Clarity

The rest of the afternoon, basically until it was dark, Harry helped me do my homework, and honestly it had never been more fun. He made jokes out of the questions, and by the time he had given me a sweet peck goodbye, my stomach ached from laughter.
Harry could actually be quite funny if he put his mind to it. Yes at some points that night I groaned when he told his "funny" stories to slow, but I would laugh anyways to humor him, and see those dimples.
He really had a gift, you could hide money in those! I had actually asked him if you could get dimples from pokingyour cheeks, and he offer to do it for me but it ended in ten minutes of wasted time, and both of us disapointed.
The red hand mark on my bum had faded that morning when I looked in the mirror, and I didn't feel the lingering sting anymore. My apartment this morning had felt lonely though, I was so used to walking up and having Scruff all over me for food and all.
I hadn't told my sisters yet. I told my mum and dad though but made them swear not to tell the girls. I was planning on telling them eventually but I didn't want to do it now when they were all having a great time at school, and all.
I'd have to say they always made my head spin with how much information they tried to tell me when I called them. I felt though really. I mean they were all used to good ol' Louis being there twenty four-seven, and now they only saw me once a week.
Actually since Harry had come around even that hadn't been much. It was hard to believe me, and him were going on our third month of knowing each other, and almost at the end of our first week of being partners? Still wasn't sure about that. But it felt longer.
So much had happened, I couldn't wrap my head around the fact it was only two full months, for tomorrow was the first of October. Was it possible for so much to happen in such a short period of time? Hopefully nothing more unpleasent will happen.
Right now I was walking into the building of the University, tying my hood strings into a neat bow. This morning I had been feeling lazy so I put on a hoodie over my pajama pants and t-shirt, then pulled on a blue beanie.
I wasn't exactly color cordinated, but I didn't care. This morning at my morning class, theater to be exact, the teacher had made a comment that my clothing style was very interesting, and I need a hair cut.
Though of course being me I laughed it off, and made aremark about her hair earning a swat, and then wondered over to my group of comrades. I did consider changing when I got home in the afternoon, but once I saw that The Haunting was on I got destracted.
"Hey lad." Marcus then called out, and I felt him grab my shirt to stop me in the hallway as one of those thirsty girls from my English pinched my bum when she walked by. "See you in class." She said, and I rolled my eyes as Marcus laughed.
"Aw, she ain't that bad looking." He says, the both of us stepping off to the side so we wouldn't get bumped into or trampled by the body of rushing students, flowing from one hall to another like a current. All in perfect motion. These are the type of people you would make a wave with at a football game.
Which reminded me I had work on Friday. I wonder if Harry liked football? Maybe so. He seemed like the sports type.
"She looks like a barbie doll, fake and plastic. Are those boobs even real?" I ask, shivering and Marcus laughed. ''Knowing her, no. Definately implants." He says, while I slip my hand into my pockets.
"So where had Carson been? Did he finally get arrested?" He asks, and I shrug. "We had an argument, he ended the friendship, haven't seen him sense." I say, feeling back for telling him because Marcus was fond of the Carson plus Louis trio, same with Shailene. At my words his face fell.
"Really? You aren't screwing?" He asks, and I shake my head. "That's to bad man, I'm sorry." He says, gripping my shoulder and giving iit a gentle squeeze of affection, and I bite my lip looking down. "Yeah it sucks, but you know me. Nothing bugs me!" I say looking up and punching his shoulder, and he cocks an eyebrow, rubbing his shoudler.
"Wanna bet on that?" He asks, and I smile as I pinch his cheekls hard. "Nah." He then smacked me over the head making me yelp, "You don't want the thristy girl touching your cheeks, so leave mine be." He warns, and I roll my eyes as I pinch his stomach making him yelp as a playful smile filled his features, and then he took a step towards me making me shove him, and with in moments we were stumbling around the hallway play fighting.
"Your so mean Tomlinson." He announces, and we both howl with laughter obnoxiously as we taze, pinch, and push around each other. I know I used to do this with Carson, but for whatever reason it felt different with Marcus.
I wasn't sure why, but it just did. I was starting to grow fond of Marcus, yes he loved to be the center of attention, we both did in good ways, but he was nicer then Carson.
