Dancing Love [L.S] ✅

Teachers pet

I was looking into the closet full of stuff Louis told me to pick out and lay down on the bed. I grabbed a weird thing, almost kinda like a plug. I laid it down on the bed and kept grabbing things and putting them down there.

Louis walked in and looked at the bed filled with toys "Is that it?" I nodded slowly and pointed at the first one "What is that?" "A ball gag." He answered crossing his arms. I shook my head and handed him the toy "I don't want that." Louis explained everything and at the end I gave him the stuff I think I would like, like handcuffs, rope, choker, belt, vibrator, dildo, whips and a buttplug.

He smiled at me and nodded "Is that everything?" I nodded slowly and stuttered "Y-Yeah."

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I was back at school after a week. I was wearing a purple hoodie and had the hood on so less people would stare at me.

I walked through my dorm room in a quick pace and kept listening to the music that was playing in my ears through my headphones. The backpack I was carrying was heavy and made me feel like a turtle. Don't ask me why. You have had it before.

I ignored the group of people standing in front of the entrance to my room. I grabbed my keys and before I knew it my head got smacked against the door. Tears filled my eyes at the overwhelming pain and burning sensation which struck me a few seconds later

My headphones and bag got ripped off of me and my hood got pulled down revealing my curls that were bouncing because they were free again. A girl chuckled in my ear and pulled my hair back, I swear it felt like I was bald inmediatly.

"Ouch! Stop!" I shouted in fear and pain as they turned me around and punched me in the stomache repeatedly. They hit my head against the door again but way harder then the first time. A broken sob left my mouth and I started crying, making the bullies more furious.

"Aweee the fucking pet is crying! Does he need to kiss Mr. Tomlinson to calm down!? You fag!" A boy shouted at me punching me in the eye. My vision went blurry and I had trouble keeping my eyes open. Another punch was given to me on the nose. A crack was heard and blood ran down in a matter of a second. The taste of it entering my mouth and the iron/metallic smell filled my nose making me gag.

"You don't deserve to be here!"

That's true.

"I hope you fucking die!"

Me too.

"Piece of shit! Nobody fucking loves you!"

I know.

"Awee the fag is giving in!"

I am giving in. Not to you. But to death.

My head hit the door again harshly. A loud non-ending peep was heard in my ears as I became dizzy.

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I woke up to a head hanging above me. I groaned softly and closed my eyes again.

"Darling?"

I opened my eyes again and started to see things more clearly, the blurry vision finally leaving me.

My eyes filled with tears as I saw it was Louis who was hanging above me.

Louis' hand was resting on the side of my neck and with the other hand he was holding my own hand.

People were surrounding us and trying to figure what happened. I hate it. I want to be left alone and die right now. Or at least melt into a puddle so people wouldn't notice me at all.

Louis touched my eye and I flinched, tilting my head away from his hand. I mumbled a 'fuck' and sat up slowly, trying to find balance since I was very dizzy and everything was spinning around me.