Illicit || l.s.

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I wonder if she knows her bra is visible through her shirt. Louis wondered as he doodled on his paper. Since it was the first day of school, all the teachers were doing was telling the students about the class expectations and rules and shit like that. Nothing important at all. No one in the class was listening to anything she was saying except for a few students here and there. But most male students were focusing on her blue bra instead of her actual words.

Louis' attention was caught by the door opening, squeaking in the process. He groaned when he saw who it was, coming in 12 minutes late. It was the same tattooed boy his father had warned him to stay away from.

"Oh, how nice of you to join us." Sarcasm was practically dripping from her voice. "You must be Harry Styles. Did you get lost or something?" She asked rudely, though you could see the intimidation in her eyes. He shook his head.

"Nope."

"Okay, well did you know you're over 10 minutes late?"

"Sorry, got caught up at the main office. Where do I sit?" He asked nonchalauntly.

"Sit in front of Eleanor, 2nd row, 6th seat." Harry nodded as he walked over to his seat but was stopped by the teacher, "And if you're ever late again, you won't be allowed in." He smirked.

"Is that supposed to be a punishment?"

"Do you want to go to the principal's office?" She threatened but Harry didn't seem fazed at all. He simply shrugged.

"I was just there a second ago, 'm sure my seats still warm." He faked a smile at her which she glared at.

"Just take your seat, Styles."

Louis' eyes widened; of course, he was seated a cross from him! He groaned in annoyance once Harry took his seat, causing Harry to give him a snarky "what the fuck?" look. Oops. Honestly, he was trying to avoid him just due to the fact he looked like trouble. It wasn't even purely based on his dad warning him to stay away from the boy. A soft poke on the shoulder made him jump, but he was relieved to see Eleanor with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Are you serious? That was so rude and uncalled for. You don't even know him!" She whisper-yelled.

"And you do? He seemed pretty arrogant up there."

"The teacher was being pretty hostile towards him, I don't blame him." She stated crossing her arms.

"Well, she's a teacher and should be respected. I don't like him or his rudeness." They both jumped after hearing a soft chuckle come from his direction. He turned around to face Louis, a smug smile painted on his features.

"You do know I can hear you, right sweetheart?" Louis turned bright red at the fact they got caught but he ignored it and crossed his arms.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me sweetheart, thanks." He said coldly, desperately trying to put up a cold front. That just seemed to amuse Harry more.

"And I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk behind my back, sweetheart." Louis was furious. Not only was he flirting with him, but he was feminizing him.

"Listen, I don't know why your kind of people think it's okay to flirt with whoever you want and force your lifestyle onto others, but I won't stand for it. Quit it." He meant that to come out strong and confident but was disappointed when it came out shy and weak. Eleanor gave him an are you kidding me look but he shrugged it off.

"My kind of people? You mean gays? Are we some sort of different species now? And secondly, I wasn't flirting, darling. Trust me, you'd know if I was flirting. You are quite pretty but not my type, sorry to disappoint, love." He rolled his eyes with a smirk, flashing a dimple.