Clarity

After resting for a good hour I recluently logged out of my social networks and went to the bathroom to wee and brush my hair. My bum still hurt mighty bad but the ache felt better sense I had placed some ice beneath it which had moistened the backside of my pants but my shirt luckily covered it.
"Be good Scruff." I had warned my dog as I walked out then got my untied shoelace stuck in the door. Now I was pulling into the parking lot of the University while blasting my music to the max, and trying to text back Shailene who had been inquiring my current where abouts, and if I needed anything for my headache.
That little angel.
Once my car was parked two spaces away from my usual spot I gunned the engine before turning it off with a loud pop. "Get a shiny trash can Tomlinson." Someone called out and I rolled my eyes as I shouted back,
"Just as soon as you get a new attitude." And I could hear the person scoff while I climbed out of my car and slammed the door shut; then glanced to the side only to see one of the little tough guys who I cocked an eyebrow at and he held up his hands in a silent surrender.
The walk to my class had been brief and quiet because I was ten minutes late meaning I got the bad parking but empty halls to myself making it more convient to make a quick walk. "Your late Mr. Tomlinson." A deep voice greeted me in the moment I walked through the classroom door and everyone shifted their gaze to me almost as if I had murdered someone.
"And your your looking awfully Harry today." I remark with a shrug as I leaned against the classroom door after closing it and Mr. Styles looked up from his laptop screen as he sat up straight in the rather cozy looking desk chair.
"Is that an insult or you hitting your head on the way in?" He counters and some people laugh as I narrow my eyes at him making sure we made eye contact. "I'll let you take that point because I'm to tired to argue." I then say and a few disappointed sighs pass through the room.
My Professor raised a steady eyebrow at my statement but said nothing while he watched me limp over to my desk and take seat. "You okay Louis? You seem like your limping?" Carson says softly the moment I take my seat next to him and I swat his hand off my shoulder a moment after he placed it there.
"I'm fine, just a little sore from dancing last night." I assure while sitting back. I would've counter attacked Mr. Styles comeback but yet I was still tired, sore, and full of aniexity because as I had walked down the halls the petrifying thought of someone from the University seeing me dance with that man swept over me.
So far none paid much attention to me in the class for they were wrapped up in conversation and finishing up last minute homework. "Bloody arse.." I muttered to myself as I recalled that I hadn't even glanced at my homework which was still packed away in my bag that was at my side.
Oh well I suppose I'd have to do it that night along with whatever our curly haired instructor gave us. Harry. The name was a weird one. I had never been overally fond of it in all honesty but I would be lying if I said it didn't suit him because it did. Even though he had revealed his name to me and we had a drinking contest that didn't change the fact he obviously hated me and I couldn't stand him so I messed with him, purposely pushing his limits which was an easy task.
"Alright class today we are going to finish up the China unit with a film covering all we've learned so I can give you a test!" Mr. Sty- You know what screw it I'm calling him Harry because I don't feel like saying three syllables when I was given permission to use one.
Of course though I was still going to keep the occurence between me and Harry drinking together and actually having a half decent conversation to ourselves. "Can we just watch the movie and skip the test?" Marcus called out and Harry shook his head as my raven haired friend lowered his hand.
"I will require that you all take a few notes in the least though. I want you all to have some of your own work to study besides the one I will be giving you." He adds and then he walks over to the projector screen and pulls it down as he gestures for Carly to go turn off the lights.
"Please don't scream again, you bloody made me piss myself!" Carson hisses and I press my lips together in a thin smile as I tried not to laugh. That had been halarious. The lights then turned off as a few people glanced back at me including Harry and I simply waved them off like some pish posh queen.
Obviously my prank had left a small impression that left people fearful of me startling them and Harry aware of my fearless behavior.
Everyone then glanced back to the front as Harry walked over to his computer and click on a few things before the picture started and rewinded it to the begining and paused it. "This film will cover the short unit that your late teacher half taught you and I have taught you," He begins but is interupted by me as I shout,
"She's dead?"
