Thin Lips (A Larry Stylinson Teacher/Student Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10

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Harry’s POV

It’s been two weeks since the camp was announced and even if I’m thrilled about it, I’m also just as terrified.

Louis will be there, and our Maths and PE teachers as well because they are all young. The Principal is obviously going too, and it’s only for all of the students in my grade, plus freshman year.

How will I cope being three days without interacting with Louis when he’ll be right there in front of me? These past two weeks have been nothing but contact -physical contact- and I’ve loved every second of it.

[Flashbacks]

“We shouldn’t be here now” Louis breathes into my mouth as I tug at the hairs in his nape.

“We shouldn’t” I agree, murmuring just in case.

We are at one of the bathroom stalls, and I’ve asked to go out to the loo around ten minutes ago when I found Louis walking through one of the corridors.

I push against him a bit more, making him press even more if possible against the white door that hides us from anyone who can come in.

“You’ll get in trouble, Harry” he says, pulling away and staring into my eyes with slightly furrowed brows.

His hands are still at my sides and mine travel down to feel his torso over the thin fabric of his button up shirt.

“Ugh, fine…” I groan, because we can never really have a proper moment at school and that kills me. I let go and go to unlock the narrow door, but he doesn’t move from his spot. “Come on Louis”

“Are you mad?” he asks, and even if he tries to sound teasing I can see the worried expression in his face.

“I just really want to stay with you” I mumble, sitting on top of the closed toilet. “I mean, it’s awful that we can’t be together anywhere but your place, and even there it’s just like an hour or so per week” I confess looking down at my hands.

“In my defence, I did invite you to the movies and you never went with me” he whispers, curling and uncurling my hair with his fingers. “I’m still willing to take you one of these days if you want”

“Will that be like a date?” I ask, looking up at him and wiggling my brows with a smirk.

My façade drops though when I see his sudden blank expression as he stares down at me. His eyes move slightly, as if inspecting my entire face before he bites his lip and closes his blues.

“Y-yeah, sure, it was meant to be a date in the first place so” he ends up smiling, petting my hair a bit more before he bites his lip again.

It doesn’t take me more than two seconds to realise what’s happening. I gulp at the thought and instantly look down only to see Louis’ crotch way too close to my face. I look back at him, who is still staring down with that same look on his face, and I smirk to myself when I lean in slightly enough for my nose to graze the material of his jeans. I can feel his grip tightening on my hair a tiny bit, and that only motivates me to keep leaning in, my hands moving to rest behind his thighs as I pull him against me.

“Harry, you shouldn’t…” he mutters, loosening his grip on my hair to caress it slowly and gently, making me look up at his flushed face.

“I’m not doing anything” I say innocently with my eyes as wide as possible without them looking surprised and my lips ghosting over the material.

I nudge his now visible slight bulge with my nose and cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to his zipper and standing up.

He lets out a deep breath, and closes his eyes before he raises his brows. “Don’t do that again in school, Harry” he says, trying to sound stern but biting his lip by the end and so I blink my eyes twice.