Mr. Tomlinson (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Hi.

I'm Harry Styles, I'm 16 year's old. I am single, which is always a good thing. I go to Flintwood high school, I'm not to keen on it there but I've only got a few months left! Yay!

It's a Friday today, and it's lunch time, which is a good thing. I grab a sandwich box from the counter and pay then take a seat next to my best mate Jake "Still up for coming over tonight?" He asks "Dad will be picking us up" He adds

"Alright" I smile. His dads alright, he's better then my dad thats for sure.

"Cool, hey I hear someones interested in you" Jake laughs

"What who?" I ask. He puts both hands on my checks and moves my head so I'm facing a girl.

"Her, Math's wizz, she's in the schools team" He says then laughs again

"She's alright but not my type" I say with a smile on my face

"And what is your type Styles. You've never fancied a girl... wait are you gay?" He replies looking at me dead serious.

I know he's okay with gays as he wasnt sure of his sexuality back in year 9. So he kissed both a boy and a girl and then realized he was infact straight. "I'm not sure" I say honestly "just don't tell anyone okay"

"I can help you find out if you want later" he says "Or would that make things awkward between us?"

"You could if you want. I really don't mind" I take another bite of my ham and cheese sandwich

*After school*

"Hello boy's" Mr Tomlinson smiles through the open window of his car "How are you Harry?"

"I'm good thanks, how about you Mr Tomlinson?" I open the front passager door of the car as Jake likes to sit in the back.

"I'm okay thank you" Mr Tomlinson smiles at me "seatseatbelts boys" he says and we both put our seatbelts on.

We finally reach Mr Tomlinson's house and I swear he was looking at me weirdly.

"We'll be around the back dad" Jake shouts as he pulls me through the house and on to the balcony. We both sit in these old orange deck chairs. "Do you want to try?" Jake asks

"Try what?" I ask oblivious to what he's saying

"Kissing me?" He say and I nodd. "Come sit on my lap then" he says and I do as I'm told straddling his hips. I lean down and he leans up. Soon our lips our connected and moving against eachother in a slow suttle pace he trys to push his tounge in my mouth and I pull away. I jump off his lap with tears in my eye's and run to the bathroom.

I don't know whats wrong with me. I liked it. I can tell by the budge in my trousers. But I feel sick. I feel very sick. I hear a knock on the door "g-go a-away ja-ake" I cry with my voice cracking up afew time's.