"Perfect!" shouted Harry as he stormed back into the house, seeing Liam eating what he usually had for breakfast – Honey Nut Cheerios; the milk dribbling down his chin. "He must have popped my tires after he left last night!"
"Who?" asked Liam with his mouth full, trying to swallow it down even as he stuck the spoon back into his mouth.
He didn't leave the house until two more hours passed since he was a gym teacher, but Harry always left extremely early in order to greet his students as they walked into the building. He wanted them to get the feeling of importance when he did so that they could go about the rest of their day smoothly.
"L– Mr.Tomlinson!" said Harry angrily, and Liam raised his eyebrow in shock. In the A.M was when Harry was the happiest, usually starting everyday off with a huge smile on his face and positive attitude; but this time he was starting off pensive and frustrated. It was unlike anything Liam had seen before, yet so amusing. "And now I'm going to get to work late, and the kids will be upset–!"
"Relax, just use my car to get to work. I'll ask Danielle for a ride." interrupted Liam, but then began grinning from ear to ear. "Mr.Tomlinson was here? Were you guys on some date or something?"
"No! We had to bake those cupcakes for the fundraiser– I almost forgot them! Can you take them out of the oven and wrap it, please? Where are your car keys?" asked Harry frantically, walking into the living room and immediately walking over to the mantel where they keep small things.
"Under the cup on the mantel." responded Liam as he followed Harry's instructions, grabbing the plastic cupcake holder and placing them in each slot one by one. Harry found the keys and slid the ring attached to it around his finger so that he wouldn't drop them, eyeing Mr.Tomlinson's backpack in front of his foot and taking that as well. "So nothing happened with you guys while I was gone...?"
"Nothing! We just made cupcakes- and then kissed." mumbled Harry, his voice getting lower towards the end, but Liam heard him loud and clear and began to choke. He wouldn't be able to keep this from his best friend anyways, so it was better to tell him now than later. "But it meant nothing. We were just fooling around and one thing lead to another."
"Okay, but did he kiss you first or-"
There was silence from Harry and Liam began to bang his hand on the countertop as if he was an ape, his expression wild and disconcerted. He couldn't form words to express how he was feeling to Harry, sticking only to shrieking and squealing until he was able to speak again, a hysterical smile on his face. "Liam, it really isn't-"
"You kissed him first? Fuck, Harry, you're a savage! How did it feel? Did you guys end up having sex in here? Is that why my bed smells like that?" interrogated Liam, and Harry really wished that Liam would hurry up with packing his cupcakes because he couldn't handle answering all of these questions right now. He knew that he needed to head off to work, but he also knew better not to blow off his best friend while he was in an excited mood.
"One, your bed smells like that because of you. I thought I was high when I kissed him."
"You- You thought that you were high? You're joking right? Because I really want to laugh."
Cringing, Harry shook his head and took the protected cupcakes, avoiding eye contact with Liam as he stared at Harry with a perplexed gaze. He didn't feel like reminiscing the events that went down in the kitchen last night because he had already thought about them before he went to sleep, which was only for two hours. He couldn't believe that he stayed up all night because of this man who hated him one minute and then was kissing him the next- but that was probably all for the prank. "He put kale leaves in the cupcakes and told me that it was weed. I believed him and then- got caught up."
"He put kale leaves in them? Does it taste good?" questioned Liam, raising his eyebrow when Harry began to whine and turn around to walk towards the door.
"They are freaking delicious, Liam!" exclaimed Harry lividly. "And I cannot believe that I was so stupid! He knew that I would believe him and then make an utter fool of myself!"
"Are you blaming him because kale cupcakes made you do and say things that the Harry I know wouldn't say aloud?" The question made Harry stop opening the door, and he let his hand rest on top of the knob while gnawing at his bottom lip. He knew that what Liam was saying was true and that it was partially himself to blame, but he couldn't help but be frustrated at Louis for bringing out that side of him. "Maybe he was giving you a little push."
"Or maybe he wanted to just prank me."
"So you're telling me that he didn't try to stop the kiss from happening before it actually did?" asked Liam systematically, his gaze making Harry crack under pressure. He knew that Louis tried to stop the kiss from happening, and he remembered how he tried to tell Harry to stop, but he still ended up kissing back- now Harry can't stop thinking about the way Louis' lips felt on his own and it's all so surreal.
And okay, Liam has him there, and Harry does not like admitting when he is right. "I'm going to work now. I'll see you when you get there later."
Liam hummed and sat back down in his seat to continue eating his cereal; rolling his eyes as he watched Harry leave out through the front door, nearly tripping over the first step and dropping his cupcakes all over the ground. "See you later, Harry."
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Before Harry walked into the building, he made sure to run his hands through his hair in the rearview mirror for some odd reason, and he really does not know why, but he does have the overwhelming urge to impress more than usual. He gritted his teeth at his reflection and got out of Liam's car, a smile immediately spreading across his face when students began to greet him as they walked in the direction of the school, their expressions bright and cheery.
"Are we having a bake sale today, Mr.Styles?" asked one student curiously when Harry walked through the doors, their inquisitive eyes focused on the box he was carrying.
"Yes, we are. It'll be a dollar for each. They will be sold at lunch." replied Harry, then walking down the hall so that he could go to the teacher's lounge and put them in the refridgerator. When he made it inside, he was met by the company of Luke, Nurse Martinez, and Mr.Urie; who were all sitting at one table while eating frozen yogurt and having a laugh. "Good morning wonderful people. Hello, Luke."
"Ouch, my heart." said Luke bluntly, sticking a spoonful of froyo into his mouth while rolling his eyes. "Hope you're not too upset that I didn't show up last night. I'm sure that Louis already told you why."
