I knocked on Mr. Tomlinson door, softly. No answer for maybe ten seconds, so I went to knock again. Right when my knuckles were about to hit the door again, it swung open to reveal Mr. Tomlinson in nothing but his boxers. He looked at me, smiling. "Hello, Harry." He greeted, stepping aside motioning me to come in.
His house is big. Not like millionaire big, but pretty big. There's a spiraling stair case in what seems to be the living room, which I might add is huge. I stepped inside, turning around to face him, studying his body. He noticed. "Oh, does this bother you? I wasn't expecting you to come to early. I was just freshening up." I shook my head, blushing slightly. "Come on Harry, do you have your books?" I nodded. 'Why the hell are you not talking, Harry? He's talking to you and you're being rude.' I thought to myself. "Uh, yes I do." I held up my backpack. "Great," He smiled. "you can sit your bag down there, but bring your books." I grabbed the books out of my bag, throwing my bag by the door. Mr. Tomlinson walked to the other room, I followed behind him. "So Harry, the other day did you see me wink at you?" Mr. Tomlinson asked. I nodded, blushing furiously. "Did it make you uncomfortable? I mean I did see you staring at my ass." He chuckled. "No. I didn't mean to." I said. What else could I say? "You have a nice ass"? Definitely not. "It's fine, Harry." He sat at the table, motioning me to sit beside him. I did, grabbing my math book, opening it. I felt a hand grab my knee, squeezing it lightly. I looked down at Mr. Tomlinson's hand, then back up at him. "Uncomfortable?" He grinned. I shook my head. His hand when up about two inches. "Now?" I shook my head again, biting my bottom lip. He smiled.
"Mr. Tomlinson, what's your real name?" I asked. "Louis." He replied, looking down at me. I looked Into his eyes, staring at the blue in them. "You have pretty eyes, Louis." I smiled. He grinned, again. "Thank you, Harry. You have pretty eyes as well, and your hair is adorable. And your lips are just perfect.." He trailed off, looking at me for a long time before I suddenly jerked my attention to my textbook. "So, uh, math.." I flipped a couple pages. "Oh, right."
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The Teacher and the Student || Larry Stylinson (Boyxboy)
FanfictionHarry Styles was never good at school, he had to transfer at least five times due to people bullying him for not being "smart enough". His average of a grade is D's and sometimes F's. When Harry gets to his new school, no one judged him, except for...
