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Apparently Louis could have picked a better day to skip school.

Mr. Horan was kind of overly nice to Louis during practice, making sure to acknowledge most things that the boy did. Was he being awkward? Yes. Did Louis really mind all the compliments though? Of course not. Louis deserved all the compliments that have ever been complimented, and all the ones that have yet to be given.

Was Louis in pain during practice like he used to be when he got fucked nice and hard by Mr. Styles in the afternoons? Shockingly enough, he wasn't. All the riding and being folded up like a little pretzel had him warmed up.

Listening to the rumors made up about him today was the hard part. His teammates repeated things like, 'he dressed up in a hot little outfit because he was going to parade around with his boyfriend Liam, but his ex-girlfriend Ashley got in a fight with him and he had to go home.' And 'tomorrow you and Liam will get another chance to proclaim your undying Lilo love.' Yes he actually heard the words 'Lilo love' come out of people's mouths.

Dirty and exhausted, he was so glad when practice was over. It's not like his teammates were being mean to him, but he was kind of over listening to them talk to him about it or try to guess who started the rumors. Louis knew that it was of fucking course Ashley, she probably texted one of her hoe minions as soon as she could. Which reminded him. Wonder what he would be told about her fate tomorrow?

He got home and Mr. Styles had left the door unlocked, and a note on the counter saying he would be back in about half an hour. Louis went and showered, tempted to leave his muddy uniform on the nice, clean floor just to see what would happen with his neat freak daddy but, he didn't.

They had a quiet night, sitting closely on the couch while Mr. Styles planned lessons and other teacherly stuff, and Louis did his homework. The boy started laughing as he did his for Chemistry.

"What's funny?" Mr. Styles was looking down at him with a smile.

"I'm sitting next to my teacher while doing my chemistry homework. I don't know, it makes me laugh." The man laughed quietly too.

"Yeah, well you're not getting the answers."

"I know daddy," Louis replied. "Don't need them anyways, I'm smart as fuck."

"Smart mouth too." He pinched Louis' hip and the boy squeaked.

-

The next morning, Mr. Styles' alarm went off at four am. Four freaking am in the morning.

"Why," Louis whined, obnoxiously.

"Just go back to sleep." He pressed a kiss to Louis' face and the boy frowned. "I need to be at school earlier than you. And I work out first." And Louis was wide awake now.

"Um, I forgot to study for a test, so, I'll keep you company," he lied, having no test.

"Okay, sure. Was just going to do some boxing, lift weights. I'll go running later."

Louis wished very much in this moment that he had a high quality camera to record this promising day. He didn't trust his voice right now and nodded, besides his best conversations weren't made in the am. He pulled his spandex shorts on, not even bothering with panties, and a loose white v neck. Mr. Styles put his curls up in a tiny bun, it being just long enough, and Louis so wasn't prepared to see that.

Would Louis survive the morning? He wasn't sure.

Louis lounged on the sofa in the basement, sipping tea and eating a bagel while 'reading' an upside down book, or rather, watching his shirtless daddy sweat and annihilate a punching bag with quick jabs. His muscles were so perfect, not too small or big. Louis was tired, but had no regrets.

He had finished his breakfast and wasn't even pretending to read his random text book anymore, leaving it open beside him.

Because Louis was so hard it hurt. He kept thinking about how this was why his daddy was so strong and could hold Louis up against the wall so easily... He bit his lip harshly between his teeth, wanting to at least palm himself, just once. He could get away with that, he just needed something and maybe Mr. Styles would make time to get him off before school. It was kind of inconvenient, the whole Louis not being allowed to touch himself rule. But also really, really fucking hot. And so was his 'punishment' when he broke it.

Louis had his little hand pressing down on his hard length, through his shorts, his eyes closed. He could not possibly be any more vulnerable to being caught if he tried. Unless he called out his daddy's name, so lost in pleasure.

"Daddy!" He whimpered and that certainly got the man's attention, stopping his workout to look over.

"What are you doing Louis?" Louis opened his eyes with a gasp, lifting his hand and tucking it under him.

-

L&H

"I-" Mr. Styles walked over and scooped Louis up, the boy clinging onto him. Louis' clothes were getting sweaty as he pressed himself up against his bare chest but, he probably wouldn't be wearing them soon anyways. Judging from the look in his daddy's eyes.

