Harry slept through his class the next morning, and Louis reclined in his chair, watching Liam work on their project, while Niall chatted aimlessly over Harry’s head, their deadbeat partner hardly a distraction.
“Uhm, Mr. Tomlinson,” Emily #3 stood in front of his desk, twirling a piece of hair her around her finger. “I was wondering if I could like, move groups?”
Louis glanced at the group Emily had been in, with the other two Emilys, and Greg.
“Any particular reason why?” he asked, and Emily sighed loudly, messaging her forehead.
“Greg is a total dick,” she said loudly, turning over her shoulder and glaring at the boy, who looked up at his name. “I don’t need his negativity. I’m like super depressed anyways.”
Louis held back his groan, and forced himself not to roll his eyes, “Why are you depressed Emily?”
“I was rewatching The OC last night and Marissa died,” she put her hand over her mouth and Louis watched in amazement as her eyes began to tear up. “And, it’s like, people say I’m like Marissa, because I’m gorgeous. And I don’t want to die!” she wailed and Louis watched her speechless, unsure of what to say or do.
Because honestly, he didn’t give two shits about Emily.
“Well, if another group has room-“
“She can join us!” Niall exclaimed from the back of the room, and Liam turned to glare at the boy while Harry continued to drool onto the desk.
Louis smirked slightly, turning back to Emily and raising a brow, “You can join Mr. Horan’s group or remain in yours.”
Emily’s nose wrinkled in distaste for a second, before she sighed, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder. “Fine,” she sighed, picking up her books and glaring at Greg once more before storming off to the back of the room and sitting down heavily in a chair besides Niall, who had a wide grin on his face.
Louis shook his head, slightly amused, and reclined back in his chair again, watching the clock tick by until the familiar sound of the dismissal bell rang.
Once the crowd had moved out of the classroom Louis looked up and saw Harry, still slumped over his desk in the back. Looking around the room he saw that Liam and Niall had left him, and his eyebrows knitted together as he stood up from his desk and walked over to Harry.
“Harry,” he said, shaking the boy’s shoulder and Harry groaned, lifting his head up from the desk, his eyes slightly red and dazed as he looked around in confusion, wiping the trail of drool from his face.
He looked fucking adorable.
“Class over?” Harry asked, yawning and stretching and Louis nodded, crossing his arms in fake authority.
“You’re cute when you pretend to give a fuck about teaching,” Harry said, snorting as he stood up and grabbed his book bag.
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Teacher's Pet
FanfictionIt was supposed to be a quick and easy gig: Teacher’s Assistant. All Louis had to do was spend a few months assigning reading and grading reports, and then he could continue his wayward life. He wasn’t supposed to get attached, especially not to one...