In a high pitched tone for that was the way it got when I shouted. Most of the class laughed minus the couple of peole who gave me dirty looks. Nerds. Harry then groaned and ran his hands down his face, "And here I was thinking I was going to have an easy day." He remarks as me and Carson share a look.
"And you think mine is a breeze?" I ask as he shoots me a glare and I swallow. "I'm not sure, but I suppose your night was busy because you have a pretty bad limp this class." He states with a smirk and my eyes widden as Carson chokes. I was fighting the temptation to jump over the desk and hit him but then my mind started to make a small connection that nearly made me scream.
He knew, he knew something, I could see it in his face. He bloody knew something! He must've seen what happened with that guy.
"I fell down my stairs on my way here." I then say sharply loud enough for everyone to hear and a few curious glances passed through the room. "Sure." Harry simply responds and Carson clears his throat,
"Mr. Styles if you are inferring my friend slept around last night and went rough at it then you are sadly mistaken because he is not one to such actions. Yet as for me on the other hand I'm not technically innocent in that prespective but a students social life is none of your concern." My jaw then dropped slightly as I high fived my friend and Harry bit his lip lightly as he inhaled sharply,
"If that is what you think then so be it." I could then with in that moment feel my stomach curl with a strange sense of guilt and suspicious fear as Harry directed his now dark emotionless eyes away from me and Carson and to the class.
"Anyways as I was saying, this film will cover your unit that was taught over the past few weeks. I highly reccomend that you take some notes on certain aspects of the film that you believe you will struggle with on the test. I also would like to warn our sensitive classmates, that there will be some graphic images around the slave informative part. Any questions?"
A hand then raised behind us and a voice called out, "Graphic how?" and Harry smiled at the boy as he gestured for Marcus to come to him which he did slowly and quietly. "Here we have Marcus." Our teacher starts as he grips Marcus' upper arms and positions him half way in front of him.
"Now lets say he was the slave, and I was the master." Some of the class perverts then laughed as Marcus gave Harry a surprised look, "Um..Mr. Styles, I don't like this game." He says and everyone goes into a fit of laughter except me for I was so consumed in my thought process of all the events over the past twenty four hours.
"Don't worry lad I'm not going to do anything.'' Harry teases with a chuckle as he then takes a step back, "Now lets say Marcus was in my way, and I wanted him to move." My interest then moved to the front of the classroom because this was obviously about to get good and Marcus looked uncomfortable, even though he was use to showing off in front of crowds of people.
"I'm scared.." Marcus whined arising more laughter. It was obvious now he was trying to turn this into another show off, bless his heart. "And then I do this." Harry then walked up to him and snapped in a threatrical voice that was actually a good impression of a frustrated demanding man, "Out of my way." and then my heart beat increases as my mind dazes off into a memory from last night,
"Out of my way."
My dazed mind then hear's him growl as somebody responds in a muffled tone.
Then I stop moving backwards as he pulls the bathroom door open before pushing me inside and closing it,
"Now we're alone." He says in a low voice as I continue to leave my soft kisses before my lips are pulled away and he turns off the lights and twists us over.
"And your all mine."
I then nearly doubled over causing Carson to frown at my sudden change of demeanor as Harry lightly shoved Marcus and pretend to punch him in the gut repeatedly as he laughed and jumped back.
"So you see this is basically what I meant by graphic only bloodier and less funny. I would give a better demonstration but last time I checked it was illegal." He joked as his eyes drifted over to me and I felt my throat close up while he gazed right into the center of my eyes,
"Here." He said as I looked up at him and he pulled his shirt over my upper half while I placed my arms through the arm holes. We both remained silent as he then grabbed my boxers and jeans and pulled them on with ease as I moved my body around to help him.
"See you around Louis."
I bite my lip as I look up at him with a blurred vision from the now aching alcohol and intense pleasure that was still lingering.
It was him. It was bloody him! The memories then all rushed back in as I could vividly recall everything. First we had drank then he asked me to dance which I had agreed to, and once we had gotten dirty on the dance floor we got even dirtier in the privacy of the bathroom.
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this point because the sudden image of him placing his hands on me in such a way was overwhelming and relieving at the same time for at least he wasn't a complete stranger.
