Larry Stylinson One Shots

Teach Me A Lesson.

Harry shook his head at the envelope. He knew what it was. It was addressed from the dean's office, with a stamp marking the University logo on it. Harry threw the letter down on the counter, sighing. He knew he was falling behind in maths; it was never his best subject and was quickly proving detrimental to his studies at University. He knew what he had to do, as embarrassed as he was to do it. He would walk down to Student Services later and request a tutor. He only hoped it would be a nice guy, someone he could get on with. So, he filled out the form and turned it in.

Two days later, he got a call. He was to meet his new tutor at the Starbucks around five. He showed up, not knowing what to expect, and found that his tutor was the guy who sat in front of him in Music Appreciation, Louis Tomlinson. He had always fancied him; He was strikingly handsome, with an AMAZING ass. They talked on occasion, about the classwork or music they both liked, and found out that they went to the same Script concert. Harry even vaguely recalled meeting Lou in the bathrooms, but he never wanted to bring it up, just in case memory failed him and it wasn't Louis. They seemed to get on well, so Harry was glad to find he was his tutor. Maybe having a cute upperclassman teach him math would make it easier to understand. Or not. Who knew.

Louis was a good tutor. Within the first few minutes of their initial session, he had found a way to explain Quadratic Functions to Harry, who looked at it like it was a foreign language. He smiled because he was finally understanding something that seemed so hard just minutes before. They decided to meet at Starbucks on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the tutoring sessions. Soon enough, they exchanged numbers and knew each other's coffee orders. Harry would show up five minutes early just so he could order Louis' coffee for him. He thought he was getting a good vibe from him; he thought maybe Louis had a crush on him too. He knew that it may be preposterous - a Senior dating a sophomore - but crazier things had happened, right? Harry tried to brush his feelings off, but he just couldn't shake that feeling of butterflies that he got every time he was supposed to study. Math became a reminder of how crazy he was for Louis. So, he decided he would tell him; Harry was going to take a shot at Louis, the sexy and intelligent senior that he met in music class.

He waited at Starbuck the next Tuesday for an hour with no text or call from Louis. He threw his hands up in the air after four coffees, thinking, Maybe it's a sign. Maybe I shouldn't have thought about doing this.

Just when he was about to leave, his phone buzzed.

From: Louis ;)

Hey mate, sorry I didn't make it today. Took a nasty spill down the stairs at the building today. I've been in the ER for hours! Broken ankle. Could you by chance come pick me up?

Harry smiled. Maybe this was it; maybe this was his moment to make a move. So he texted Louis back, letting him know he'd be there, walked back to his car, and drove. When he finally arrived at the hospital, he saw Louis sitting outside on a bench, crutches beside him. He pulled up to the curb and got out, leaving the car running. Louis smiled when he saw Harry; his entire demeanor got brighter, and it made Harry blush. He walked around the car and approached Louis.

"Hi Hazza," Louis said. Harry gave him a questioning look. "What?" Louis asked, beaming at Harry.

"Nothing, just the name. Where did you come up with it?"

"Well, I'm Louis, and you're Harry. And I like you, so you need a nickname, and why not Hazza? I like Zs." He spoke and Harry realized he had had painkillers. He giggled at Louis and all his cuteness.

"Come on," Harry chuckled. "Let's get you home." Harry helped Louis into the car and pecked him on the cheek. Lou giggled and took his crutches from Harry. When they got back to the apartment, Harry helped Louis up to his flat and put him on the couch. "Okay, sleep off that medicine and I'll be back in the morning, okay?" Harry patted Louis' hand and started to leave. Lou grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back.

"Staaaaaaay," Louis begged. "I don't wanna be alone! What if I have to pee?"

Harry giggled at the older boy. "Okay, I'll chill out in this chair then, yeah?" Louis nodded and snuggled into the couch, pulling the blanket up to his chin. Harry plopped down in the chair and opened a magazine. After finding nothing of substance, he yawned and glanced over at Louis, sleeping like a baby.

He's so beautiful, Harry thought. God, what I would give to have him. He walked over and kissed Lou's forehead and went into the bedroom. before he realized what he was doing, he was in Louis' bed, falling asleep.

He woke up a few hours later to noise in the living room. He jumped awake, realizing he was in Louis' bed half naked. He got up and walked into the living room to find Louis propped up watching TV.  He glanced up when he heard Harry walk in the room.

"Hey there. I'm sorry about earlier, I was acting kind of foolish, yeah?" Harry nodded at him.

"It's okay. I didn't want to leave you alone, and you asked me to stay, but now that you're up I'll leave if you want." He found his shirt on the back of the chair and picked it up.

"No, please stay. I'd like to have someone to watch TV with at four in the morning," Louis smiled and said. Harry sat down on the couch beside him and Louis leaned into his chest. Harry blushed and put his arm around him. Louis looked up at him and smiled. After a while, Louis spoke. "Can I ask you a question?" he said.

"Sure," Harry replied.

"When you kissed me in the car? Did you mean that, like, romantically?" Louis had a touch of nervousness in his voice.

Harry cleared his throat. "Well, uhm, I guess so... I mean, I always thought you were cute."

Lou put his hand on Harry's bare chest. "Wow, that's so good, I mean. I've kinda liked you too. Can I do something?" Louis asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, a shake in his voice. Louis stretched up and place his lips gently on Harry's. Harry put his hand on the back of Louis' neck and Louis ran his fingers through Harry's curls. Harry sighed against Louis lips, sending a shiver down his spine. They pulled apart after a long while and smiled at each other.

"I think this is going to be the best bone I've ever broken," Louis said.