Feel {Larry Stylinson/AU}

6. Sweet Dreams

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"Zayn?" Louis asked, confusion lacing his voice. Harry watched from his hiding place under Louis' desk, as the tanned man blocked the doorway.

"Have you seen Mr Styles? He ran out of my detention." Mr Malik seethed, peeking around Louis.

"No. It's nearly half 4 anyway. Just go home, he is in my first lesson tomorrow I will sort it then. Goodbye, Zayn." With that he shut the door and returned to the desk his student was hiding under and sat down marking some work until he was sure his ex was gone.

Harry made his best effort to allow Louis' legs to slot under and after a few minutes Louis leant down and beckoned him out. Sheepishly, Harry crawled out and sat on the floor looking up at him. Blow job angle. What no. Harry hushed his mind, he's your teacher plus he wouldn't risk his career for a stripper, mentally ill student. Louis pinched the bridge of his nose before lowering himself onto the floor. He stared at the curly haired boy for a moment before erupting into a heart fluttering laugh. Harry's stomach flipped as every tensed muscle in his body relaxed and he just watched Louis chuckling away to himself. Slowly, Louis calmed down only to be set off again as he looked back at Harry.

"Louis, he tried to get me to do something. Something sexual." Harry blurted, suddenly and Louis' face fell instantly.

"He what?"

"He tried to get me to give him a blow job so I could get out of detention and get a higher grade."

"I'll kill that fucking bastard." He raged, launching to his feet. Harry couldn't help but explode into tears. "No, Harry. Don't cry, shhh, sweetheart."

Louis sunk back down beside his traumatised student and pulled him, gently, into his arms. Louis could rip every limb from Zayn's body individually later. Now all that mattered was damage control. Making sure no old mental wounds had been reopened. Harry sobbed gently into Louis' shirt, half out of shame because he knew he deserved to be forced to please his English teacher in that way just for allowing himself to be a stripper and half because if his mother found out she would pull him out of the school which meant no more Louis.

"Louis?" Harry, sniffled. "Please don't tell my mum. She would go ape crazy."

"I can't return you in a broken, sobbing state and not offer a valid explanation? Plus Zayn- Mr Malik should never have done that." Louis whispered into Harry's hair as though his voice might shatter the boy in his arms.

"Don't return me then. Not yet. Just please, I can't cause her worry anymore. She's been through enough."

Louis hugged Harry tighter. Even after all this boy had been through, Harry still put those around him first. The list of rules that would be broken flew through Louis' mind but the sound of the gorgeous boy's sniffles over powered it all.

"Okay. C'mon then. If my roommate is home then we'll tell him you're just having an extra tutor session."

Harry climbed to his feet, wearing a grateful smile and followed Louis through the corridors. Louis kept a protective eye out for Zayn as they crossed the car park to his car. A deep blush fell across Harry's cheeks, as Louis swung the car door open for him before jogging round to the driver's side.

The car ride was silent aside from the gentle hum of the radio. Neither of them minded though, it was comfortable. Louis stayed quiet to allow Harry some head space and Harry stayed quiet to prevent himself from saying something stupid. The car pulled to a stop at a red light and Louis turned to check on the younger lad beside him when he noticed a small red mark on Harry's neck. Louis chewed the question on his lips carefully before finally voicing it.

"Did he touch you?" He eyed his student carefully. "Suggesting it is one thing but if he- if he tried to force it then that is far more serious."

Harry was taken aback by the sudden breach of silence but did his best to answer quickly.

"He, um, he tried to give me love bite." Harry mumbled, watching Louis' grip on the steering wheel turn white.

For some reason, Harry placed his hand on Louis' arm and sent him a gentle smile that stilled Louis' mind and allowed him to concentrate only on the pin pricks of heat radiating from beneath his students hand. This was going to be a long night for both of them.

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Louis swirled the tea; his mind was as unsettled as the whirlpool of liquid. Anger boiled in his stomach whilst empathy fluttered in his heart. All he wanted was to turn back the clicks and be there to stop Zayn even suggesting it. He turned fondly to the lanky giraffe that was cuddled under a blanket on his sofa and handed him some tea. Harry accepted, quietly, trying his best not to spill it over himself. He bit his lip nervously as Louis plopped down into the single arm chair beside the sofa.

"I know that you, um, I would really-" Harry tested each sentence before discarding it was a furrowed brow. "I need a hug."

Louis smirked, before all too eagerly slipping under the blankets and letting Harry's head rest upon his chest. One hand rubbed the younger boy's arm whilst the other played with the twisted stands of Harry's hair. In that moment they weren't student and teacher - they were bliss. Harry eventually had shimmied them so that he was lying completely on top of Louis; tracing the older boy's jaw line curiously with his finger as Louis whispered sweet compliments into his hair. The TV lit the, now dark, room and every now and then Louis would laugh gently, causing Harry to grin. Not often did things in Harry's life go right but this, this was perfection but as the clock neared 10:00pm Harry new the perfection would end soon. A slam of the front door broke Harry from his thoughts and a hooded figure stood in the living room doorway.

"Jesus, you scared me!" Louis laughed, clutching his chest. "Y'alright mate?"

The figure gazed from Louis to Harry and tensed up visibly. He squinted his eyes in a desperate attempt to see the figure's face but Harry's efforts failed as the stranger spun on his heel and slid into a room down the hall. Louis shook his head at his room mate and tightened his grip on Harry, who was giving him a confused frown. He glanced at the clock and Louis knew Harry was trying to avoid the regimented tick of the clock, Louis was as well.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart. You're safe here." Louis cooed in a hot whisper against Harry's ear.

Harry held back the purr of pleasure building in his throat at his teacher's actions and snuggled closely to Louis chest. Like a ballerina in black, sleep danced into his body, attacking from his feet to his head. Louis smirked slightly at how quickly Harry allowed sleep to take him.

"Sweet dreams, Harry. Sweet dreams." Louis mumbled, softly, fondness filling his words.

Footsteps came down the hall and stopped beside the couch. A shaking hand brushed through Harry's curls and Louis watched with a tightened jaw and protective glare. His room mate was unpredictable at best and Louis would have no harm come to the sleeping boy. When he looked at the man, soft eyes had replaced the hard glare and a small smile had covered the thin line of a frown that were present when he had first entered.

"My Harry..." He smiled, tears forming in his eyes. Louis sent him a questioning glance but the man just repeated. "You found my Harry..."

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