Larry Stylinson One Shots

They Don't Know About Us

Louis sat concentrated at his seat in Mr. Styles' art class. Even though Louis was only junior, he was in the advanced art class meant for seniors. Due to this, he was quiet and didn't talk to anyone, on one hand he was incredibly shy, and on the other, he was kinda nerdy, no one wanted to talk to him. "How is your painting coming along Louis?" Louis almost messed up his strokes of blue in his sky. "It's whatever I guess, not my best work. I might start over." Louis sighed, he was never satisfied with his art work. "Well, I think is it very unique, may I ask what inspired you?" Mr. Styles sounded so mature and confident when he spoke. "Um..... my relationship with my mother. The dying flowers represent me, and the storm represents my mother. I guess it sounds a lot darker when I say it outside." Louis blushed, now even the teacher thought he was weird. His mother never really supported his "lifestyle" as she put it. Before his teacher could respond the bell rang, signaling 5th period was over. Louis ran to the sink to clean off his brushes, he cannot be late for last period again, world history was his worst grade, mostly due to the amount of tardys he got.

After school

Louis was fast walking to his locker, wanting to leave school as soon as possible. This was his favorite time of day, he couldn't wait to get home and lock himself in his room to paint and write. He walked out of the school and down the sidewalk, walking home was another great part about his day, looking around at nature and being in the nice weather. "Hi Louis!" His quiet walk home was interrupted by, oh.... Mr. Styles. Louis immediately blushed. He could barely hold his emotions in while being in a class with him and a roomful of other students, but being alone, that's a whole other situation. "Um hi Mr. Styles," Louis stuttered back, he got so nervous around the older man, well I guess not that much older, he was only 24. But who could blame the student? Mr. Styles has the deepest green eyes, and his face looked like it was sculped by Greek gods themselves. He was well over 6 foot and was very lean. Louis, to save himself from any embarrassment, continued to walk home without speaking or listening to another word from his art teacher.

Saturday

Louis sat at his favorite coffee shop on the other side of town from the school, honestly the farther he was from the school, the more comfortable he felt, no students or boring classes, he could just sit and write or sketch in his journal. He was currently writing a poem, about a high school boy and his forbidden love for a teacher, just something random he thought of. "Hi Louis, fancy seeing you here." He looked up to see those dark green eyes looking at him, they seemed heavenly with the sunshine from outside giving a new sense of life to them. Mr. Styles sat down across from him and he subconsciously pulled his journal into his chest so his teacher would not see it. Mr. Styles gave him a warm smile. Louis needed to speak, "Hi Mr. Style-" "Please call me Harry, we are outside of school." "Oh okay, um hi Harry, out for some coffee?" God that was such a stupid thing to say, of course he was getting coffee, he was in a damn coffee shop. "Um, excuse me I'm going to go use the restroom." Louis needed to pull himself together before he continued anymore conversation. He looked at himself in the mirror, splashed some water on his face, then looked back at himself. Deep breaths Louis, get yourself together. Then the biggest wave of panic hit him, he left his journal on the table!

Walking back to the table was like the walk of shame for Louis, he came back to the table to Mr. Styles reading his journal. His art teacher was always interest in all aspects and ways his students chose to express themselves. As Louis slowly sat down, he played with his fingers, not gaining even the slightest bit of courage to look up at the man. "Louis, would you like to go for a walk?" Louis sat their confused at his teacher's words, he responded by nodding and grabbing the book from his hands, their fingers grazed each other's and Louis shuddered. It was a simple touch but was very intimate for the younger boy.

The two walked down the path of a little park across from the coffee shop. Louis not daring to speak, who knows what embarrassing thing would come out of his mouth, or better yet how stuttery or weak he would sound. So he simply walked next to his teacher, one hand holding his book while the other swayed comfortable by his side. How long were they going to walk around in silence? Was this Mr. Styles' plan? To torture Louis with silence and the unknown? He noticed Mr. Styles' sat down on a bench, and motioned him to do the same. He sat a respectful distance away, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. "Listen Louis, I read your journal, it wasn't my place so I apologize, but I really want to discuss what I read in there. You see, I've known you had a little crush on me for awhile, and I have been trying to hint that I liked you back, I guess I'm not very good at it however. I know there is a decent age difference, but if you feel comfortable enough, I would like to see where this goes."

The younger boy felt like he couldn't breath, time was passing so slowly, so slowly he felt that everything around him stopped. The bees flying from flower to flower, the chirping of the birds, the laughter of the children, they all stopped. All he could focus on was a pair of deep green eyes. "Maybe we could go someplace more private to talk about this?" Louis didn't even think before he spoke. The older man nodded and lead the way to who knows where.

They arrived at a small studio apartment, the living room and kitchen were connected, then there was a single hallway that lead to a small bathroom and bedroom that could only hold a bed and a dresser. "Make yourself at home, I'll get up some water." Mr. Styles disappears into the kitchen, Louis sits on the couch and wipes his sweaty palms on his pants, his mouth has never been more dry. He feels the pressure of someone sitting next to him, Louis look up, look up, stop fidgeting, you are sitting next to the hottest man in the school, that invited you into his house! Louis didn't know it, but Harry was looking down at the boy with admiration, full on heart eyes. Damn it Louis, grow a pair and look up, look up, LOOK UP. And he did more than just look up, he titled his chin up and smashed his lips into Harry's.

Harry was taken back by the younger boy's actions, just as Louis was surprised by his own actions. Louis had never felt anything like this before, Harry tasted like mint and something else he couldn't describe, his lips were so soft. Louis didn't really know what to do from their, Harry must've took notice because he took Louis' smooth face into his hands to steady him. Harry was good at this, way too good at this, Louis was willing to do anything, anything. He gripped onto Harry's shirt for support incase he fell over from all the passion he was giving and receiving. He wanted more, needed more. But before he could take more, Harry pulled away, resting their foreheads against each other, both had ragged breathing. "Sorry" Louis muttered, "Don't be" Harry smiled, such a soft smile that made Louis melt.

Their relationship had to be a secret, no one could know, the 8 year age gap was a huge red-flag, that along with Louis with Harry's student. They hung out at Harry's apartment almost every day after school, and maybe they tried to steal kisses throughout the school day, and maybe they even had lunch together. Louis was no longer introverted, clumsy, and embarrassed all the time. He smiled more, branched out to talk to people, and started to publish him poems and artwork onto Tumblr. Harry opened a new door for Louis, one where Louis could be confident and allow people to know who he truly is, and most importantly, to love himself.

Author's note:
I personally am a bottom Louis and top Harry but all opinions are valid.
-Abby <3