"Thank you." The lad who had asked the question then called out and the curly haired one nodded before he walked over to the laptop and pressed play. "Are you okay?" Carson's soft voice then whispered in my ear causing me to jump as I chomped down on my bottom lip and nodded as he studied my flushed face.
"Okay." He says unsure as he adverts his attention back to the film and I glanced at Mr. Styles before looking at the screen as well desparately wanting destraction from my ailing bum which he had caused and mind that was making my body react violently to the sudden reality of what had happened last night.
Yet in conclusion the real question was did he remember? Was he as drunk as me? Was he sober? Was he aware I was straight? Was he even straight? Probably not because if my memory percived properly he had a small container of lube in his back pocket which straight guys didn't usually carry around. Well minus Carson who liked to enter girls both ways.
I didn't take many notes during that class, actually I didn't take any at all. I would start to write a sentence on my paper but he would come into my gaze and it would turn into a scribble. I couldn't decide if I was more mad or disgusted at this point. In all honesty though I didn't feel as disgusted now that I knew who it was but maybe that was just because I knew him.
I was a bit angry though for he must've known what he was doing because I recalled that before the drinking contest he told me that he handled alcohal very well. Basically as the film continued on as did my anger and frustration but I tried desparately to restrain it for the last thing I wanted to do was confess in the mist of my anger that me and Mr. Styles had done the nasty.
I kept squirming and breathing in uneven patterns as my eyes drifted around the classroom looking for a destraction. Eventually my pupils landed on two girls who were wrapped up in idle quiet chatter and I observed them, studied their features, yet it didn't help lessen the burden of my frustrating thoughts.
Finally with in five minutes before the bell rang the film came to a brilliant end which nearly made me regret my choice to not pay attention. "Alright class, that's a wrap! Make sure you keep those notes close and study hard for tonight." He then glanced at the clock, "Since you all behaved exceptionally well and I'm near positive your eager to leave I'll release you from hell four minutes early." He offered and everyone broke into the loud sound of chatter as they scurried up to get their things and rush in bunches to the door.
"Wanna come to my place? We could invite Shailene and order a pizza? Maybe rent a film?" Carson suggested as we both stood up and gathered our belongings, him quickly me slowly. "I would prefer we do that some other time because I have to catch up on some homework, and sleep. Also not to mention the first game is Saturday." I reply giving him and smile as a pout appeared on his face yet he made no move to argue with me as he pinched my bum, slapped me upside the head lightly, then called out a goodbye to Harry before leaving the class.
"Any particular reason your lingering in my presences?" Harry asked as he took a seat behind his desk and flipped open his laptop so he could boot it up. I remained silent for a long moment while debating if I should confront him on his actions or not. "Cat got your tongue?" He then taunted looking up at me as he clasped his hands and rested them beneath his chin as his still emotionless yet lighter eyes sized me up; I was becoming terribly nervous.
"No, I'm just trying to defer how to present my matter to you with out it ending in murder." I say thruth as I pull my backpack straps over my shoulders and walk swiftly down the row of desks before stopping directly a foot away from his desk. "And this matter is?" He asked sitting back in the plush chair and placing his hands behind his head.
Arrogant dirt bag you know what it is.
"You.." I then paused to clear my throat to gain a better sense of confidence. "You took advantage of my drunken state at the bar, and I would like to know why. Why you would do such a thing against my sober will." I accuse and his face pales as he sits up straight and adjusts his tie.
"You remember doing all that with me?" He asked in a surprisingly meek, quiet tone. One that was uncommon for him to my knowledge. "Yes! I didn't bloody remember who laid his hands on me at first but once you did the demonstration with Marcus my faint memories became more vivid and I saw your face." I say standing up straighter and allowing my voice to raise slightly but not to the point where it would escape the classroom.
Harry then pressed his lips into a thin line before they curled into a grinch like smirk. "And tell me Louis did you enjoy it?" He asks as my breath hitches and my already sore bum seems to scream louder.
He. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.
