Falling For The Bully (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 19 - "Mature boys doing mature things."

All very good questions.

"Stop-Harry, no, c'mon." Erin stammers frustratedly, tugging on Harry's sleeve, wanting to gain control.

Harry senses her furious tone, but can feel her eyes not leaving the scenery down the hall by the lockers as well.

It is a pretty surprising scenery, you can't really blame anyone for not missing the full on tongue, saliva whatever fucking else included in that disastrous make out session.

God, Harry hates Louis so much. He doesn't fucking care if he doesn't mean it, he just really despises him right now.

Harry clears his throat, lips forming into a line, a sudden nothing but a fake grin plastering his face. "First period, shall we?" He says, not even waiting for Erin's response, or Erin herself as he sprints towards English class, frowning like a mad man on the way.

Ms Urban, poor woman. She could really use attention once in a while, attention is very important. Harry isn't paying attention to her right now. Is anyone even paying attention to her? Is anyone even paying attention to Harry? Is Louis paying attention to Harry? Jesus Christ, Harry is going crazy.

Why Louis, why, why, why why.

All Harry wanted to point out was a simple break, he didn't tell Louis to fucking throw himself onto anyone possible just to satisfy his hormones!

This had to be dealt in a different way. Harry had to get it straight with him. This could not go on further. Kissing others just 'cause a break was mentioned? This is unhealthy, unbelievable...this is catastrophe!

No, Harry is not being dramatic! He just needs a few things to be cleared up. It's why he's going to do it the mature but fairly quick way.

"moving fast I see, congratulations on your new gf. I hope you both the best of luck. Don't call me when your wedding arrangements are done and wanna invite me, I will be busy. Thanks, all the love"

Harry types under his desk, the text going through, 'delivered' popping at the bottom of the speech bubble.

That wasn't that harsh, right? Obviously, Harry doesn't mean to be rude. No, no, no, of course, Harry doesn't want to be rude. He just wanted to clarify his feelings because he really couldn't give a flying pan about whoever Louis is dating. Why should he? None of his business.

Just when the word 'delivered' formed, a ding echoes inside of the classroom and could Harry even take a guess who is responsible for it? No, he doen't even have to turn around.

"Tomlinson, please turn it off or hand it over here," Ms Urban says warningly towards Louis' way, her palm out.

"It's off, Miss. Sorry for the disruption, please do go on." Louis says with his experimented flirty tone, his Yorkshire accent thick as he winks, Harry unsure whether it was to Ms Urban or him because two mischievous blue eyes are suddenly boring into his.

Harry turns around with a mental 'hmph', arms crossed over with his phone on silent obviously.

Harry dares Louis to respond to him, if he's even got the balls for it.

No longer than few seconds, the buzz inside of Harry's pocket startles him. Sliding it out, he makes sure, hopes he doesn't get caught by Miss Urban and views the text.

"do i sense a jealous styles ? cute! x"

As if!

"Can't say I'm jealous when I've got myself a much better kisser. What was that anyway? A make out or a slop session? You make monkey kisses seem more attractive. 👅💦🚫"

Louis asked for it, now don't blame Harry! The next text comes rather smoothly.

"weren't complaining when it was you who got to have'm, were you now? 👅💦👌🏼 and whos that kisser of yours? imaginary best kisser in town tommo the tomlinson? Sooooo cute! x"

How can someone be so guilty yet so cocky and proud of them self? Why is Louis not embarrassed or ashamed even the tiniest bit? Harry would've been burying himself deep down with the words 'betrayer' by his side. Louis Tomlinson is cruel. Harry isn't going to leave this text conversation, not now.

"Not aware of this tommo being you're blabbering about. My person is nice, sweet, pretty handsome and a very good kisser. Really fills in the spot of past individuals, I must admit."

Now Harry may be throwing a few false information from left and right, but it's for the sake of a comeback! Besides, he doesn't actually want to reveal Michael's identity, not yet at least.

Harry's phone lights up with a brand new text, "love, hope you aren't bullshitting me rn"

"Am not."

Just as Harry happily bites his lip at Louis' sudden possessive reaction, a chair slides against the floor unappreciatively loud and rude. The whole class, including Harry turn their heads towards the back left corner. Watching the furious blue eyed boy, Harry tucks his phone inside of his dress pants, completely stunned by the visual in front of him.

"We'll be back in a few Miss, just gonna check out something with Harry over here," Louis rushes his words rather clumsily, making a hold of Harry's wrist, not even allowing Harry to push his chair back and stand up like a proper human being but stumble out of his chair and out the door with the love but psychopath of his life.

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It's been long, my writing may have downgraded and I truly am sorry for it. I've typed this quickly on my phone at 2am. So...feedback? :P

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