The English Teacher // Larry Stylinson

The club

We pull up to the club and pay our Uber driver before getting out. We cross the street and Zayn and I have a smoke before we all go inside. Once we do, it's completely crowded with a sea of people dancing and drinking, probably having the time of their lives. "Let's go get drinks!" Niall yells over the loud music. "Okay!" I reply and follow the two to the bar.

"15 shots of cherry whiskey please," Niall says to the bar tender. He nods and takes the money before pouring our shots. When we get them, we count to three before downing all 5. I make a horrid face as it burns down my throat. "Let's go dance!" Niall says and Zayn and I agree it's a good idea. We head to the dance floor and mix in with the crowd of people grinding up against each other as they dance; including Zayn and Niall now. I'm obviously alone so I just go with it and dance solo.

After a little while I get bored and decided to go get more shots. I walk to the bar and order 3 more shots of cherry whiskey. The bartender takes my money and pours my shots before I down all of them, now the burn is a good feeling as I swallow each one. I go find a booth and sit down because honestly, I'm tired of dancing alone. I take out my phone and notice it's all blurry. I open my eyes as wide as I can and realize I'm piss drunk. Fuck. I stand up and almost fall over. You'll be fine. Go outside and get some air. I listen to my subconscious and stumble outside to the main entrance/exit. I go lean against a tree and go on my phone like I originally planned on doing, I can see it better now. I see Harry's contact in my phone and ignore all common sense and call him.

H: hello?

Me: hi, it's, -hiccup- it's Louis

H: are you drunk?

Me: pfff, no, why would I, Louis Tomlinson, be drunk? That would never happen.

H: hmm. Where are you?

Me: I don't know.

H: I'm coming to get you.

Me: what? No-

The line goes dead and I start to freak out. There's no way he's coming here. First off, we're a half hour out of Doncaster and second, he has no idea where I am. I go back on my phone and sit down on the bench next to a different tree. A few minutes go by and I get bored again so I go back in and get another shot. Making that 9.

I go to take it and a hand swoops in and grabs it from me. "Hey!" I say and go to reach for it. "Absolutely not." I hear the man say and look up to see Harry. "Let's go, princess." He says and takes the shot himself. "No, I'm here with Zayn and Niall." I say and spin around on the stool. "I know, I sent my friend Liam to go tell them you're leaving with me." He says and my eyes go wide. "You, you told them I'm leaving with -hiccup- you?" I say and he nods. "Look, I know they're your best friends and I know you'll tell them anyway." He says and I nod. "They won't tell anyone." I say and he takes my hand. "I know." He replies before pulling me off of the stool and onto the floor.

I stumble as my feet hit the ground and Harry catches me as I almost fall on my ass. He stands me straight up and wraps my arm around his shoulder. We walk out to his car and he opens the door for me to get in. I do up my seatbelt and when he gets in, he does the same. He starts driving and hands me a bottle of water. "Thanks." I say and hiccup. "You shouldn't drink like that. How many shots did you have before I stopped you?" He says and I think for a second. "8." I say and he looks at me for a quick second before returning his focus back to the road. "You had 8 shots of what? That cherry whiskey?" He says and I nod. "Yeah," I reply and he shakes his head. "That's a lot, Lou. You should watch what you drink." He says and I sigh and hum in response.

We get to this rich neighborhood and I can't help but ask where the fuck we're going. "Harry, where are we going?" I say and he smiles. "My house." He replies and I look at him. "In this neighborhood? These are like million dollar houses." I say and he breaths out a laugh. "And?" He says and stops at a stop sign. "You're a teacher, Harold. Not a millionaire." I say and he laughs again. "Why do you keep laughing?" I say and he shakes his head before answering. "Because, princess, I am a millionaire for one, two, my name is not Harold, and three, I enjoy teaching which is why I do it, not for the money." He says and pulls into a driveway.

** random house on google**

His house is beautiful. "Wow," I say as we walk up to the house. "You like it?" He says and I nod. "Harry, I don't think I can go up all those stairs." I say and he looks at me. "Get on my back." He says and I comply. He carries me like that all the way to the front door before I jump down. He unlocks the door and we walk inside. It's just as beautiful as the outside. Everything seems to be cream coloured which is actually really nice, the yellowish lighting tinting our bodies as we walk deeper into the house. I slip off my Vans and Harry does the same with his Chelsea boots before we walk to the kitchen. It's very nicely done, it's modern and cream coloured like the rest of the house I've seen so far.

"Drink." He says and puts a glass of water down on the counter in front of me. I take it and drink the whole thing before setting it back down. "Harry, I'm actually fine now. Honestly," I say and he looks me up and down. "Okay, princess." He says and I blush at the name like always.

He walks over to me and places his hands on my hips before gently kissing my forehead. "How did you know where I was by the way?" I say and he rests his head on mine holding me close to his chest. "Liam is a detective. We tracked your phone.." he says and I pull away. "You what?! You tracked my phone?!" I say and he looks at me. "I needed to make sure you were okay, Lou, I was worried." He says and I huff.

"I can't believe you tracked me." I say and cross my arms in front of my chest. "Come on, Lou, don't be mad at me." He says and I huff again. "What can daddy do to make it up to you?" He says and I look up at him. "You could watch Grease with me." I say and he smiles. "Okay, princess. Let's go to my room then." He says and holds his hand out for me to take it.