Larry Stylinson One Shots

Won't Get Caught

We Won’t Get Caught, I Promise

Word Count: 6,633

AN//  SO. My Mommy is having a BABY!!! YAY.  Anyways, Somebody requested a student/teacher one so here it is. May not be the best I’ve written but oh well. Also, it’s kind of considered underage or whatever. (Harry is seventeen and Louis is twenty-one, so it’s not that much of an age difference) Enjoy(:

WARNING!!  CONTAINS BOYXBOY SMUT. AS IN, TWO BOYS HAVING SEX! IF THAT’S NOT YOUR THING THEN GET OUTTA HERE. (#sorrynotsorry for the mistakes if any. I’m too lazy to fix it right now…)

 (Also, I put up the prologue for the story idea i was talking about(:  )

September 6th, 2012

“Harry Styles?” Louis called, glancing up from his roster at the desk near the far corner of the room, smiling when he saw his favourite curly-haired student.

“Here, sir,” Harry said quietly, a smile on his face as he raised his hand and locked eyes with Louis.

Quickly, Louis called out the next name, but he kept his eyes locked with Harry’s for a bit longer, smirking at the seventeen year old when a blush started forming on his cheeks. Harry really is one of his favourite students; he pays attentions, has the highest rank in the, always turns his work in on time. He’s never late, always participates in the class discussions.

But even though he may be the best student in the Introduction To Theatre class, he’s still a terrible actor. Harry has a terrible poker face and poker voice, but he’s still the most beautiful human being Louis has ever laid eyes on. With bright green orbs, curly mess atop that head of his, cute smile and blush; he’s quite tall for seventeen, but skinny and he has pale skin and he may not seem all that much right now, but Louis can tell, he can just tell that Harry will grow into himself. Will grow into a sexy beast, and as long as he keeps his perfect personality, Louis can’t wait until that happens.

“Alright kids,” Louis said, chuckling when all of the sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen year olds groaned- they hate it when he calls them kids, but he does it anyways. He’s twenty-one. He’s allowed to call his students by whatever he wants. “Today-”

“Mr. Tomlinson?” a girl, who goes by the name of Bee even though her real name was Britanie, had raised her hand. She sat right in the front, with long blond hair, blue braces to match her eyes, and she was quite pretty, for a girl anyways.

“Yes, Bee?” Louis said, leaning back in his roley-chair. He’d planned on handing out the different scripts for the plays he picked for that semester and having the students choose which one they thought was the best. And then they were going to sit back and watch SNL just for the heck of it. But if they students had something else they wanted to do, he was up for it.

He watched as she looked down to her desk while she spoke. “Well. You remember-” everybody else was quiet and listening, all twelve of them. This was his smallest class, okay? “-Remember when you talked with us last week? You told us you were gay and we had that discussion?”

Louis remembers it very well. He was kind of worried his students would hate him for coming out to them, but surprisingly, all of them were okay with the fact that he likes guys. And they ended up having an hour long conversation about it. Everybody talked, speaking their opinions and whatnot. He found out that all of them were perfectly fine with homosexuality, even a couple of them were too. Including Bee herself. (Harry, though, didn’t speak at all. He sat back in his corner and listened, and Louis often found his eyes drifting back to the green-eyed boy) “Of course I do. What’re you on about?” He still sounded caring in that last question.