the positions, but you have to be flexible enough to perform them, don't you pretty boy? I took 12 years in gymnastics, and you can basically bend me in half, and I would have been more than happy to demonstrate, but you got your run of me, didn't you Styles?"

His small hand unfisted Harry's shirt, and pushed the lad back almost hitting one of the girls who stood bored. Harry's breath was slightly quickened as he stared at the boy with hungry eyes, eyeing the short and curvy body. The bell let a shrill ring and Louis shoved Harry to the side and into his seat, and smiled at the girls, "Excuse me, dolls." He said sweetly, side stepping the stickly females before shooting back a smirk, "And please, the Uni just a mile up has a makeup department, let them help you next time before taking your little sisters red crayon to your face." The girls gasped and Louis slid into his seat, a satisfied smirk on his lips. The smirk only grew more as he saw Harry twisting in his seat to look at him, and everytime he turned back around he had to adjust himself in his pants, because dear god. In half.