One Of Her Students.

Chapter Three

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Louis held on tightly onto the long slender torso that was right in front of him. His hips pressed forward against the other person’s hips. Before he knew it, he was pushed against a wall. His eyes watched the chest in front of him for a second then they trailed up to their face. Harry. His bright emerald green eyes stared into Louis’ eyes for a second before he pressed his lips onto Louis’ roughly. He could feel Harry’s tongue trace his lips softly. It left a tingly sensation that made his legs feel weak, but Harry’s strong arms held onto him.

Louis’ fingers tangled into Harry’s messy curls. He tugged on them softly as Harry bit his upper lip, causing a whimper to escape Louis’ mouth. He felt so out of breath but he didn’t want to pull away from this kiss at all. He could feel Harry’s hand tracing the skin underneath his jumper. The patch of skin that was now exposed made him get goosebumps. Harry’s long fingers moved on his skin so lightly and carefully— almost like Louis was the most fragile thing to exist. 

This whole moment felt so perfect. He felt so carefree and so happy. When the kiss ended, Louis and Harry just stared into each other’s eyes. They didn’t say anything because they didn’t really need to. They just sat staring, every now and then one of them would smile. - and it really was perfect.

BUZZ. 

Louis’ eyes shot open at the sound of Eleanor’s phone vibrating on the nightstand right next to him. The dreams flooded into his mind and he laid there for a second feeling like a complete pedophile at his thoughts on the younger boy.

BUZZ.

He glanced at the clock, 3:34 AM. He grabbed the vibrating phone, rubbing his tired eyes before answering it without even looking to see who it was. He was sure that Eleanor wouldn’t care that he was answering her phone.

"Hello?! He whispered impatiently. Why was someone calling so early?

”..Hello? Louis?” A quiet voice spoke on the other line, their voice cracking ever so slightly.

Louis pulled the phone away from his ear to glance to see who it was: Harry.

"Harry?! What’s wrong?" Louis said quietly, suddenly feeling nervous. He shot out of bed and walked out of the room quickly. He assumed something was wrong since it was the middle of the night. Unless he was trying to hook up with Eleanor or something. That didn’t pop into his mind though, Harry wasn’t like that from what he knew.

"Uhm.. C-could you come pick me up?" Harry said, his teeth were chattering. He didn’t even question why Louis had picked up Eleanor’s phone. He wasn’t really expecting Louis to answer though. Louis was already getting his shoes on and running out of the door before he even answered Harry’s question. As soon as he was outside, the crisp air hit him and he knew that Harry must have been freezing somewhere.

"I’m on my way. Where are you at, Harry?" Louis asked, running to his car.

"I’m n-not r-really s-sure where I am, to be honest.." Harry choked out, his eyes scanned his surroundings. "There’s a p-park…" 

"Stay there, I think I know where you are." Louis said, speeding. His mind was racing at what could’ve happened to Harry. He didn’t know why he was so worried, mostly because he would consider Harry a friend.

Louis continued driving with the phone pressed up against his ear. Every now and then he would say something to make sure that Harry was still there and that he was still okay. About 10 minutes passed and little water droplets began to fall on his windshield.When he arrived at the park, he immediately saw Harry. Harry saw him too and began to walk to the car slower than Louis would’ve expected him to. It was softly raining by now, Louis opened his door and jogged up to Harry to help him. Harry’s curls were covering his face as he stared at the ground, his hands were shaking from the chilly air around both of them. Louis felt like something wasn’t right with Harry.