All things considered, Louis’ Monday was shockingly normal, despite the odd start to the day.
By odd start, Louis was of course referring to waking up next to his abused student, after hooking up with him the night before. Because yes, that had happened.
And yes, Louis was positive that broke every rule that came along with teaching.
When they had arrived at the school, Harry had followed him into the classroom, taking his seat in the back of the class and beaming at Louis, in the empty classroom.
“What?” Louis asked Harry, as he shuffled some papers around his desk, noticing Harry’s stare and Harry laughed and shook his head, his messy curls flying.
“Nothing, it’s just hard to see you looking so serious, after last night,” Harry said, and Louis rolled his eyes, turning around for piece of chalking and scribbling Stanford Project Quiz Today on the board, turning to Harry and pointing at it.
Harry rolled his eyes, “If I pass it, can we fuck?”
Louis paled and looked around wildly for wandering ears, which may have been listening, but they were ten minutes early, and left completely alone in the room.
“Watch your mouth,” Louis muttered, through gritted teeth, “And the first thing we’re doing is talking to your Mum-“
“About us?” Harry interrupted and Louis sighed.
“About Charles,” Louis corrected, sinking down into his chair and staring tiredly at his student.
“Oh,” Harry said quietly, “I’ve been thinking about that, and I don’t think it’s going to work,” Harry’s voice trailed off and Louis groaned, standing up and walking over to where Harry was seated, sitting down on the desk and resting a hand affectionately on Harry’s hair.
“Oh, Harry. Why?” Louis whispered and Harry sighed tiredly
“If we go to my mother, she’ll take me to the hospital, for tests so we can go to the police.”
“Of course! Harry, that’s what the bastard-“
“But it’ll be your DNA, not Charles’” Harry finished and Louis backed away from Harry, mouth ajar in shock and eyes wide.
Oh shit.
The bell rang, and suddenly the door was shoved open, and Louis was left staring in shock and despair at Harry who was staring blankly down at his desk, tapping his pencil rhythmically.
“You alright there Mr. Tomlinson?” Niall asked, as he deposited his bag on the desk next to Harry, and slapped Louis’ back lightly and Louis nodded, trying to compose himself, with one last glance at Harry who was refusing eye contact.
Louis could feel Liam’s inquiring eyes on the back of his head, as he walked up to the front of the room and standing behind the desk and watching the stream of teenagers that entered the room, relaxed and gossiping about their weekend.
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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...
