Hey guys! Here's chapter 3, I'm sorry that it took so long time for me to get this out. But I have reasons as you might have read on that last chapter of Back On Track. Anyways, this chapter is mostly smut (Sex) and I'm not good on writing it, so I would love to get some feedback if it was okay :D

Enjoyyyy! xxxFanny

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Chapter 3

"Hello Mr. Tomlinson." A sly and deep voice cornered me from behind. Slowly I turned to the sound of the voice at the same time a sly smile started tugging the corners of my mouth upwards. When I was fully turned to the young student I finally opened my mouth.

"Yes Mr. Styles?" I asked equally sly. Harry was standing next to the wall furthest away from my teacher's locker in the locker-room. I could feel his eyes scanning my body, over my naked torso past the small towel that hung loosely from my waist and then from my knees and downwards, before making the same trip up again. This made a small blush creep up on my cheeks.

"Well you see Mr. Tomlinson I have this problem that I hoped you would be able to solve for me." He started softly. "I really wasn't comfortable to go to any other teacher for help." He finished.

During the time he had been speaking he'd also moved slowly towards the place where I was placed on the cold tile floor.

I swiftly scanned the room, pleased with the result. No one else was here, I was really glad now that Niall had decided to go earlier from our battling session. He'd said that he had made some plans with Liam for the night, hopefully that meant that we could use either Haz and Li's room for the night or Zayn's, mine and Nialler's room for the night. If Zayn spends the night with one of his female friends that is, well if he didn't we'll probably kick him out anyway.

I sent Harry a questioning look which he answered with a small shake of his head.

Having super hearing was probably one of the best qualities of being a dhampire. He would hear if anyone were coming closer within the radius of eight hundred feet.

Though his hearing got duller whenever he was a bit too distracted. Which unfortunately happened all too often. Not that I am complaining.

I plastered a seductive smirk on my face before stepping closer to him so that we'd meet in the middle. I opened my mouth and licked my lips slowly. "And what do you suppose I would do that the other teachers won't?"

"Well I know for a fact that the other teachers wouldn't hesitate on helping me, but… they're not you."

Something bad started to tug inside of me when he lightly mentioned that the other teachers on this school would for sure do naughty things to my boy. I had seen the looks they had thrown after him. Looks of lust and desire. They thought that he would be so easy to manipulate, so easy to make him do what they wanted. They thought of him as thin and fragile, which wasn't the case at all. I knew how dangerous, though very exciting, Harry could be when someone had made the way for him in that direction.

"I would never let them tough you with their filthy, scabby hands." I growled and bared my teethes. It was a natural reaction even though I didn't have any fangs.

"I know you wouldn't." Harry smiled softly before reaching out with his hand. I stared deeply into his stunning green eyes as I felt him place his hand on my shoulder with a light pressure. "You know how I know that?" He asked a little while later.

"Because I love you and would never let anything bad happen to you?" I offered.

"That's right baby, that and I trust you." His hand traced down my chest slowly. His short nails scraping over my nipple, the small act making me shudder with delight.

"What was the problem you needed help with now again?" I whispered breathlessly. I had a hard time focusing on anything else but the amazing boy who stood in front of me in his school uniform, even though school had finished hours ago.. It was kind of hot actually, though we had already acted out on that earlier.

"Well my trousers are uncomfortably tight.." He trailed off slowly and sent me a meaning look before leaning in and capturing my lips in a careful chaste kiss. He was always careful in the beginning, he didn't want to hurt me before I was distracted enough that I wouldn't notice when his sharp teeth's sunk through my fragile skin.

"I love you." I breathed when he pulled away and then started peppering my jaw with small kisses. Automatically my hands went up to wind around his hair, just as his went around my waist. His long arms reached around and his soft hands started caressing the heated skin of my lower back.

"Too much clothes." He groaned, I guess that he referred to himself as I was still only wearing a small towel.

I hastily pulled my hand away from his silky locks and instantly started to work on the buttons of his shirt. Though they were small and slipped through my shaking fingers. I sighed frustrated before muttering a small "Sorry." Then I took a hold on either side of his collar and ripped his shirt in different directions. A series of seams breaking sounded throughout the quite large locker-room and suddenly light blue buttons were flying everywhere.

Harry gasped at the action, before deciding that he liked it, and kind of thought it was sexy. I could see the different stages of thinking in his eyes as I smiled apologetically at him, even though I'm not really that sorry.

"You didn't." He breathed. I could hear that he was slightly out of breath by only muttering those small short words. Hell even I was out of breath and I trained like a maniac.

"What if I did?" I chuckled with a seductive grin and threw in a wink, because why not?

"You are in so much trouble Mr. Tomlinson."

"I can only hear empty words and not much acting." I teased before standing on the tip of my toes, nipping at his bottom lip. Just as he was about to respond I pulled away and turned on my heel to walk off into the steam showers.

"Wanker!" Harry called out a bit loud, but then a sound of a zipper being pulled down and the soft sound of clothes being pulled against skin reached my ears and I knew that I was forgotten.

