Thin Lips (A Larry Stylinson Teacher/Student Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Sorry for the long wait! My laptop flipped, and my charger is broken so I can't write nor read as much, but every little idea I have I write it down so I have the story all planned out already! I'll try to update more often now that I've got my laptop back, I only need a new charger!

Enjoy :))

Louis’ POV

Another week that passes by in a rush.

Harry and I are still kind of seeing each other, per say, and I learnt that Payn and Malik know. Harry reassured me they’d keep their mouths shut, and I half joking, half serious threatened with making them fail the subject. They always stare at us when we interact in class, and Zayn already threatened to kill me in my sleep if I do something to Harry.

As for Harry, he still is a ball of sunshine, sneaking out f classes to see me at the teacher’s lounge or the parking lot. I already told him how careful he must be, and that he shouldn’t be missing classes in order to see me. His answer to that was to pull me into one of the bathroom’s stalls and have a little make out session before the break bell rang.

It’s Saturday, and I’d love to spend a free day with the curly boy, but it’s his mother’s birthday so he had to reject my invitation to the movies. I end up wasting my Saturday away drinking tea on my sofa, curled up in a blanket and pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose every once in a while.

“I’m going out, Lou!” I hear Niall’s voice echo through the flat.

“are seriously going to party three weeks in a row?” I frown, because sometimes I worry about this kid.

Who is not a kid, but behaves like one.

“nah, study date with Josh” he states nonchalantly and I wiggle my brows. “Not that kind of date, and you know it”

“I don’t know anything” I shrug, taking another sip of my steamy tea before I hear the door closing behind him.

Niall might be as straight as a pole, but Josh…?

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It’s four o’clock when I hear my phone ringing nonstop on my bedside table. I finally pick it up without even taking a look at the contact, too tired to care.

“hello…?” I ask groggily.

“Loueh?” a whiney voice comes from the other side.

“Eleanor? What do you want, it’s fucking four am” I groan, letting my face bury in my pillow.

“I’m at your doorstep, open up Loubear” she states, her voice sounding exhausted.

“what are you even- ugh, going” I sigh, ending the call and taking a breath before I get up.

I make my way through the dark corridors and to the door, only in my sweats, to receive a pretty drunk Eleanor.

“Lou you came!” she cheers, throwing her arms in the air as if to hug me.

“what the fuck are you doing here?!” I try to knock some sense into her by shaking her shoulders.

“stahp, it hurts…” she mumbles, brining a hand to her forehead. “Can’t go to mine, Liz would kill me” she whines again, this time falling into my arms.

“of course she would, why are you passing out at four am, what did you drink- oh my God, Eleanor Calder did you smoke pot?”

“it was Nick, I didn’t know…” she drawls, her eyelids falling shut.