Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

S i x t y - e i g h t

Faux Love Equals Higher Success Rates

Harry stumbles out of the shower room wide eyed and breathless. He's feeling mixed emotions. He's angry, embarrassed, and jealous. He has no clue to why he's angry and jealous—he blames the hormones, not his actual self. Still and all, what he's feeling is highly reasonable—okay?

He's angry. Maybe because they're potentially breaking the rules. I mean—having a full blown blow job session in the one and only football- players-only(no cheerleaders allowed) shower room of Hungrill University?

Scandalous.

That's obviously forbidden in the student handbook. Isn't that like—totally not allowed? Harry thinks as he cards his hand through his locks.

It may be known for one of the perfect places to be doing the dirty, but still—Harry refuses to allow any inappropriate behaviour from ever happening EVER—especially in a prestigious university like this.

He's jealous—that, he has no clue of. He'd rather not think about it, actually.

He thinks he's gone all out crazy.

Niall runs up to him, panting. "What now?" He asks as he sees the state of the boy. "Just saw people in there doing—things." Harry answers quickly and gulps, walking ahead of him. Niall's quick to follow him and try to catch up.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I just saw something nasty. That's it." Harry stops walking and faces his best friend. "And it's totally not allowed." Harry tosses his hair to the side.

Niall looks at him, unconvinced. "Harry, are you 6? Come on!"

"I just don't want to go into detail. Is that wrong?"

"Just tell me—"

"They could totally be put into probation for that. I mean—it's the first day of uni and some janky shi—stuff like that happens? I think the dean would not be pleased to hear about—"

"This is the most I've seen you lie in a single day."

Harry sighs in defeat, "what I said is true. 'M just leaving out some parts." He continues to walk briskly to exit the football field, Niall following behind him.

"Then what's the rest?" Niall insists on asking, walking faster to be ahead of the him. Niall stops Harry from trying to escape his questions, putting his hands on the boy's face, making Harry sputter everywhere. "Hands off!" Harry grimaces.

"Now, would you tell me why you randomly went into THE shower room?" Niall says, his hands on his hips. Harry huffs, "doesn't matter anyway—all I did was become a decent student for—"

"Harry, everyone fucks everywhere here in uni. I think you're clearly aware of that." This is true.

"I know, but—"

"There's clearly something more to this. You aren't the type to just barge in on someone doing the dirty. You don't even like messing with other people's business because you think that's impolite—"

"FINE!" Harry gives up.

"Louis walked in there with a cheerleader." Harry closes his eyes, embarrassed. "That's all I can say." Harry lies, Niall shakes his head.

"That's it?" Niall scowls at the younger boy.

Harry just stares at him, giving his 'do-you-seriously-want-to-know-everything' stare. Niall gives him a blank expression, sighing.

"Whatever—"

He takes a deep breath, "okayhewasgettinghead." Harry says in an instant.

"I was just simply doing the school a favour. Inappropriate behaviour is prohibited—"