"I'm sorry?" I manage to choke out as he leans forward on his elbows, "I said Mr. Tomlinson did you enjoy it?" He asks and I scoff, "Do you bloody think I enjoyed it? How on earth could you ask such a thing when I obviously made the effort to confront you on it?!" I accuse as I slap my palm down on his desk with a small thump and he shot to his feet.
"I believe Mr. Tomlinson you are having a difficult time seeing the difference between me teasing you and being serious. I have also concluded your having a troublesome time excepting the matter that what we did was a drunken mistake!" He states in a flat firm tone that made me cringe.
So much for there being no murder.
"You can't expect me to just be okay that you shoved your willy up my arse! I'm begingjng to firmly believe that you planned the drinking contest and purposely tricked me into letting you screw me on the bathroom floor!" Harry then slammed his fists onto the table,
"I did no such thing! I would never objectify someone by plan! It just happened." He shouted as his breathing deepened and I moved back another foot from his desk feeling a strange sense of fear but my pride prevented me from making a swift exit.
"Things like two straight, drunk guys getting down on it is not something that just happens." I counter trying to keep my uneven breathing in check with a strained tone. Harry then laughed. The bloody fanny kisser just laughed. He then sat back in his chair with an amused smile, "I for one Mr. Tomlinson am not straight. I've discovered myself to be bisexual which I very well think of you considering you had let me take away your 'gayginity' as I once heard the kids say." He says and I bite the inside of both my cheeks harshly.
He had to be freaking kidding me.
Yet even with his statement confirming he did have a thing for boys/men I didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable or un-nerved by that, oh no. No I was I was un-nerved and uncomfortable along with with angered that he dare accuse me of a sexuality I was most definate not.
"I'm sorry Harry, but a drunk act does not define a lads sexuality or his attraction to the same gender." I spat uncalled for venom coating my tone as he exhaled through his nose. "Very well then. I'm sorry I let my lust control my concious." He said. Yet it didn't sound sincere but I decided to take it because I was tiring more by the second and was afraid of either of us pushing the others limits, even though I had this strange assurence to myself that neither of us would strike with fists.
Just words.
"Your not entirely forgiven but I'll except your appoligy as long as you promise to keep your hands and willy away from me." I demand as my eyes linger over his then down to his lips that looked rather plump today. Shut up Louis, stop acting gay and observing another guys lips. My thoughts screamed at me and I looked down at the ground as Harry raised his right hand.
"I Harry Styles solemly swear to keep my hands off Louis Tomlinson as long as he pleases." I then looked up at him with a harsh stare but merely responded with a curt nod before turning in my heel and walking towards the exit of the classroom.
"Oh and Louis?" He called after me as I inwardly groaned and glanced over my shoulder at him. "If you want to sooth your bum take a hot bath with bubbles. They help." He informs with a small smirk and I feel my cheeks grow warm as my middle finger is raised and I exit the classroom.
This guy was really screwing me up. Before he came to the University I had been semi respectable to the teachers and directed most of my jokes and insults to the lesson as opposed to them. Yet when I met Harry there was something about him that made my insides jerk and I couldn't help but give him a hard time.
Or maybe it seemed as if I was giving him a hard time because of his short temper? Also I rarely flip people off unless I'm extremely pissed or teasing my friends. So I guess you could say he was pushing my buttons to? Really in all honesty he hadn't begin to press mine until the night at the bar.
"He's such an arse." I mutter to myself as I unluck my door and pull it open with as much force as I could muster causing me to stumble back and make a little dent in the car parked next to mine with my elbow. "Shoot." I hissed as I clutched my elbow where the skin was reddening and quickly climbed into my car so I could flee the scene of the crime.
Then as I pulled out of the parking lot my mind proccessed officially what Harry had said earlier.
He was bisexual.
How did I not notice this before?

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Hi guys! So wow lots of tension here cx I think this was my favorite chapter to write so far! Anywaysss is anyone else enjoying the nice fall weather? I can hardly believe it's nearly Decrmber! I'm hoping to get a camera or beats! Yet I must concentrate on Thanksgiven for now,
What is your favorite Thanksgiven food?
Personally mine is the pumpkin pie. Yum.
~Mazzy
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