"Little slut," he said quietly, giving Louis a short kiss with a nip to his bottom lip. He was carrying Louis somewhere, the boy didn't really care to notice. "Wanted me to see didn't you?" Louis was so turned on he was letting out little gasps while his daddy was making a love bite high on the right side of his neck – possessive bastard, Louis thought.

"Daddy," he whined, moving his hips against the man's. He meant to complain about his daddy marking him up for everyone to see but, Mr. Styles was saying such filthy things in his ear now, it was pretty distracting. That and he was shoving two of his fingers in Louis' mouth.

"Did I spoil you yesterday? Let you ride me, fuck yourself on my cock until you couldn't anymore?" He took his fingers out, shoving Louis' shorts down and pushing into his entrance. The boy gasped quietly, his eyes closed and focusing on what he was saying, not being made to answer this time.

"Think you can do whatever you want, right in front of me too?"

Louis unexpectedly whined loudly as he added a second, moving them in and out of him quickly now.

"Oh, daddy, fuck, fuck please." Mr. Styles removed his fingers, leaving him empty. He heard the shower turn on and lifted his head to see they were in the upstairs bathroom.

"We don't have a lot of time so, we're gonna try something different. See how fast I can make you come," he said smugly, and Louis' mind went wild trying to think what he was going to do to him.

"Get in." He set Louis down and the boy stepped in, facing the wall. Mr. Styles pulled on his shoulder and turned him around. He gripped the back of Louis' thighs. "Up." And Louis was in his arms wrapping his legs around his waist tightly. "Tell me if this is too much," he warned Louis, shifting his hands around. He slid them up the boy's thighs to rest behind his knees. He pushed Louis' knees up until his thighs were against his chest. The boy was literally folded in half and pinned against the wall right now, his knees bent as if he was kneeling.

Louis felt him rubbing against his rim, then he accidentally thrusted too hard and Louis took his entire length right away. The boy let out a startled scream as he adjusted. Mr. Styles was sweating just to hear that sound but stopped moving, thinking he hurt him.

"Okay, Louis?"

He nodded frantically, whining, "Oh daddy, please fuck me, felt so good, please do it ag-" When his daddy thrust up into him he stopped talking and bit his bottom lip hard, eyes shut tightly and cheeks growing hotter by the moment, just focusing on the pleasure shooting through him. Louis didn't have to do a thing to stay up. He couldn't move even if he wanted to, and he whined in frustration when he tried to push back on his daddy's cock.

"Come on Louis. Don't hold it back. Want to hear you now."

"Daddy! Harder, ugh," he gritted out, holding onto him tightly, his fingertips digging into the man's shoulders. He whimpered, it was so deep and utterly satisfying, and he was going to come soon. He opened his glassy eyes, pleading softly with the man staring at him and leaning in for a kiss.

Louis knew the answer would be no, but he couldn't help himself, "Will you please touch me daddy?"

"I don't know, should I Louis?" He teased him, loving the look Louis got on his face when he was desperate like this.

"Please daddy!" He whimpered.

"How about," he paused, "I don't touch you until tomorrow? Only let you come from my cock now. Maybe from something else later." Despite being told he'd be denied what he asked for, Louis bucked his hips forward, this turned him on in a different way. Louis wanted to be good, but he also liked to be bad sometimes, because that's when it got really kinky. For all he knew his daddy had sex toys he hadn't even seen yet.

"Like it when I say no to you, Louis? Tell you what to do?" Louis nodded his head shamelessly. "Such a twink, fuck." He held Louis firmly in place as he thrust into him, finding his prostate.

"Daddy!" Louis screamed, he kept saying such filthy things to him while he was mercilessly pounding into him and he was so close. "I do, I love it so much." He got a spank, his daddy's wet hand making him jolt and cry out - barely able to stop himself from coming.

"Please daddy, I can't last any longer!" He begged in his high voice.

"I can tell, why don't you beg for me again?" Louis whined in frustration, resting his forehead on the man's shoulder, feeling him readjust his grip on Louis' legs and thrust harder.

"Please, daddy," he whispered, practically crying now from how amazing it felt, "I'm so hard, love it when... you talk like that, ugh!"

"Like that huh? Come for me Louis." As soon as the words left his mouth Louis was coming with a high, drawn out moan, holding onto the man tighter when he filled Louis up.

When their breathing had slowed, he carefully pulled out of Louis and lowered him to stand.

Louis wondered if anyone else was having as much sex as he and Mr. Styles were. Maybe if they worked from home or something.

