There's not a lot that can distract Harry, but Louis Tomlinson is definitely one. The notes, books and the hundreds of words that are displayed in front of him are blurred. The words Louis speaks are jumbled together because all Harry can do is look at this man's face. Louis, although looking drained, still glows like nothing Harry's ever seen. With each blink, Louis' lashes brush against his cheekbones. And the worst part is Harry can't take his eyes off Louis'.

"Harry, are you alright?" Louis' voice snaps Harry out of his trance.

Harry blinks a few times, frowning to himself and looking down at his notes. It's been no more than half an hour since the lesson had started, and there's still a while left. Louis stares at Harry, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as Harry inhales quickly.

"I'm okay, I'm sorry. I just go off in a daze sometimes, it's a problem,"

"It seems like it is. You need to remain focused alright? Now we've established that you're definitely on track with everything. So... is there anything else that you need help with?"

"I'm not sure. I'm just really worried because I want to do well and I honestly feel like I'm going to fail,"

Louis' lips turn up into a slight smirk, as his eyes glisten under the classroom light. Harry's breath gets caught in the back of his throat. Louis swallows and shakes his head.

"I think you're doing amazing in all honesty. If anyone else was in your position, they would be so behind that they'd probably have to repeat. Trust me on this one Harry, you're doing great,"

Louis watches Harry, reading his reaction carefully. Harry is a loose cannon; you never know what his reaction is going to be. His shoulders relax slightly and he smiles to himself, as he runs a hand through his loose curls. There's about a second of silence, before Harry clears his throat and reaches for one of his textbooks.

"I'm putting a lot of faith into you Mr Tomlinson. I really would be disappointed to see a fail at the end of the term,"

"I won't let you fail,"

Harry doesn't reply for a minute, as he starts to put everything back into his bag. Louis' eyes wonder over to the clock on the wall, taking note that it's half past 3 in the afternoon. He takes a mental note that he needs a shot of vodka once this is all cleared up. His thoughts are cut off when he realises Harry is chewing on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Have you ever been hurt like I have?" Harry's voice is quiet.

The question throws Louis completely off guard, and causes his mouth to run dry. His heart automatically begins to beat hard against his ribcage.

"I can't say I have," Louis leans back into his chair, lying through his teeth.

"Then how can you know so much about abuse? All those lectures you gave me, it just doesn't really make much sense,"

"I've seen a lot in my life and learnt a lot,"

The anxiety is starting to settle in the pits of Louis' stomach as Harry continues to frown. He has no idea where this deep conversation has come from, and he's terrified about where it will go.

"Have you ever seen someone close to you be attacked?"

Louis has to clench his jaw and close his eyes for a moment. Harry looks completely vulnerable, broken and so lost. This isn't a part of Louis' job description. Every part of him wants to pour his life story out, and make Harry aware of the issues that he had to face, but he won't. He won't ever let anyone know.

"I've seen people get hurt, and that's enough for me," Louis nods, voice low

"I'm sorry, I just... I don't know how to come to terms with everything. I know you really don't care, but there is a part of you that must care. You really did save my life that night. Everything he did is going to affect me for a very long time,"

"As it will, I'm not sure how much advice I can give you. I think it's best if you speak to a psychologist, or even the guidance officer,"

"I spent what felt like an eternity in that hospital room, constantly talking to psychologists and doctors. It makes me feel worse. It's nicer to speak to an actual person about it. I mean, a person that isn't going to psychoanalyse everything I say,"

"I know, but I'm not really much help. Sure, I've seen people get hurt and stuff but this is a completely different thing,"

"Is there any advice that you can give...just anything,"

"Harry, I don't want to speak about this anymore," Louis stands up, walking towards his desk. He places a hand on the edge to lean on, and looks over the mess that he needs to clean up.

"Why is it that you run away from everything you don't like? Whenever something that you don't like presents itself in front of you, you just back away like a scared puppy,"

Anger lights up like flames in Louis' blood. His back straightens up and his grip tightens on his desk as he stares at the floor. Harry's words replay over and over like a record. Louis cannot believe that this student has the nerve.

"Why is it that whenever we get one step forward, you make us go 10 steps back? We were working together completely fine and you start getting all personal. I don't understand you."

Louis is shaking, he's completely livid.

"There's many things I don't know about you Mr Tomlinson, but there's one thing I do know. Someone has hurt you really bad, and it seems like your mission in life to follow their footsteps,"

Harry stares back at Louis, making sure not to break contact. Louis is bursting like a hot air balloon. The last of his sentence is enough for Louis to snap. His cheeks and face turning a tinge of red, and his veins start slightly sticking out in his neck.

"You need to stop! I am your teacher for Christ Sake! I'm not a friend that I just dump my issues onto, I'm here to guide you with your classes. I shouldn't even have to help you with this business but out of the goodness of my heart I did! And YOU tell me that I'm trying to hurt you? How would you know someone has hurt me?"