I met Marcus last year in my first year at the University, he was always laid back, nice, and never mistreated anyone. I don't think I've ever seen the boy drink once. He seemed to be a joker, yet had his head held up high when nessicary. As my mum said he would go far in life, if he could keep his act together.
"Alright, boys settle down!' one of the frumpy old Professors called, poking his head out of the classroom, and we both instantly separated not wanting to get reported. "I don't like that teacher. He's rude." Marcus states, the instant the Professor goes back to his habitate, and we both walk side by side down the hall while I fix my tonseled hair.
"Agreed, he reports people to much. Doesn't treat us like adults." I point out, and we both high five in agreement. Marcus was just a little taller then me, had about an inch on me. I was a small guy. My mum had been a little disapointed when she learned her theroy of me being five'nine was proven wrong by the doctor who said I was merely five'seven.
"Ready for a day of educational purposes?" Marcus asks in a pish posh tone, and I chuckle as we stop at the classroom door, and I open it for him and we both walked in. Happily to my relief Carson wasn't there again.
I was actually begining to become relieved that my late friend was no where in sight. I was afraid seeing Carson was going to cause upset feelings, even the mention of him did. "Good morning boys, good to see you both appear to be in good spirits." Harry comments when we walk by his desk to get to my own, and I glance his way before winking at him and he makes a spanking motion with his hand that makes me narrow my eyes at him.
Also last night Harry had teased me non-stop about how bad he had been wanting to spank me since I had first mis-behaved. I think he was a little disapointed that I hadn't lasted long. I couldn't help it though! I just wasn't use to intense moments of pleasure, because like I said I was the class clown, not the sexually active clown.
"I'll get you." I mouth, before walking away and over to my desk as he chuckled, leaning back in his chair. I was serious. He had embarassed me quite a few times the past few days, not in mean ways of course, but I still wanted an excuse to misbehave in class.
Pull one of my famous stunts. Like the water bottle one! That was a good one. Yet the question was, what should I do today? I mean of course I don't want it to be to bad, but I wanted it to annoy him because where was the fun if it didn't?
Also I knew he would be all over me as much as he used to, but I loved teasing him. Now how could I tease him today? Biting my lip, I slid into my desk, and dumped my bag next to me as I looked down at him with a smirk while adjusted my mischievous thoughts.
His eyes did meet with mine for a brief moment and he gave me a suspicious look but made no comment as he tossed the lollipop stick he was chewing on into the trash, and stood up.
"I've decided to give you all a break from history today, since everyone has been working exceptionally hard and we're all ahead." He announces and peers hoot, and holler obviously pleased at this reconition of acedemical success. Harry then holds up his hands for silence.
"Today we will be relaxing and watching Grown Ups. If your not interested in the film then feel free to play on your phones and talk quietly amognst yourselves." He says, walking over to the white board before pulling down the projector.
That's when it hit me! I knew exactly what I was going to do, and it was going to be perfect. Probably make him blow a nerve, but perfect. The lights in the room were then dimmed, no one looking in my direction this time as the film begin and people begin to do their own thing whether it was around the lines of talking or watching.
For the first fifteen minutes I sat there watching the movie, laughing a bit to loud at the funny parts but couldn't help it because Grown Ups was halarious. Harry had good taste in educational, and non-educational movies.
Which actually didn't Grown Ups fall into both categories?
Finally the moment came where I felt it was the perfect moment to pull my little stunt for it was quiet, and Harry was paying no attention to anyone at the moment because he was wrapped up in whatever he was doing on his laptop.
"Man it's really hot in here!" I announce loudly, stretching as I untied my jacket strings and pulled off my hoodie while Marcus and the rest of the class looked over at me. Harry's attention then drifted over to me, and I snickered as I pulled off the jacket in a stripper way, and his eyes widdened slightly as he licked his lips. That's right Styles.
"No removing this jacket just isn't cutting it." I say loudly, and all of the classes attention drifts to me as I bit my lip and stood up on the chair of my desk before grabbing the ends of my shirt, and pulling it off over my head.
Yes I took off my shirt in class.
"You know now it's kinda drafty in here." I comment, waving the shirt over my head as Harry sat up, causing his chair to hit the wall and everyone laughed while watching me and I begin to dance like a grandma with a broken hip, and everyone started howling as Marcus clapped cheering me on.
