Sub(stitute)

Class

Louis heard a muffled alarm going off. He sat up abruptly trying to find the source. His phone was still in his pants' pocket and on the floor with his shirt from the night before. He winced at the bright light coming from the window, something he wasn't used to.

Harry started stirring but Louis crawled back in bed with him to hush him back to sleep.

It was 6 am and they had to be at school by 7:30, giving him a bit of time to make Harry breakfast so he could sleep in a bit longer.

"I'll come get you when breakfast is ready, yeah?" Louis whispered, giving Harry a kiss on the cheek and running off to the kitchen.

"Mhm," Harry murmured into the pillow, smiling.

When Louis had the eggs and toast ready, he poured both of them a cuppa and carefully took it all upstairs.

"Love," he said slightly louder than a whisper, "wakey wakey."

Harry remained sleeping heavily, breathing in deep breaths.

"If you don't get up I'll eat your toast," Louis sat down next to him, taking a bite of his own toast.

Harry turns over slightly, hair disheveled, cheek imprinted with pillow case creases.

"I didn't know how you take your tea but I see you have yorkshire so I think I might have to wed you," Louis smiled.

"Splash of milk is all," Harry mumbles, placing a warm hand over Louis' bare knee just to touch him.

Louis looked down at him, soft smile shaping his lips.

"Can I take you out on a proper date this weekend?" He asks, sounding afraid that Harry might reject him.

Harry blushes and nods, trying to hide his face between Louis' thigh and his pillows.

Louis blushes just as much, combing his fingers through Harry's tangles just to touch him.

"Eat your food, it's getting cold."

Harry sits up slightly, wresting on his elbow. He grabs a piece of toast that Louis had bitten off and takes a bite in the same place.

Louis gapes at him, mock offense on his face.

Harry laughs, "what? You ate my ass last night, afraid of sharing food?"

Louis doesn't answer, instead, leans down, taking Harry in an open mouthed kiss, holding his neck to steady him.

He pulls back and Harry takes another bite of the toast, smirking at the man in his bed.

"Do you need me to feed you?" Louis teases, holding a fork full of eggs to Harry's lips.

Harry opens his mouth in an answer, letting Louis feed him gingerly. Louis finds him extremely endearing, bending down for another kiss, this time without tongue because his mouth is full.

When they're done being disgustingly cute, plates cleared, cups empty, they finally get up, pull some clothes on, and lay back down, seeing they still have some time before they need to leave.

"This shirts too big," Louis smiles at the button down Harry let him borrow. The shoulders are broader and sleeves are longer, drowning Louis in the soft fabric.

"But the pants fit just right," Harry smirks, looking at the skin tight trousers Louis' wearing. He had to cuff the legs because they were too long too.

Louis turns to look in the floor length mirror, checking out his own ass, nodding in approval.

"Not sure it's totally appropriate for a teacher, but I look hot," he laughs.