The walk home seemed to take an eternity, well more run in Harry's case right now. His chest was burning and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. The rain wasn't doing a great job at cooling Harry down, which was annoying. Soon enough Harry has to slow down to a walk because if he continues running any more he'll surely pass out. He's agitated with nerves, and anger. He knows that Nick is aware of what has happened, but it's still going to be hard. He longed to see him, and look into those dark emerald eyes, and almost black hair. Harry had the purest of loves for Nick, he was the man that understood Harry like no one else. They truly understood each other on a level nobody else did, or probably could.

Life wasn't great before Nick came around, but now that he's here and has been around for a while, Harry just couldn't imagine not being with Nick. He was mainly the reason Harry was no longer a target for bullies, which he was eternally grateful for. It was on a rare occasion that Harry would get picked on by a bully, but it was bearable since it happened not as often as it used to. It was beginning to rain harder now, and Harry's hair was now once again dripping from it, and his clothes were becoming heavy and soaked. Harry noticed the giant tree with bright orange leaves and silently screamed, as he realised he was just down the road from his house. He inhaled deeply, wincing at the burning deep in his chest. He literally couldn't run anymore, so he decided to just speed walk. His legs were long enough to get him to the end of the road in a couple minutes. He brushed his curls out of his face, passing under the tree. His heart was beating fast, half because of his really idiotic idea to run the entire way, and the other half with fear. The closer he got to his smaller home, the more terrified he became. But no longer than 3 minutes later, he was walking up the path leading to his house.

Harry stared at the light mint coloured front door to his house. He felt his heart thudding loudly, and he was buzzing with both fear and excitement. He broke into the smallest of jogs and silently opened the door. He listened carefully as he closed the door behind him and made his way into the kitchen. As he walked into the kitchen, he was enveloped in long, muscly arms which is had considered home for a long time.

Harry closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He was greeted by the familiar aftershave scent of Nick. A gentle smile tugged on his lips as he relaxed.

"Hey," Harry breathes, turning around and hiding his face in Nick's shirt.

There was no denying Harry's height, he was probably one of the tallest in his grade. He was taller and leaner than majority of his classmates. Nick however, was a decent amount taller than Harry; who stood at 6'2 and Harry at 6'.

Harry listens to Nick's heartbeat, which is thumping loudly against his chest. Nick feels so warm and Harry feels himself melting further into Nick.

"Hey love, how are you?" Harry feels Nick press his lips against Harry's wet curls.

"I'm not the greatest," 

Harry and Nick stands there, Nick holding Harry close and keeping him warm until there's an awkward cough from behind them. Harry's cheeks begin to burn as he steps back and looks from the floor up to his mother. Nick casually crosses his arms, trying to cover the fact he's now soaking from hugging Harry, and he was cold.

Anne's brown hair was neatly tied back into a bun, and her bright green eyes are filled with concern. She crosses her arms, and raises an eyebrow at her son. Harry knows there's a lecture coming and he rolls his eyes.

"What's wrong mum? Can you wait until I get changed? I'm going to get frostbite before you finish,"

She smiles, and shakes her head.

"How was your day Harry?" Anne asks, walking towards him

"It was fan-fucking-tastic," Harry rolls his eyes, starting to shiver. Of course his had the air conditioner on, and now he was actually freezing. Who even has their air conditioner in this weather?

Anne's started to take Harry's dripping jacket off, looking at it with frustration as she realised it was dripping on her floor.

"Nick briefly told me that your drama teacher was a bit of a...dick?" She hesitates trying to think of a nicer word than "prick". But it still had the same effect.

"Yeah...bit more than a prick, if we're honest mum," Harry grunts, taking a seat on the kitchen stool.

"Tell me everything" Nick wraps his arms around Harry from behind, and nestled his chin on Harry's shoulder.

Harry's dimples showed as he smiled widely. He was immediately enveloped in warmth again, and he silently prayed that Nick wouldn't move.

"You know, Drama the subject is great, like it looks like amazing but the teacher is a prick. He seemed okay at first. I was late because of the damn bus, but he was really cool about it, and then I kind of got caught...texting in class-,"

"Harry you know you shouldn't be texting in class," Anne scolds him

Harry throws Anne a look that could kill and she just smiles to herself. There was no point in arguing with this boy, he had a mind of his own.

