I Hate My Stepbrother (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9- Punishment

After an uncomfortable gym of Harry eyeing me in my short shorts while playing volleyball.

I can remember his eyes menacing and lustful every time I went up for a hook shot and came down with a jiggle of the bum that made the boys around me woof whistle.

Which, I'm sure, only made the look in Harry's eyes angrier and more protective over what's his.

I had Speech class after that hour, with a teacher named Mr. Sanderson. We were juniors, yes, but his class definetly brought me back to my kindergarden class back in Doncaster.

The class room stood out with the colors all over the walls, "Student of the Week" posters everywhere. With no actual names on them yet, of course. And the sign that read "Welcome to Sandersonia" across the wall making me snicker, this guy's a prick.

There was a big poster of Spongebob Squarepants in the back of the classroom wearing goofy looking glasses and a graduation hat that made me smile.

On the window bench of the classroom lied a big fish tank with a bunch of different colorful fish, making me walk, well kind of power walk to the fish tank to look.

There were a bunch of different fish but the one that stood out was the big black sucker fish on the side of the tank.

I poked at the tank a bit and watched in amazement as it moved to swim looking like a mini black shark as the top fin flew up and he zoomed across the tank to another side.

"His name is Bruce." a voice said making me jump in suprise. I turned around to see a kind of short man with a suit on, and glasses. Dressed waaaay to formal im contrast to his room.

"Oooh," I said in realisation. "Mr. Sanderson?"

"In the flesh," He said going to his desk. "And you?"

"Louis Tomlinson." I said clearing my throat.

"Well, Louis, welcome to Sandersonia!" He said in a amusement park speaker's voice making me burst out in laughter immediately.

"Take a seat any where, you're here pretty early. Passing period are ten minutes long." The bell rang. "Well, five minutes left."

I nodded sitting in the far middle of the class, close to the back. I watch as people pilled into the classroom, until a familiar face caught my eye. I watched as they moved there way to sit down next to me.

I looked over at the bearded chin and the chisled jaw, the black hair sticking up into a perfect quiff.

"Zayn."  He smiled letting out a hand for me.

"Loui-"

"Louis." He said with me taking my hand and smirking. "Oh yeah, I know you. Every one's talking about the sexy brunette with the big bum. I'm just glad I get to see it in person." He licked his lips eyeing me, making me pale. Woah woah woah.

"Who- what? Who's talking about me?" I stammered whilst Zayn just looked at me with a beamused look. Mr. Sanderson cut our conversation short by talking to the class.

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The day zoomed past after that. I sat with Harry and his Football friends at lunch, most of them just goggled at me making jokes and snickering until Harry shot them glares that made them quiet.

Everything was perfectly fine until I felt Harry's hands going to my pants making me panic and flush bright red. Please don't let this be punishment. Please, don't let this be punishment.

"Harry. Don't."  I whimpered/whispered in his ear. He placed his hands into his lap giving me a look that told me that he could if he wanted too but, he was sparing me.

I gave him a relieved look back that made his go soft, before he patted my leg and went back to eating.

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"Take a shower, and after your clean lay down and bed. Don't say a word until I tell you too, understand?"

I nodded in understanding with a sad look and a bad feeling in my gut. Harry must've been really mad if he's telling me not to do my favorite thing in the world. Talking.

I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower not wanting to procrastinate, knowing that, that would make him angrier and besides, I truely wanted to get this over with so I could feel the warmth of him again while we cuddled.

I dried myself and didn't bother putting on clothes because, seriously. I stepped into the room and breathed out a sigh knowing he wasn't in there yet. But as instructed, I layed down, on my stomach, in his bed and waited.

I started nervously shaking as I heard the creaking of the steps getting louder. I felt the bed dip down and a hand drift over my spine making me shiver. I hadn't noticed I was crying until Harry sweetly shushed me.

I was pulled over his lap, bum sat right above his waist. "You may speak, but only apologies." He said before smacking me hard by suprise makimg me groan feeling the heat on my bum. "Im sorry." I wailed out.

Another smack. "I'm sorry." I choked on the last word.