Hands On Learning

12. without permission

Liam stopped laughing long enough to point at Louis and mouth, "Bet you say daddy." Lexie noticed movement beside her and turned to look at him, he quickly dropped his hand.

"What are you doing Liam?"

"Nothing, sorry for laughing. He's just jealous you're making moves, aren't you Lewis?"

"Alright let's all stop fucking with each other and watch a movie," Louis suggested, having had enough of this conversation. He much preferred to be the one giving others shit about their love lives.

Lexie picked Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street off of her On Demand channel. "We're watching a musical with your man crush Johnny Depp if you agree to stop giving me shit about Mr. Horan," She bargained. She meant man crush as in straight guy's admitting a guy is attractive, right? Of course she did. He faintly remembered being buzzed once on a couple of beers snuck from the fridge and saying that if he were a girl he would have posters of Johnny all over his bedroom walls and watch Don Juan every night. Or something like that.

"Lexie come on let me have my fun, you know I thrive off of fucking with my friends," Louis whined like a child. "You want to see it too, given your preference for older men."

"Rest of the week," she offered.

"Fine," he finally agreed, because aside from his love of plays and musicals he also had a preference for older men. Especially with brunette hair and a dark side. He was surprised that the actor had a ridiculously good singing voice and loved the movie so much he decided he was going to buy it some other day.

After the movie they lounged on the carpet and did their homework together, with Liam making a rather sly remark about Louis studying extra hard in Chemistry lately and Louis mouthing back a 'fuck you.' Around 9 pm they called it a night and Louis went home. He realized he still had yet to get his soccer ball back and texted Mr. Styles.

Louis– I left my soccer ball at your house when can I get it back? I kind of need it for practice i'd rather not use the spares

H– well I don't think it would look very good for me to be giving it back at school... why don't you come by tomorrow night instead of staying after? Show me what you'll do for it

Louis was truly shocked by that. What he'd do for it? What was that supposed to mean? Would he need to choke on his dick or something? Let his daddy own and use him till he couldn't stand anymore pleasure? He would be just fine with any or all of those things.

Louis – anything you want, daddy

H– good. you won't regret it. same time as last?

Louis– yes daddy

H– see you then x

Louis decided to go to bed a little early, considering he wouldn't be getting nearly as much sleep tomorrow night. He wasn't really tired at all though and let out an annoyed sigh as he rolled over multiple times for half an hour. He made himself a cup of chamomile tea and sat cross legged on his bed as he sipped it. He put in his earbuds to listen to a couple songs, starting with Trouble by his queen Halsey. He couldn't fucking wait for the album Badlands to drop at the end of August and started getting excited, thinking about where she might go on tour. Okay he needed to calm down this was counterproductive. He closed his eyes and tried to zone out, restarting the song, the heat of his drink warming his palms as he clutched his cup.

Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
Would you sit me on a couch?
With your fingers in my mouth?
You look so cool when you're reading me