Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

Chapter 22 - Tutor

A/n: First of all: thank you all so much for the comments on my newest chapter. You guys are so lovely. Oh and the 2.2K votes... I love you.

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Also, I felt like making a picture of Harry's outfit in this chapter, so I hope you like it.

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Surprisingly, Monday arrives in the blink of an eye, given the fact that he spent his entire Sunday locked in his room with books and paper sheets all over his bed.

As he very dramatically crawls out of bed to shut the annoyingly impatient alarm that kept reminding him he'd woken up at six A.M, he makes a note in his head that he needed to find a tutor until the end of the week, otherwise he'd fail at Maths - and that was out of chance.

There was a message from Louis on his phone, which makes him 100% awake as curiosity tingles on his skin.

From: Louis

Good morning, baby. Hope you slept well.

06:04 A.M

A smile takes over his lips as he stares at the screen of his phone, sitting at the edge of his bed. That message had just made a miracle happen, because to that day no one had ever found him smiling on a Monday at six in the morning.

To: Louis

Good morning.

I slept like a rock after studying my ass off yesterday. What about you?

06:05 A.M

As he waits for Louis' reply, he begins getting ready. He walks over to his wardrobe and lazily picks his outfit. A pair of textured jeans, a thin, cotton baby blue long-sleeve and matching high-tops converse would have to work.

His phone buzzes on his bed when he's trying to squeeze into his jeans. They were a size smaller than what he wore now, but still managed to fit him, so why throw them away? He tumbles over his feet to try and grab his phone.

From: Louis

I'm pleased to hear you've been working hard on school. But I don't want you exhausting your beautiful bum like that. That's my duty.

I slept really nice. Would've slept better if you were here.

06:08 A.M

Harry feels himself blush at the compliment.

I wish I could've spent the night with you, too.

To: Louis

I think you're wrong. If I was there you probably wouldn't have slept more than four hours ;)

P.S: At least studying doesn't make my bum sting.

06:09 A.M

His reply arrives in the second he buttons his jeans.

From: Louis

Neither would have you ;)

P.S: It doesn't make you come either.

06:10 A.M

He bites his lips, the smile still on his face from recalling his memorable Friday night when they slept together in Louis' bed. And he could imagine him now, sitting on his kitchen stool with his suit on as he drank a cup of coffee - or tried to, at least.