"Whoo!" "Work it smoochie!" "Yeah Louis show them the stripper side!'' Every hoots, and hollers as Harry's eyes grow a shade darker. "Louis put your shirt back on." He orders, and I stop my display for a moment to cock my head in his direction.
"Sorry I can't hear you over my adoring fans!" I shout, and every begins banging on the tables, and desks causing an up roar of noise as I smirked at Harry. I win. For a long moment he did nothing, just stared at me with a stern expression before shaking his head as he walked out from behind the desk then begin walking up the isle as he called.
"One more chance Louis, put it on!" He snaps, okay maybe he was little mad, but this was to amusing to stop. "Nah!" I kinda like the freedom!" I state, and everyone applauds as he he presses his lips together, and finishes the walk over to my desk before grabbing my wrist and pulling me off the desk.
"Ouch." I whined, because his grip was tight but he said nothing as he dragged me behind him, down the isle of desk, past his desk, then stopped at the door. "Everyone return to your activities, the show is over." He calls, opening the door as he steps outside, pulling me along with him.
"Oh come on, you know you liked it." I say, but get cut off when he slams me against the wall, grabbing my hips tightly as he pressed his forehead to mine and exhaled deeply. "You have no idea how much I enjoyed that, but I prefer my eyes to be your only audience." He growls, and I try to squirm out of his grip.
"Harry we're in the hall." I warn, and he smirks. "Yes an empty hall." He points out, as he attatches his lips to my neck, and runs his hands up and down my sides, and back while he begins sucking on my sweetspot, making me moan softly.
''Harry.." I plead, afraid someone would see us. "Shut up." He mumbles, pressing his boner against my inner thigh making me a little uncomfortable in my lower half. "Your such a bad boy Tomlinson, I don't think spanking is going to cut it." He says, his voice low as his tongue glides over my neck and shiver.
Well didn't this backfire. I didn't realize how gutsy he was.
"Harry please." I begged, and he huffed as he pulled away and pecked my lips before throwing my shirt and hoodie at me, which I hadn't noticed that he grabbed. "Get dressed, and then your going to appoligize for disrupting the class to everyone." He says, stepping back as he crossed his arms, waiting for me to get dressed as his eyes drifted over my bare upper half.
"Stop staring you've seen it before." I say, pulling on my shirt, and hoodie tying the strings into a neat little bow as I pulled the beanie out of my pocket and pulled it over my mop of long hair.
"Yes, but you have no idea how just your stomach along is a turn on. Well for me at least." He says, fat grabbing me before latching onto my wrist and dragging me back into the now quiet classroom, where he pushed me in fornt of my desk.
"Louis has something to say!" He announces, whislting the tune from the Hunger Games, and everyone looked over at him and me. Lovely. I hated being on display like this. "Go on Louis." He says, nudging me foreward and everyone grows quiet as I cleared my throat.
"I'm sorry for disrupting the class." I say, and Harry nods as he goes and sits down in his desk chair and I quickly add, "And i'm also sorry that Mr. Styles is a party pooper." He gaze shot to me, but by then I was already running up the isle and to my seat, highfiving some people along the way before sitting down.
"Mr. Tomlinson your staying after class." He calls out once I sit down, and I shrug.
"No surprise there." I call out, and he rolls his eyes but a small smile is on his face.
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"So what are we doing today." I ask, sitting on his desk as he kisses my cheek, and begins to clean his stuff. "Well I would love to tie you to my bed and punish you, but I have a confrence today, and then alot of paper work to do. I'm trying to get my hands on a company you know." He informs, and I nod in approval.
"That's cool. So I'm taking it as we can't hang out today?" I ask, feeling my expression droop, and a twinge of disappointment. "Sorry baby, I really want to but I can't." He says, picking up his suitcase, and pecking my lips before helping me jump off the desk and I pull on my back pack.
"So tomorrow then?" I ask, and he nods as we both walk out the door of the classroom and he turns off the lights before locking it behind us. "Sorry, I promise I'll plan something fun tomorrow." He promises, kissing my head and walking down the hall opposite to the parking lot,
"Good luck at your confrence!" I call and he nods blowing me a kiss, and giving me a thumbs up.
This was going to be a boring night.

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