You're my favourite subject♡︎ (teacher/student. L.S)

Fourteen

Louis P.O.V

After getting my football kit from my locker, I made my way over to the English classroom. Lost in my thoughts as I walked down the silenced filled corridors. The only noise that was caused was by me, as my footsteps were tapping on the ground and my breathing, that breathed in the air around me.

The recently black painted door came into view as I neared the English room. I assumed Harry already started the lesson from the door being closed.

I stood in front of the door and stood on my tippy toes as I peeked my eyes through the glass, seeing my classmates all focused on writing something and Harry sitting at his desk typing on his computer.

Harry stopped typing and turned his head towards where I stood behind the closed door. His eyes met mine, a smile grazed his face before a loud laugh left his lips, what made him smack a hand over his mouth. Which caught the attention of students.

I ducked down from view through the window and giggled to myself. As I was calming myself down, one of the teachers that was on a learning walk rounded the corner, and started to check each classroom to make sure they were all doing what they were supposed to be doing.

I stood back up and slowly opened the door, it squeaked at the slow movement I made which was really loud through the silence. I looked up and was met with around thirty different pairs of students eyes on me.

I stood at the door still as I felt a bit self conscious that everyone's eyes were on me. I know I should of been use to people looking at me, but I haven't and it makes me feel like I want to run away from the attention.

A cough echoed through the silence of the looks that I was receiving. Students whipped their heads round to see the source of the noise. But being met with Harry standing at the front of the room, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against the whiteboard.

Which right now looked hot! The way that his muscles are flexed, and the way he leaned back crossing his feet, just did something to me. He looked like he had so much control and power, which made me stand there with my mouth hanging agape.

His eyes met mine for a split second, forming me to pick my jaw back up, and to slip into the room, closing the door behind me. I quickly slipped into my seat, saying a quick 'hi' to Zayn before paying my attention on the work we are supposed to be doing this lesson.

Harry was teaching us about a deeper meaning in a poem. And how it shows and represents two different things in the same context.

The poem was based on war and conflict, and how the soldiers in war were not just dying from the bombs and the poor conditions, but also from the weather, the coldness that swirls around the air, which they have nothing warm to keep the cold away.

By the time the lesson came to the end we have finished analysing the poem. My book is filled with notes on each line of the poem explaining the deeper meaning and how they've used different techniques.

"Okay guys that's it for this lesson! Please may you leave your books so I can collect them in and mark them." Harry spoke above the little chatter that rose in the classroom. Harry strolled to the back of the room and started to collect the books, making his way towards the front.

The bell rung, and Harry dismissed the class. "I'll see you tomorrow guys, have a lovely evening." Harry smiled as the students made their way out the door and down the hallway to the exit.

I took a few steps towards were Harry was and added my book to the pile that he held in his hands. His eyes flicked to mine as the extra weight and movement of the books made him look my way.