I walked slowly over the cold tiles in the shower room heading over to the hooks and slowly pulled the towel of my waist. A light groan sounded from the changing room which made me smile to myself. You see there were just a big opening in the wall between the changing room and the showers, so right now Harry had a full view on what I was doing and showing.

I completely pushed any thought of Harry's pale and lean body to the back of my mind, well at least I tried to. I tried not to think about anything as I walked to the furthest wall which was lined with showers.

I walked slowy along the wall with my fingertips barely touching the white tiles, once in a while my fingers traced over a cold, metallic plate which was fastened to the wall and when I did so a small spluttering sounded before it turned into a soft swoosh and hot water spilled over my feet.

When I finally arrived at the other end of the wall and all the shower were on, spilling hot water over the now pretty slippery tiles. I sighed deeply and then turned around to walk to the middle.

I sighed again at the sensation of the hot water against my skin, it was as if all my problems could go down the drain with all the used water. The hiding and sneaking around, along with the high number of classes that I had every day were sneaking up on me, leaving me tensed and exhausted.

As good as the hot water felt on my skin, it didn't feel nearly as good as when the familiar pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

"Why so tensed Boo?" Harry asked softly and placed a light kiss on the wet skin of my shoulder. I chuckled lightly at the use of my nickname, Harry was the one that had started with it. When we were small and first met he had a hard time saying Lou, instead it became Boo. Though I have no idea how an L turned into a B. As we grew up he still used it, said that it was one of "Our things." This was a fact that I had a hard time arguing against. Though I would never allow anyone else but Harry using that name, if they did then I would assure that they wished they'd never been born.

"Just too much with all the classes, some of the students are so daft and don't try their best." I lied, well not really lied. I just didn't tell the whole truth. It wouldn't be fair on Harry to put all of my worries about us on him. He did the best he could in the pretty messed up situation and for that I was very grateful. "There's this girl who is more concerned about her clothes getting dirty than doing the actual job. Then there's this boy who's just so pathetic, he just can't get it right no matter how many times I explain exactly how to do it. It's just so frustrating! Because I would take it if he tried and not getting it right, but the boy's not even trying!"

"I see." Harry mused and placed another small kiss on my shoulder. "Just have patience with them. Either way, they wouldn't get a dhampire signed to them because the signers would see how bad they are at their job when they take their exams, no matter how strong the bond are between them and their protégé." He explained smartly, he seemed to know so much. He would always be able to explain things in the way that would make the most sense. He is just incredible.

I turned slowly in his light hold. "Thank you for being you." I smiled up at the taller boy. "I really mean that, you have no idea how much I had to hear that." I was so honest I could be in that moment. Some people says things like that without meaning it, but we both knew just how honest we'd been with each other in that peaceful moment.

"Anytime and always love." He smiled as his fingers travelled up and down my muscles of my back that were sore from me and Niall's pretty hard work out. His prodding and stroking worked magical wonders of my muscles and soon I was absolutely relaxed as I leaned into his lean and skinny frame.

"I love you so much." I whispered against the skin of his chest. If he'd heard me he didn't acknowledge, but I didn't need a word response because instead of answering with words he answered with his body. He put so much feeling, so much love and adoration into his movements and the way he touched me that I knew just how much he loved me back.

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I looked deeply into his eyes that seemed to burn with a never fading fire as he pushed into me once more. The steam raised heavily around us, making it hard to breath in a situation where air was already very restricted and needed. Slowly he pulled back before pushing back in again.

His movements were so careful and filled with love, his worst nightmare would be to hurt me. I could see it in his burning eyes, behind all the love and lust there was a little part of fear.

I leaned up as well as I could while being trapped between the wall and his slippery body and placed my mouth over his, my eyes not leaving his for even a second. Slowly I pulled back slowly so that there were small cracks between our lips, but not so much that our lips left each other's entirely. We both inhaled and exhaled in sync sharing the air, which shouldn't have been such an intimate act as it was, but strangely enough it was really reassuring and I wasn't the only one who thought that.

"I love you." He breathed against my lips, which left them buzzing and tingling. "I love you so much." He whispered again as he pushed into me again. His movements were just so good that they left me speechless. I could do nothing but groan and moan occasionally, but even that was a hard task for me to complete.

It wasn't long until I would come undone and I knew by the way he were screwing his eyes shut tightly that he wouldn't be long after me. His hands started gripping tighter around the back of my thighs and his thumbs started massaging the hot skin under his needy fingertips as he pulled me impossibly closer.

He looked into my eyes, searching for answers which I gave him with a small nod. "I love you." He moaned before his mouth stared searching the skin of my neck hotly. He pressed loving kisses against my soft skin on his way down to the miniature scars which were placed in the nape of my neck. I knew that as soon as his fangs broke the sensitive skin I would come undone, but I didn't care. I craved the feeling he would hand me, I needed it badly.

I started making myself ready by winding my wet arms around his neck tighter and clasping my raisin fingers in as much of his wet curls that I could manage. A small growl buzzed against my throat at the action but then his lips and tongue were on me again as he kept searching after the small round scars.

I could tell that he'd found them when his tongue slipped out between his parted lips and started stroking the scarred skin. His saliva had a numbing power, though I wouldn't need any numbing as I were already too far gone to notice any minor ache.