How could I forget? thought Harry bitterly as he stuffed the boxes of cupcakes into the fridge, biting his tongue to refrain from saying something unnecesarily rude to Luke, who he knew was only bringing it up in attempt to get Harry angry. "Yes, he did tell me all about the amount of begging you did that night. I'm sure you had fun dealing with that massive hangover too, huh?"
Luke doesn't say anything for the longest time, instead blushing furiously and pushing himself out of his seat, muttering an excuse me before rushing out of the teacher's lounge; leaving his cup of froyo behind. Before Harry could process what he had said, his mouth fell open and he leaned against the counter with his head in his hands. He could not believe that he just put Luke on the spot like that in front of two teachers who were best known for gossip. He felt like an absolute A-Hole.
He sees Nurse Martinez choke on her froyo from the corner of his eye, and he knew that she seemed to be shell-shocked from his sudden mood change. "Woah, Harry, are you feeling alright? Did that coffee maker hit you in the head and shake up your brain a bit? What's with the sudden anger?"
"I think he's pretty savage." said Mr.Urie with a shrug of his shoulders, using his tongue to swipe up what was left inside of his cup, some of the liquid getting onto his chin. "I also think that I prefer dark Harry more than happy Harry."
"No, no, dark Harry does not exist. I am just having an off-day. God, I feel terrible." muttered Harry while rubbing his face in his hands. And he knew that he had no reason to feel terrible when Luke was the one to provoke the argument, and the man deserved everything that he had coming to him- but Harry didn't think that he'd ever be the person to do it. "I'm the worst person on this Earth, aren't I? I am now damned and I will be going to hell."
"You are not going to hell." assured Nurse Martinez graciously, taking the cup that Luke left and sticking her own spoon inside of it. "If you think about it, he deserved it. He rubbed in going on a date with Mr.Tomlinson even though he knew that you liked him-"
"I don't like Mr.Tomlinson!" shouted Harry indignantly, making the nurse jump in her seat.
"Likewise."
They all turned their attention over to the door where Mr.Tomlinson was standing in his usual white button up and black jeans, his arms hanging at his sides with that same unreadable expression on his face from last night. He was staring at Harry with so much attentiveness that the curly haired man suddenly felt bothered by his presence, pulling at his cuff links as some form of distraction from the amount of tension in the room. Mr.Urie looked between the two and nudged Nurse Martinez before standing up, unaware of the white ring around his mouth as he spoke.
"So Melanie and I are gonna go now-"
Nurse Martinez whined as Mr.Urie grabbed her arm, making grabby motions towards her chair as the man pulled her away from it. "But I wanted to watch the-!"
"Bye guys!" called out Mr.Urie as they walked out of the room, leaving only Mr.Tomlinson and Harry standing several feet away from one another, completely motionless. If Harry wasn't frozen, he would be biting his nails at this point until all he could see was flesh, but then again he probably wouldn't because he had way more sense than that. At first, he expected Mr.Tomlinson to make a smart remark and walk right out of Harry's eyesight, but the man's eyes flickered to what was being carried over Harry's shoulder.
"Is that my bookbag?"
"No." lied Harry hastily, sticking his nose in the air as Louis blinked.
"It literally has my name on the front of it. It says Louis Tomlinson on the bag, Harry."
"What do you have in here anyways?" questioned Harry, ignoring the proclamation and placing his hand over the zipper of the bag. "I bet it's your bag filled with tricks. Maybe there's a lesson plan in here on how to ruin my life."
"Sure wouldn't mind making one now." muttered Louis under his breath, then rubbing his temples. "May I please have my bag back now? I have a class to teach in thirty minutes and I can't go in without it. Stop being such a child, Harry."
And okay, Harry was thinking about handing it over, but Mr.Tomlinson had just called him a child and Harry feels extremely offended. How was he being the child when all Louis did was play with Harry's feelings? It was a question he should have asked, but instead he tones it down the slightest and makes it about what was happening in general. "How am I the child when you're the one pranking me all the time? If anything, you're the child. I am the adult."
"Cute. Give me my bag now." demanded Louis with his hand held out, walking closer to the man, who was raising the bag higher and farther away. Harry was glad that the man was shorter than him because it meant that he had too much pride to jump for it. "Harry, I'm serious."
"What are you going to do? Pop my tires again? Kiss me?" taunted Harry sharply, and he feels all the anger from this morning bubbling up inside of him once more. Suddenly, Louis starts to breathe erratically, his hands flying up so that he could clutch his chest. "Are you seriously trying to prank me again right now? Pretending to have asthma just so that you can get me to give you the bag? Well-"
Louis shook his head wildly and felt around his neck, his eyes a skittish blue as he pointed towards the front pocket of the bag and fell to his knees. "Please, it's in the front, fuck."
"Sure it is." said Harry with a dry smile, reaching into the front pocket of the bookbag and wrapping his hand around something small and metallic, his face instantly dropping when he realized that it was, in fact, an inhaler. He frantically pulled it out and kneeled beside Louis to give it to him, flinching when the man snatched it from his hands and stuck it into his mouth, pushing on the top with a shaky thumb. "Oh my God, Louis, I am so sorry- I didn't know-"
"Fuck off. Get the hell out of my face." commanded Louis harshly, pulling the inhaler away from his mouth and letting his arms fall to his sides. "God, you're such an idiot."
"O-Okay. I'm sorry, Louis. I really am." breathed Harry before standing up, leaving the bag on top of the table next to them with trembling hands. He couldn't believe that he was so dumb- he could've killed Mr.Tomlinson today and he wouldn't have been forgiven by anyone. He couldn't believe that he let his frustration get in the way of Louis' health.
Maybe he was the child.
NOTE: FUCK HARRY WHAT THE HELL!!! I CANT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED IM SO SHOCKED!!! #darkharryrise