-

L

They both got ready, Mr. Styles leaving earlier than Louis since teachers needed to be there first. Louis had forgotten about the rumor, until he got to school and heard his name in people's mouths again. He was asked outright if he and Liam were dating, or he heard quiet comments. Louis probably wouldn't blink twice if a camera crew ran up to him and said he was on a prank tv show at this point.

"Don't these fuckers have anyone else to talk about?" He complained when he joined his friends.

Lexie replied, "Yes but they aren't as pretty to stare at while gossiping about them."

Liam smiled. "Zayn thinks I'm pretty."

Louis rolled his eyes. "Too bad everyone doesn't know Liam is so Zayn as fuck he probably collects his fallen eyelashes. Then they'd drop this bullshit."

"I so don't do that what the fuck."

"I wouldn't mind some Ziam proof," Lexie commented.

Liam smirked. "Maybe Zayn can pick me up from school tomorrow."

Lexie practically shouted, "Make out with him, fuck yeah! Throw him up against the wall! I'd pay to see that." The boys were staring at her, slightly shocked.

Liam spoke first, "Why not? I mean who wouldn't want to flaunt Zayn around?"

"You really need to get laid Lexie," Louis teased her. She ignored him, because he was such a little shit sometimes.

"Yeah well, you know it would shut everyone up about Louis. Then they'd just be talking about how hot your boyfriend is."

"True that," Liam agreed very seriously before asking for either Lexie or Louis to clarify. "But is this a serious conversation?"

"I don't even know," Lexie admitted.

Louis was smirking to remember the latest in Louis' news. "Okay what is it Louis?" She asked.

"I'm staying with a certain someone for the whole week. He invited me since my mom left for a business trip."

"Well shit," Liam said excitedly. "At least come back to yours for a party or something!"

"Yeah, we'll see. We can hang out someday for sure."

"Can I bring Zayn?" Liam asked hopefully.

"Yeah, sure even hot sales boy."

Lexie grabbed Louis by the arm. "I need to talk to Mr. Horan, let's go. Bye Liam!" She pulled him behind her, obviously on a mission.

"Am I supposed to watch you awkwardly flirt with him before class starts?"

"No just, go away or something. Go do your guy stuff in the locker room."

"Alright fine. Use protection."

"Louis stop! I'm already getting flustered just to talk to him. You're not helping," she scolded.

"I can't wait to hear about this." She pushed him lightly once they were in the gym, literally making him go away before she approached Mr. Horan. Louis just sat on the bleachers opposite them, searching Tumblr for more Joshler one shots. Nothing more exhilarating than being able to read fanfic at school and not worry about anyone being nosey.

He muttered quietly to himself, "What the hell is shameless smut?"

-

Lexie

"Mr. Horan?" She asked hesitantly, getting the man's attention as he set up a volleyball net.

"Hi, Lexie what's up?" He smiled at her widely.

"I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I was upset about Louis."

He nodded. "It's okay, I understand. It escalated quickly. I'm glad you – um, no one was hurt." And Lexie didn't miss that 'you' in there. She practically squealed and jumped him right then.

"Thank you, Mr. Horan!" She eyed him up. "Would you like some help?"

"Sure, that'd be great!"

-

L

When she was finished sucking up, she rejoined Louis who was reading about Josh working a lubed up vibrator into Tyler's ass at the moment. She sat with him and he quickly exited out. He didn't want to have a conversation about the gay porn he just discovered in front of Mr. Horan, even if he was all the way across the gym. He didn't have the best luck with Mr. Horan and stuff like that.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked her.

"Nexie is so alive right now." She sighed contentedly.

"Did he use tongue or was he a gentleman? I wasn't allowed to witness remember?"

"Oh hush. We just bonded. I said sorry about yesterday. He didn't care. I don't think anything ever fazes him."

"It really doesn't," Louis agreed. They got through gym class without any injuries, which was definitely a success for the two.

-

Louis was called to the office later that morning, and informed that Ashley was suspended for three days and wouldn't be back in school until Friday. He was pretty surprised when they mentioned his 'excused absence from school yesterday after the incident.' He was pretty sure he knew who would have done that for him.

"We don't tolerate repeat offenses of any bullying or harassment of students, she is aware that if something like this happens again, she will be expelled – no matter how close to graduation."

