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Louis, being the generious man he is (he's really not), showed Harry around even though all the younger boy could do is nod with the occasional yeah's and the hums of approval . He probably didn't even understand what Louis was saying, he just watched the man with curious eyes.
"So," Louis pointed to the classroom door but didn't bother opening it, "This is where they'll teach you english?" He asked not sure and so he finally opened the door and poked his head in, "Hey teach!" He shouted and the old woman, also known as Mrs. Fisher, turned around her lips pursed in a line and he eyes in a glare toward Louis at the name.
Louis just chuckled, "So I have Harry here and I thought that this class would be worth showing him.." Louis explained openingthe door all the way and grabbed Harry's arm.
Harry jumpped beforeheand not paying attenion to the two Americans and Louis pulled Harry in right in front of himself. Harry smiled and waved at the teacher and her mood changed dramtically.
She grabbed his hand, "ah! Harry van harte welkom in Amerika! doe je het bevalt tot nu toe?" (ah! Harry welcome to America. Are you liking it so far?)
Louis pushes his lips into a pout wishing he learned duch so he could speak to the boy but them laughed at the thought of actually paying attention in class and decided to go with his original plan. So he crossed his arms, smirked, and leaned against the door all while watching the two.
Harry's smile widens and he nods, "Y-Yes!" he says proudly as its the first English word to come out of his mouth.
Louis claps once and Harry turns around and gives the older boy a thumbs up before turning and giving Mrs. Fisher a hard shake causing Louis to chuckle.
"Good job, Harry!" The old lady smiles and pats Harry on the back. Soon shooing the boys off expecting Harry to class the next day.
Louis happily ended the tour by going into the large library pulling a seat out for Harry and pointing to it. Harry got the message, nodded, and sat down stilling holding two large textbooks to his chest, covering up his baby blue v-neck t-shirt (by the way he was wearing green sports shorts and Louis made a mental note to take the boy shopping soon)
Louis smiled and took a seat across form Harry folding his hands onto the table, " So, Harry," Louis started and Harry snapped his head up at the sound of his name so Louis contined, "So how old are you?"
Harry nodded and smiled.
Louis smirked and leaned over the square table, setting his hands on the end gripping it and whispered in Harry's ear; "You know I want to bend you over this table and fuck you so slow that you wish you knew english, right?" He nipped the top of Harry's ear and he giggled and nodded not know what Louis just said.
"and you know It'll come true soon enough, right?" Louis asked again his hot breath swurrling around in Harry's ear making him shiver ducking his head in between his shoulders to wipe Louis' breath on his shirt and Louis chuckled.
"and you'll love it babe." Louis said as he was moving to sit back down in his chair no longer whispering causing some other people to furrow their eyebrows and look over at the two. Harry just blushed lightly and waved his hand at them awkwardly.
The day finally ends with the final bell and Louis stands up along with everyone else and Harry.
Louis walks over to Harry, "Hey Harry." He starts as Harry tilts his head to the side. Louis remembers that Harry can't understand and grabs the nearest boy walking past.
The boy shrieks as I grab his bicep. He throws his hands shielding his face, "Please don't hurt me, Louis!" He cries, "I'm sorry!"
Harry furrows his eyebrows at the scene, "L-Louis?" His accent thick in his tone, "N-no." He said his eyes trained on where Louis was holding the boy.
Louis sighs, "I'm not going to hurt him!"
Louis was a, "huge jock." Well, that's what they called him, they meaning the school. In all reality he wasn't afraid to punch if he needed to and that scared people.
"I just need you to translate for me." Louis growled and the boy nodded frantically, "Good, ask him to come over to learn some English." Louis demanded letting go of the boy and pushing him toward Harry.
"uh.. Louis wil dat je om langs te komen om wat Engels te leren?" He asked and Harry smiled, looked up at me and nodded.
Louis smirked and hooked their arms together walking them out to his car, "oh this is gonna be good." Louis murmured and Harry smiled and nodded.
[a.n I had to rewrite most of this cos my power went out and I broke my fucking laptop ugh.
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talk dirty to me || larry au
Fanfictionharry is a boy not from around here and not knowing anything in the english language. louis is a man teaching harry just the right vocabulary to satisfy himself [kinda underage]