My Teacher Is A Baby Boy//Larry//

💙Innocent little me💙

It was Friday night and Liam was taking me to one of his friend's houses for a party. I didn't want to go but the man gave me his signature puppy eyes and I couldn't say no.

We both got dressed at my place then took his car to get there. The ride was silent for most of it but we were used to that.

Once we arrived, there were already lots of people out in the garden and on the inside; it was only seven pm. The smell of alcohol was strong, and it tingled my nostrils. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Liam grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the house.

As I was being pulled through the crowd, I caught a few glances of girls and guys staring at me hungrily. I wasn't used to the kind of attention, so I clung onto Liam's shirt.

The inside of the house was worse. People kept trying to touch me and pull me away from Liam, but I kept a firm grip on him.

"Hey, boobear, " Harry teased, leaning on the door frame. I gave him a glare before looking away at my feet, "Awe, don't be like that, " he cooed, walking over to me and Liam. I moved away from him, walking over to a table full of random drinks. I took a cup without thinking and downed it. Sighing at the stinging sensation it left in the back of my throat. That was vodka.

"What's up with him? He wasn't this shy when I first met him, " Harry said. I tensed when I met his gaze. I don't know, but something about him made me feel uneasy.

"Wait, what?" Liam gasped, "You've met?" He gasped, a worried look etched its way onto his face, "You didn't tell me that, " He shouldn't be this worried about me. I can handle myself. I didn't answer him, I only downed another cup of vodka.

"No, I didn't, " I said, " I didn't think it would matter," I added, looking to Harry with a scowl. Oh, guess what, I had another cup of vodka. If I'm at a party then I might as well have some fun, and I can only have fun when I'm off my rocker.

"You might want to slow down with the drinks, " Harry warned, walking over and taking my half-empty cup. I gave him a scowl before snatching the cup back off him and finishing it.

"Dude, Harry's right. We both know you're a lightweight when it came to vodka, " I ignored Liam, keeping my stare on Harry. I pushed the now empty cup into his hand, giving him a fake smile before walking out of the door and into the real party.

As soon as the loud music hit my ears, I started to feel very tipsy. Okay, tipsy was an understatement. I was utterly hammered. That was probably the vodka finally kicking in. I walked past the crowd, smirking when anyone tried to touch me and made my way to the dance floor. I scoped the floor for a minute until my eyes landed on a familiar mop blonde hair. I blinked my eyes a few times before walking over, the vodka already fully taking over my mind.

I grabbed the guy by the shoulder with my sweater paw and turned him around, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.

"If you don't stop staring, I'll assume you're interested in me, " I laughed, looking at Luke with flirtatious eyes. He shook his head and grinned, pushing his body against my more feminine one. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

"So what if I'm interested in you?" He smirked, "What's a sweet-looking boy like you doing here?" he asked hotly, biting his lip.

I giggled, "Maybe for the same reason as you; to enjoy myself, get drunk, maybe get laid, "

He smiled, licking his bottom lip, "Can I have a dance, beautiful? " I nodded. I moved his body to the beat of the music, turning around and moving my arse in circles against Luke's crotch, he released a soft moan as we pressed against each other.

I rested my head against Luke's shoulder, his hand trailing up my body. I bit my lip when I felt his hand close to my crotch. I turned my head to the side when he started to trail kisses along my neck.

Suddenly, someone grabbed me by his hips, causing me to jump in shock before relaxing when I saw his face. He looked very familiar, but my drunk mind didn't care. I just wanted someone to dance with.

I leaned back lazily as I felt a muscular chest on my back. Heavy breathing fanned over my ear as a pair of lips ghosted over my neck. I moaned lowly when the lips kissed at my sweet spot before pulling away, keeping a firm grip on my waist as we ground out bodies together. Moans eliciting from both of us.

Out of curiosity, I turned around in the person's arms, bubbling up in giggles when I saw Harry's face, "You look hot, " I blurted out, running a hand through his oh-so-perfect hair and tugging softly, smirking at the moan that escaped his beautifully plump lips. I tugged once more before he grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from his hair and bringing it to his lips where he left a soft kiss on my knuckles.

"I'm...the princess and you're...the...the prince, " I slurred, twirling around in his arms before facing him again, " I'm a pretty princess and you're the sexy prince, " I laughed, throwing my head back like it was the funniest thing ever. I went to step closer to him but tripped over my own feet, gasping before busting out in laughter.

I heard him chuckle, "You're so bubbly when tipsy," He laughed, stopping to moan when I nipped at his neck, I guess I got his sweet spot, "And a real tease, " He said huskily, causing me to whine. He leaned down to my ear, whispering, "Mm, make that sound again, " He said, kissing the side of my neck before biting down, creating the sound that he wanted. My head started to throb painfully, but I could care less. I'm having fun, that's what parties are about, right?

I leaned up to kiss him but he moved his head teasingly. I pouted, gripping at his denim jacket. I am very horny all of a sudden. It's probably that parties normally reak of sexual tension, "Harry, " I drawled on in a whiney voice.

"What, baby?" He questioned, swaying our bodies to the slow music of Earned It. I swear people love The Weekend at this party, "Are you okay?" He asked, caressing my cheek. I instantly relaxed into his touch. I placed my cheek on his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist, still rocking slowly to the music.

Harry lifted my face using his pointer finger. As I gazed into his icy blue eyes I started to feel sick. Not because of him, but because of the acholol. My face contorted into a grimace when I felt a stinging in the back of my throat. Harry seemed to notice, " Hey, what's wrong? You don't look too good..."

"I don't feel too good, " I said, pulling back from him, clutching my stomach and throbbing head. He held his hand out to try and stable me, but I hit it away, "W-Where's Liam?" I asked worriedly, "I need him, he needs to take me home," I started to cry. I don't know why I started to cry, but I did. Maybe it was because the stinging in my throat wouldn't go away, or the fact that I drank too much at once.

I was about to collapse to the ground, but Harry quickly caught me. He picked me up and placed me on his hip, carrying me like a baby.

He manoeuvred his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies and made his way over to Liam who was sucking the face of some dude, " Liam, Louis needs to get home, he's not looking too good, " Harry said over the loud music.

Liam only hummed, kissing the guy for a few more seconds before pulling away, "I'll call an Uber, you take him home, he knows the address so just ask him, " he gave us a tight smile before pulling out his phone, quickly calling an uber then going back to kissing the guy.

Once the Uber was here, we got into the car, I gave Harry the directions then rested my head on his shoulder, falling asleep almost instantly.