Louis just nodded, he didn't really want to talk about it. He was satisfied with how it turned out. He wouldn't feel one bit guilty calling her ass out even if it was one day before graduation. It'd be karma at its finest.

"Was there anything you wanted to discuss with us Louis?"

"Like what? I'm fine."

"Well if you're okay with everything, then you can go back to class."

"Okay, thanks."

-

When he got to chemistry class, he took his usual spot and a guy he vaguely recognized took Ashley's usual seat. He looked pretty normal, attractive with dark blonde hair and deep brown eyes. He saw Louis looking over and smiled. "Hi."

"Hi."

"I'm missing my partner today too, figured I'd join you."

"Yeah. She's not that great of a partner, to be honest."

"You're Louis right?"

"Yep."

"I'm Evan. But yeah, I heard what happened with her. She's such a bitch honestly."

"Yeah I'd say that's an accurate description." They both laughed. Guess he wasn't the only one who had problems with that she devil.

"So not to be rude or anything, but pretty much everyone is already talking about it. Is it true you're dating your best friend now?"

"No. We've never been together. It's just a rumor."

"Oh, okay."

"But it is true that I'm gay," Louis added because he just didn't care if people knew anymore. Evan nodded, not seeming to care either. "People talk about me a lot and make shit up. Basically don't believe anything that comes from someone's mouth unless it's Liam Payne or Lexie Hurrine."

"As in Mr. Horan? Are they related?"

"No, it's just pronounced the same. Hers is spelled H-u-r-r-i-n-e."

"Gotcha. I wonder if the teacher is coming, he should have been here like ten minutes ago."

Louis looked around, trying not to appear too concerned that Mr. Styles wasn't here yet. "Oh yeah. I guess that's why we had time to talk."

He arrived a minute or so later, apologizing for being late and getting right to explaining their experiment today. His gaze flickered back and forth between Louis and Evan briefly, and his expression was unreadable. He mostly looked distracted. Guess Louis would have to wait till after class to find out. He stopped worrying about it and paid attention.

It was a nice change to not hate the person he had to sit with for almost an hour at the end of his day. Evan was nice, and smart. They finished their experiment a little early and after making their lab report together, Louis brought it up front to hand in to Mr. Styles. He cleared his throat so the man would look up, handing it to him personally.

"Thank you, Louis." They really needed to be more careful about showing their fond, and just exchanged small smiles.

He sat with Evan and they just talked quietly until class was over. Hopefully they could sit together from now on and Ashley would have to finally fuck off. The other open seat was only right across the aisle, but still, at least she couldn't touch him or copy his test. Good enough.

Class ended and he waited to see Mr. Styles, not sure what the plan was this week.

"Why were you late daddy?" Louis asked quietly when he met him at his desk, not sure what was going on with the man's mood. He was glad not to be met with a glare, but instead motioned to sit on his lap, which Louis happily did.

"I was actually having this made." Mr. Styles reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver key. He held it up in the air and smiled at Louis, before placing it in the boy's outstretched palm. Louis turned it over in his fingers. "It's a copy of my house key. You might need to get in while I'm not there."

"Oh. Okay, thanks daddy."

"Just took longer than I thought it would. I'm getting my tattoo started today, so I won't be back until at least six. So you can do what you'd like."

"I might hang out with my friends for awhile then daddy," he told him, not forgetting to wait for a long kiss goodbye first with Mr. Styles squeezing his hip and teasing him as he often did.

"I've got to get going, Louis," he said gently. The boy nodded and got one more quick kiss before he left. He texted his friends on his way out.

Louis- you should come over I'm going home for a couple hours

Lexie– yay! Okay

Liam– I'm with zayn though

Louis– that's fine I'm sure lexie will be thrilled for ziam

Louis– let's just wait for her to notice

Liam– ok he said yeah

Lexie– OH MY FUCKING GOD YES

Louis– there it is

Lexie– WE CAN PLAY MARIO KART AND TEAM UP AW

Louis- more importantly, embarrass the fuck out of liam with stories ;)

Liam– please for the love of god not the one about getting kicked out of burger king

Louis- I promise nothing

The boy headed home, overthinking the small metal key he had attached to his lanyard next to his own.

He wanted to know if Mr. Styles only gave it to him for practical reasons, because he was staying for the week. Or if it meant something more? If it was his way of showing commitment without saying it. At this point, Louis wished Mr. Styles could tell him how he felt. Because Louis was pretty sure he knew how he felt about the man.