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Chips

"Thanks," Louis smiled at the old lady running the fish and chips shop on the corner when she handed them their food.

"Back to class or here?" Harry wonders where they should eat.

"Here? Need a change of scenery," Louis sits down on one of the stools lined up against the bar by the window. It looks out onto a colorless street with buildings only as tall as five stories. The sun hides behind a blanket of clouds, making the whole area softly lit.

Harry takes a seat on the stool next to him, taking a bite of his chip. He catches Louis smiling with pinched lips.

"What?" He furrows his brows, confused.

"Nothing, nothing," Louis shakes his head, dismissing his thought with a smile at his food.

"What?" Harry asks again, more of a whine.

"Just–you're cute," Louis says shyly, getting flustered.

"How?" He hadn't done anything out of the ordinary that he could describe as cute.

"You stick your tongue out to eat."

"Do I?" he questions, rethinking his whole life and every time he's eaten.

"Mhm," Louis nods, mouth full.

They fall into easy conversation, blushing and smiling when one of them says something flirty.

"What time is it?" Harry wonders, he felt like they had been talking for hours with the amount of things he learned about Louis. It had only been twenty minutes.

"Almost time to head back. Wanna sit in on my last classes?"

"Love to," Harry smiles sweetly.

When they get back to the school, Louis courteously holds the door open for the taller man, giving him a charming wink.

Louis closes the door behind him but keeps it unlocked for the students to let themselves in at the bell.

"Looks like we have some time to kill," Harry says suggestively, slowly walking up to Louis' desk.

"This morning wasn't enough?" Louis teases, smiling.

"Oh, it was more than enough," he says back, walking in between Louis' legs as Louis leaned against his desk.

Louis' eyes droop, falling to Harry's plump and parted lips as he watches him talk.

"We could always wait until after–" Harry's cut off by Louis' lips on his. His hands are tangled in Harry's curls and his mouth is eager for affection.

Their wet lips clash, making loud sloppy noises mixed with heavy panting.

"Wish you wore a tie so I could choke you with it," Louis whispers against his lips, hands sliding down to his chest.

"They're great for blindfolds, bondage, or looking like an old man," Harry smiles against his lips, biting his bottom lip and pulling on it.

"So why don't you wear one, Princess?" Louis asks, trailing his fingers down Harry's back, pulling him closer.

"We can try it, tonight?" Harry offers, pulling away from their kiss to look him in the eyes.

"Go sit down before I lock the door again," Louis responds, a darkness in his gaze.

Harry obeys, taking a seat in the back away from the rows of desks. As if on cue, students file in, Louis is scribbling something on the board and pretending like nothing just happened.

After 50 long minutes of lecture, Harry shifts in his seat, getting impatient. He loves watching Louis teach. How passionate he gets, how funny he is. He just wants to be the teacher's pet and get rewarded for good grades.