"Sorry." He muttered apologetically and pressed one last soft kiss on my skin before it would be broken. He pulled out of me, parted his lips around my neck and then slammed back in as his fangs buried themselves in my flesh.

My breath hitched and my eyes rolled back in my skull. I cried out in complete and utter pleasure as I came. I could feel him moan around my neck before he started to suck and pull back and slam back in more rapidly. His movements started to stagger and then it was his time to cry out as he came.

In his moments of bliss his lips left my skin and his teethes dragged out of the small and bleeding wounds they'd made. I made a small noise of hurt as the sharp tips broke more skin and as I looked down dark red blood floated down the drain, but I couldn't care less because soon his lips were back on the wounds and he franticly muttered "Sorry's" against the torn skin.

I could feel how the wounds started to close under his tongue as he licked at them, collecting all the blood that would otherwise go to waste.

I let out a ragged breath and looked out in the steamy room as I pulled him closer to me. He placed small and loving kisses around the wounds that now had turned to week-old scars when he was content with the result. Then he pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." He breathed and it looked as if he would burst out in tears any second.

"It's okay baby, really." I reassured him, it didn't hurt anymore and frankly I didn't care because he'd done it in a moment of love. "I love you." I added when he showed that he wasn't at all reassured, he'd only turned more concerned.

"I love you too." He whispered and it torn at my heart, he said it with so much love and honesty.

He captured my lips in a sweet kiss as he slipped out of me, making me screw up my face at the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness. Then he carefully placed me down on the tiles but he didn't move from his position, he kept himself as pressed up against me as he could. But I don't complain, why would I? When I had the boy I love in my arms.

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We clothed ourselves in silent, it wasn't an uncomfortable or awkward silence. No it was a tired and very comfortable silence.

"Where to now?" I asked softly but winced at the broken silence.

"Well actually me, Liam, Nialler and Zayn's planned this night for months." He answered and blushed lightly. All I could do was to stare at the beautiful shade of pink that marred his white flawless skin. "So we have mine and Liam's room all for ourselves." He smiled and the seductive undertone in his words didn't go unnoticed by my trained ears.

"Sound's good babe." I smiled and waked over to him. "You done?"

"As done as I can be with this shirt." He muttered, and flipped at the ends of his torn shirt.

"I would say that I'm sorry, but frankly I'm not sorry at all." I grinned up at him.

"Fuck you."

"Well actually I was hoping to fuck you tonight, but if you're not up for it then it's okay." Harry looked down at me nervously at the words I'd cast out into the open, his eyes widening a little bit. He'd never been under before, he was always topping.

"Not that I don't like being under, but it would be nice with some change." I smiled softly.

"I'm not trying to pressure you into something that you don't want to do. If you feel uncomfortable we don't have to change."

I watched as Harry's brows furrowed in a determined look. Though there was still some nervousness playing in his green orbs.

"I want to." He said softly and breathlessly before leaning down and kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Are you sure?" Sure it was I that'd come up with the propose, but I didn't want him doing something that he didn't want to, I didn't want to take advantage of him.

"Definitely, you just have to show me what to do." He answered nervously, I could see the fear of doing wrong growing in his eyes.

"I love you." I tried to reassure before pulling him down in a chaste kiss.

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Waking up in his arms the next day was a wonderful experience. I was very comfortable in his tight and loving grasp. There wasn't anywhere else I'd rather wanted to be right now.

Okay that was a lie. I would love to have him squirming and moaning under me hotly as he'd been last night. It was amazing and he was absolutely beautiful from that position, with me towering over him pushing in and pulling back with such carefulness with the fear of hurting him.

First he'd been a bit awkward and very tense with the new feeling of someone inside him. But everything went better once I'd told him to relax and not overthink, just do what feels right.

I looked over at the beautiful sleeping boy and chuckled at his light snoring. I traced the tips of my fingers down his soft pale face and continued down but stopped abruptly at the purplish mark right over his left collarbone. I'd marked him last night.

The bruise was very visible on his pale almost transparent skin, it was shining dark purple. The edges was even but was surprised me was the size of it. It was huge, I had no idea that I had such a big mouth.

"Last night was amazing." A dark husky voice stated. I yelped and jumped at the same time. A dark chuckle sounded through the otherwise silent room. I hadn't noticed that Harry's snoring had stopped and that he was wide awake.

I gave him an accusing glare. "I bruised you." I said then.

"I think that's the last you could do after all the scars I've been giving you over the years." He chuckled and I gave him another glare.

"I hurt you." I whispered and looked down at the big bruise.

"Hey Louis, look at me." Harry said softly, tilting my chin up so that I had no other choice but look him in the eyes. "You didn't hurt me, last night was incredible and I hope that you don't regret it because I don't regret a thing that happened." He smiled and stroke my cheek with his thumb.

"I love you." I muttered and tilted my head so that I was able to kiss his palm.

"I love you too, I'll love you when all the trees dies, the wind stops to blow and the oceans dry out. When the sun stops to shine and the moon falls apart. I'll love you till the end of time and after that." He whispered softly and then pulled me up for a sweet and loving kiss.

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