"As I was saying. He took the phone off me, and read the texts to his class and then said I'd get it back after detention. So I stayed back to do the detention for ages, and as I was leaving I realised he texted Nick all this terrible shit, and I'm pretty sure that's illegal and that's how I conclude that he's a prick," Harry huffs

"Harry!" Anne's eyes widen

"Fine. Dick. Since that's the term that you used,"

"I'm sure it was just a one off. I mean, it's pretty dodgy that he did that but maybe it's some kind of fucked up way of telling you that you can't text me in class anymore," Nick sighs

"Nick. He read my texts to the whole class, who mind you, has Zayn there. You know what he's like! Then had the nerve to keep me back for detention, made me pick gum off the bottom of the tables, made me vacuum and clean the board and write that I won't text anymore. If that isn't bad then I don't want to know what bad is," Harry slumps in the chair, replaying the day's events in his head.

As Harry spoke, he felt Nick tensing more behind him and Nick humming to himself, trying to think of what to say. Harry looked over at his mother, and she stared back with wide eyes.

"That's 50 shades of fucked. And Zayn was there? Jesus Christ, if I were there..."

"Yeah, absolute embarrassment. I'm going to get so much shit now," Harry rolls his eyes

"If he touches you, I will break every bone in his body," Nick reassures Harry

"I'm sure Niall and Ed will look after you," Anne sighs

"Do you know what Zayn could do mum? Niall and Ed are terrified of him. I'm even terrified of him," 

"Babe, don't worry about that dweeb. If he tries anything, then you know you always have me. He's terrified of me," Nick kisses Harry's cheek

"Thanks Nick," 

"Harry and Nick, I'm going to a party tonight and I have to get ready now, look after yourselves, don't do anything stupid and dinner is ready, I just served it up," Anne suddenly speaks up, before looking at her watch. She walks over and gives the two boys a giant hug. Once Anne has disappeared upstairs, Nick gently kisses Harry's neck and he chuckles as Harry lets out a whine.

"Nick, stop it. I need to get changed, I'm fucking drenched," Harry sighs, moving out of Nick's grip and making his way to the stairs

"You don't say?" Nick follows behind

There's silence as Harry jogs up the stairs and into his room. Nick falls onto the bed dramatically and stretches. Harry grabs the first set of sweatpants and the first shirt he sees. He begins to strip out of his uniform. Harry wore short black pants that reached just below his knees and a plain white t-shirt with a dark purple tie. Nick knows the drill and covers his eyes, but once Harry has turned around, he peaks. Harry's body was ace. His back muscles were toned, and he knew if Harry turned around it would reveal a toned stomach, almost carved from the gods.

"Your teacher scared the fuck out of me today with those texts. Who the fuck does he think he is? Using your phone like that, ugh, what a douche," Nick rolls his eyes

"I don't think he likes me," Harry sighs

"Just because you were texting in class?" Nick frowns

Harry sighs, pulling his pants up. He doesn't want to talk about him anymore, but apparently everyone else has other plans.

"It's because I was texting you,"

"Me? What has he got against me? What did I do?"

"It's not you, it's us. I don't think he particularly likes gays,"

"What? So you're saying he's homophobic. What the actual fuck,"

"Well I have a feeling he is. Like who treats a student like that, if it's the first violation ever..." 

"Well that is literally the most stupid thing; you can't drop out of drama either can you?"

"Sadly not,"

"Well, tell me if anything happens,"

"What can you do Nick, you can't hurt a teacher,"

"I know people babe,"

"Nick, don't worry. I just won't be able to text you in class anymore. He's a douche. If I give him nothing to feed off than he can't give me shit!" Harry sighed

He turned around eyeing Nick, who had completely made himself at home. He was wearing his school uniform but he had a change of clothes for tonight. His school uniform consisted of long dark grey pants and a maroon and black t-shirt with a maroon tie, and leather shoes. Harry really thought Nick looked sexy in his uniform, with his hair unkempt and styled with gel however; Harry looked like a little puppy. He hated the uniform, but he was thankful that next year that he'd be wearing a jacket and longer pants. He walked towards Nick, and laughed as Nick reached forward and pulled him onto the bed. Nick immediately rolled over so Harry was placed underneath him and began to kiss his neck gently. Harry's eyes widened.

