Hands On Learning

1. good to know

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Louis threw open the door and pranced into his last period Chemistry class. "Hey it's my birthday guys, recognize!" He was met with rowdy cheers, a few whistles and even a "Yass!" Grinning from ear to ear, he stood there in his fitted red pants with the hems rolled neatly just above his ankles, a striped white tee and navy blue suspenders that matched his navy blue striped Toms perfectly. Because he totally hadn't planned this outfit. Three weeks in advance. He ran a hand through his tousled and side swept brown hair before planting it on his little hip. Basically he was queen for the day.

"How old are you today babe?" An annoying high pitched female voice asked.

"Eighteen years old and loving life!" Louis shouted with pride as an unfamiliar young man walked through the door. Louis noticed the movement and turned around, only to be less than a foot from his face. Turquoise eyes wide he looked up at the mysterious man, who was a good five inches taller than Louis, and gasped in surprise. Goddamn he thought, taking in the thick, wavy dark brown hair gelled up and away from his face. And that jawline could cut diamonds. The man had a look of amusement in his light green eyes but fought to keep a smile from forming on his red pouty lips and spoke. "Well that's good to know, why don't you take a seat and we'll begin?"

Louis felt a slight blush creep up his sun kissed cheeks as he nodded and scurried to the back of the room to sit at his usual spot of the last table. He noticed the annoying girl who had just talked to him, Anna, or Amy, he didn't even know, looking Louis' way. She giggled ditzily with her equally annoying friend and whispered to her. The friend nodded and looked at Louis with a smirk.

Ugh, Louis thought. Here we fucking go again. Why couldn't these girls take a hint? No straight man wears bright red pants. Do I need a rainbow sash as well? I wonder where I can get one of those.

Anna-Amy got up from her seat a few tables away and sauntered over, swaying her hips. Once nearby she turned completely to face away from Louis so she could get down the short aisle that she could have easily just walked down. Obvious much? Louis thought. She slid into the seat next to his and turned to him with a mischievous glint to her dark eyes.

"Hey Lou!" She squeaked out, twirling a piece of her straightening iron-fried hair around her finger in an attempt to be sexy. It didn't work.

He glanced in her direction briefly before responding. "Hi... umm?"

"It's Ashley, duh! We've only been going to school together for four years Lou geez." She laughed.

"Okay," he stated simply, hoping she would take the hint and just fuck off already.

The man called out loudly, "Let's stop the talking and begin now, shall we?" The room quieted down as the teacher picked up a dry erase marker and turned to the board. Well, well, what have we here? Louis thought to himself with delight. The man's grey dress pants hung low on his narrow hips and were fitted nicely on his bum. Louis approved. When he heard the squeak of the marker he looked up to see the man scrawling out in big, black letters:

"MR. HARRY STYLES"

How was Louis so turned on by big, capital letters? Maybe it was the masculinity of it. Maybe Louis was just a hormonal, closeted gay who desperately needed to be touched by someone other than Annalise or any of these other countless, clueless teenage girls who kept throwing themselves at him with their grossly girlish ways.

"My name is Mr. Styles. I'll be teaching Chemistry for the rest of the semester, as Ms. Donovan is currently on leave. Let's start with a roll call so I can get all of your names." He went down the list, Louis raising his little hand in the air when his name was called. He loved the way Mr. Styles pronounced it with that sexy British accent, letting 'Louis' slowly roll off of his tongue.

Mr. Styles put down his paper. "So, we're gonna go ahead and scrap the lesson she had planned for today, because I prefer a different method of teaching." He paused as his eyes flickered to Louis'. "Hands on learning." Mr. Styles held his gaze briefly and Louis forgot how to breathe for a moment. Mr. Styles appeared to be in his mid twenties, and god was he fit. Louis stared as the man straightened his black tie before hitching his pants up a bit. Fuck.

Mr. Styles strode over to the desk and pulled open the drawers, searching for something. He pulled out a small silver key and made his way over to the supply closet. He opened it and started rustling around, then popped his head back out. "Louis can you show me where the beakers are kept please?" Louis nodded and got up to join Mr. Styles. Louis reached around him to pick up a tray of beakers that was actually in plain sight. "It's right here Mr. St -"

Louis was cut off as Mr. Styles' large hand grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement. Louis looked up at Mr. Styles who had a stern look on his face. "You should pay more attention in class Louis, I think you can learn something from me." He released the small boy's wrist as Louis gasped quietly. Is this real life? He thought incredulously. Mr. Styles cleared his throat. "Well then, how about helping me hand out these beakers?"

"Y-yes Mr. Styles, sure," Louis stuttered nervously. He was never nervous. He was the most outgoing and fabulous guy in school. But there was something about Mr. Styles, he was just so sexy Louis couldn't think straight. This was going to be an interesting semester for sure.

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