Louis streaked through the halls, a brunette flash, in fear that he would be late for class when his eyes involuntarily locked onto the ever stunning Harry Edward Styles, often just referred to as Styles. He was a sixth form student, whereas Louis was just in year eleven, and that meant Louis was to steer clear from him since he wasn’t in Harry’s clique or year.


And usually he did, but apparently today was different. Louis slowed down his pace so he didn’t look like a tit in front of his imagined beloved. It was too late, though, Harry had already noticed that he wasn’t alone in the hall.


“Where’s the fire, titch?” Harry asked crossing his arms and quite literally looking down at Louis, who he was several centimetres taller than.


Louis’ features crinkled. “I’m going to be late for class if I don’t hurry.”


Harry’s lips quirked into a grin and a chuckle slid between them. “No need to make a big to do about it, titch. There are a lot better things you could be doing than going to,” Harry paused for a second to look at the book cradled in Louis’ arms and then continued, “Physics.”


Louis felt the familiar lump that inhabited his throat whenever he saw the elder boy, and he tried to clear it in vain before asking what the question buzzing around in his mind, “And what may I ask would that be?”


Harry uncrossed his arms and closed the rather large gap between the two lads in a few short strides, making the younger of the two slightly uncomfortable. “Me,” Harry croaked, his deep voice going even deeper, and smashed his lips to Louis’.


Louis literally had zero time to react to Harry’s proposal before he was being attacked by Harry’s enticing soft pink lips. His heart rate sped up as kissed back, their lips gliding together in eerily nearly perfect unison.


Harry placed a hand on Louis’ hip and slowly walked him back into a nook in the hallway. Louis’ skin protested when he felt the coolness of the cinderblock wall against his exposed back, but it didn’t have much time to do so before Harry’s warmth subdued it.


Harry flicked his tongue across Louis’ bottom lip a couple times before losing his patience and biting down, letting a growl from deep in the back of his throat escape. Louis eagerly responded to Harry’s command, letting the assertive lad’s warm wet tongue slip between his pearly whites. Harry hungrily traced every contour of the younger’s mouth, growling into it, sending Louis into a tizzy.


Finally, Louis gave Harry the reaction he had been searching for, and he pulled away. “See, Chemistry with me is much better than Physics with Donavon,” Harry proclaimed, and Louis couldn’t help but concede.


Louis swiped his hand across his face trying to gather himself enough to make even one single word. Harry took his silence as another opportunity to speak. “Meet me here for more lessons. On Tuesday’s I have free period, and I think by your reaction to the introduction, you’ll be able to find a way out of class.”


Louis simply nodded as Harry toddled off to do whatever it is that lads beautifully devastating as him did. It took the worked up boy to realize a few things, but once he did they all hit him at the same time; he had just gotten away with doing something dodgy in the halls, he might very well be Harry Styles’ new trade, and he needed to go to class.

Notes

This was a prompt from tumblr and let me tell you it was a blast to write! It was so much filthier than anything I had ever written and it made my friend blush when she read it so I know I did it right. haha

Anyway if you want one yourself just ask for it. -xoxo

[Edit: Decided to turn it into a fic. You can all thank me later. :p]