He shuddered as Nick placed his hands on his hips. Nick was always sexual, but who could blame him, Harry was pretty alluring. Harry was enjoying it, until Nick's hand began sliding into his pants. He slightly pushed him back. Nick watched impatiently. He hadn't seen Harry for about 5 weeks since school had gone back and he just wanted to kiss Harry. He frowned, looking at Harry's face. His bright pink, kissable lips and wide green eyes that are framed with chocolate brown lashes, and his curls spread along the pillow underneath. He couldn't fight the urge anymore and smashed his lips against Harry's. It had been forever and he missed the feeling of his lips. They were soft and perfect. Nick begin to start moving his hands towards Harry's hips again and Harry moved his face away, chuckling softly.

"Nick, no way," Harry laughs

"Not everything is about sex! I just want to kiss you, it's been forever," Nick kisses him again

Harry ran his hands through the older lad's hair and kissed him again, but froze as he felt the phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and pressed it to his ear, as Nick started giving him giant hickies on his neck.

"H-Hello Harry speaking,"

"Mr Styles?" He hears the familiar British accent on the other side of the phone

The breath in Harry's throat caught. He suddenly became extremely numb, and terrified. He looked at Nick who was kissing him gently on stomach. Harry's heart began beating fast, and his mouth became dry.

"W-Who's this?" He stifles a groan from Nick

"It's Mr Tomlinson,"

"Why are you calling me?" Harry's voice remains strained

"You left your diary here in detention and I found your number as a contact?" Harry can hear Mr Tomlinson sigh through the phone.

Harry's throat closed up in shock and in pleasure as Nick moved back up and gently bit at his collarbones. Harry pulled Nick's hair with his free hand. He bit his lip hard, trying to hide his moan.

"uh. Well, thanks for calling.. erm, I'll pick it up tomorrow- fuck," Harry mutters, out of breath.

There was an awkward silence. He can hear Mr Tomlinson clear his throat slightly and Harry quickly apologises. Nick begins to look at Harry, raising at eyebrow, still teasing him. Harry wants to tell him to stop but he needs to finish this conversation and fast.

"Are you okay Harry, is everything alright?" Mr Tomlinson's voice was low

"Y-Yeah, I just went for a run, that's all,"

"Well okay then. Don't forget Centre Stage. I'll see you tomorrow then," He hung up, and threw his phone onto the floor, not even caring if he damages it.

"Who was that?" Nick asks before kissing Harry again.

"Mr-Tomlinson,"

This time Nick's entire body froze and began to tense up. Harry bit down on his lip as he met Nick's gaze. His eyes were filled with confusion and some kind of anger. Jealousy.

"What do you mean Mr Tomlinson? How the fuck does he have your number?"

"I left my school diary there and it had my number in there as a contact,"

"He could have your number in his phone now," Nick smirks, wiggling his eyebrows

"Shut it Nick, he hates me, that's the last thing he wants," Harry smacks Nick on the shoulder

"You sure about that, maybe he's secretly gay for YOU?" Nick cackles.

Harry's literally had enough, of talking about his damn teacher and Nick constantly pushing for sex, because it's never going to happen. He's beyond pissed now. He wanted to come home and escape this bullshit day, but it seems to be following him everywhere he went. Nick smiles wide, still giggling to himself and Harry scowls.

"Stop it Nick seriously," Harry pushes Nick off. Nick is shoved that hard, he falls off the bed and onto the floor with a loud bang. His laughs are replaced with a sudden groan. There's a sense of gratification hearing Nick in pain right now. Makes up for the smart ass remark, almost. 

"Sorry babe, I love you," Nick grunts from the ground

"I love you too," Harry lays on his side, trying to mask his anger again.

"I think I broke a rib," 

"Let me come and fix it," Harry climbs rolls onto the floor, with a quiet thud.

As pissed off as he was, he was already feeling better. He was enjoying this part. Nick looked at him smirking, and Harry looked at the rib before rolling his eyes. It took a few seconds before his lips were pressed against Nick's again. Oh how much he missed this.