Louis begins to roll up the sleeves of his sweater. Harry is more than terrified right now, but he tries his damn hardest to hold it together. He's unleashed something terrible, and he feels terrible because he's hit a really soft spot.

"I don't care who you think you are. You have no right to comment about my life. You know nothing about my life or who I am. Honestly. After what I've done for you, you turn around and say something like that!" Louis' voice is loud, his body rigid.

"I came to you for help. And I just happened to ask a few questions, because for ONE damn second, it really looked like you would help me with this situation. But who am I kidding? You're just a selfish dick,"

"How dare you! I'm anything but selfish. If you knew anything about me Harry, you would know I'm helpful. I don't know what it is with you kids,"

"I saw your face when I was hurt. I saw your reaction when you came to save me that night. It's look of someone who has been through this constantly. Now you tell me Mr Tomlinson, am I an idiot and really just imagining what is actually happening, or are you lying?"

Louis swallows hard, digging his fingernails into his palms.

"I'm done. I'm done arguing with you." Louis starts clean his desk, fast and careless.

"I'm sorry if I'm making you angry. But you can see what's happening right? You're so nice one minute, and then you're angry and cold. It's like you're bipolar, or you have some kind of disorder."

"I'm 25 years old Harry. You're a kid. You're not a psychologist. So stop. I'm your teacher,"

"Fine. I'll stop. I'm leaving. See you around,"

Louis watches angrily as the curly haired boy picks up his bag and walks out the room without looking back. Louis slumps his shoulders in relief, his shaking finally stopping slightly. With the end of the day here, there is only one solution for this. Louis quickly reaches for his own bag, and leaves the room quickly. He leaves the rooms open for the cleaners, and almost sprints to his car. There's only one thing on his mind. It's a lot of alcohol, clubbing and some sex. He's a single man.

Well. Basically.

Eleanor ended all contact with Louis 2 weeks ago, and hasn't answered any calls. So if that isn't a break up, Louis doesn't know what. It's a great day outside, the sun is out and it's actually warm for a change. Maybe for once, just this once, Louis will let his wild side come out. And this time, he won't have to fear his parents if he decides to play the field for a night.

-

There's over a thousand people crammed in the nightclub, Louis is sweaty and stuck between a bunch of sweaty, and slightly attractive men. The floor is vibrating with each beat, and alcohol is flowing freely through his veins. The amount of alcohol consumed would be enough to knock someone clean on their ass, but Louis Tomlinson is a seasoned alcoholic. His body can handle a lot more than most. However, for almost once in his single life, he hasn't even gotten close to kissing someone. And to be totally honest, it's a disgrace. It's been a big night. It's been bar, after bar, after bar. It's Louis Tomlinson's famous 'Pub Crawl'.

With his head spinning, and legs feeling like jelly. Louis pushes his way through the crowd to make his way to the bar. There is so many men, and they all look fit. But there's one in particular that Louis has had his eyes on most of the night. And for the first time in the entire night, this particular male is alone. If Louis wasn't drunk, he'd cower in a corner and panic at this opportunity, but drunk Louis was extremely confident. Maybe too confident. Louis pats down his shirt and jeans and walks confidently up to the male.

"Hey, want a drink?" Louis shouts over the obnoxiously loud music

The males jade green eyes flicker to his face, and back to the bar. He then smiles.

"Sure thing,"

Louis looks at the bartender, holding up 2 fingers, in which the bartender nods and starts to prepare their drinks.

"My names Louis, nice to meet you," Louis holds out his hand.

"My name is Jax, nice to meet you too. What's a pretty boy like you doing out on a night like tonight?" Jax smiles cheekily, and god Louis wants to melt into a puddle on the floor.

"Honestly? To get laid," He chuckles

Jax laughs, he really laughs. It's like smooth melted chocolate, it's enough to make Louis' mouth water. This man is so damn attractive. With his shaggy chocolate brown hair, big green eyes, and the height and muscle of a god.

"I don't think there's any ladies for you here, might want to try the next one down the road. You might have some luck there,"

"I'm not sure if you're aware or anything, but I don't swing that way. I really don't,"

Jax reaches for his drink, and places it against his lips taking a careful sip of the alcohol. He doesn't flinch, unlike Louis who scrunches up his nose but drinks it as fast as possible.

"Well, you're in the right place then. How's the search been going?"

"Terrible. It looks like I'm going home alone tonight,"

"Well you could be going home alone tonight, but you could make sure I don't,"

Louis raises an eyebrow as Jax drinks the rest of his glass. He leans forward slowly, his face just inches away from Louis'. Louis' skins on fire, and his breath is hitched in his throat. He suddenly can't hear the music over the sound of his heartbeat.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Want to come home with me?"

Louis' eyes widen. He's won the lotto. The jackpot. He doesn't know how else to describe it. But in the next second, he's leaning forward with his mouth on this man's. And he tastes even better than he looks.