I'd be a fool not to love you... (L.S)

Chapter four

Harry was on his way to his last and favourite period of the day, English. Why wouldn't Harry like English, he has a hot teacher to stare at all period long. With his amazing arms filled with tats, that Harry would like to trace every single one of them with his finger, while they're all naked and cuddled up in bed. And for educational reasons obviously.

Harry went to take seat at the back of the class, not liking to sit in the front, even to get a better view of Mr. Tomlinson, he just preferred to stay at the back, making him feel like he won't be in people's way. the bell had rung and that's when the devil himself had walked in, before greeting the class. He mentally thanked him for not letting him introduce himself to the class, like all the other teachers made him do.

Starting the lesson right away, Harry was thrilled when Mr. Tomlinson said they were going to do poetry for the first term. He absolutely adored poetry its like summing everything up in a short or long way, in any form or shape you like. Most of the books on the bookshelf in his dorm were mostly poems written by famous poets. When Mr. Tomlinson was done explaining what they were going to do each term. He called the students one-by-one to go get the packet that they were going to use for the term.

''Goerge Wesley!'' he called out

''Luke Hemmings!'

So on it went. He zoned out a bit halfway through the list, then heard his name being called.

"Harry Styles!'' Harry shook his head a little forgetting why he was being called again.

"Yes, Sir?''

"Your packet Harry.'' he said with a light chuckle and an amused look on his face

Harry blushed a little at his classmates attention, he got out of his seat, fixing his skirt a little that had ridden up a little. Causing his teacher's attention to move to his legs, but averted it quickly before anyone noticed.

''Sorry.'' he mumbled a quick apology, making the blue eyed man smile up at him softly. Giving the packet to Harry and carried on with the list.

While Harry was walking back to his desk, the boy couldn't help but feel uncomfortable at some of the other boys staring at him, making him blush and pulling his skirt down a little more. Well it's probably better than getting picked on right?

After everyone had gotten their packets, Mr. Tomlinson started explaining what we are going to do.

''This packet has four different projects that you will be doing at the end of each week when we are done with the first weeks work. Understand?''

The class mumbled a quick yes. They started to work on the first weeks work, Louis helping the students who needed help. He started walking around the class to see who needed help but were to afraid to ask, so he could offer it to them. Harry was a bit zoned out when the teacher reached his table, he always had a bit of a concentrating problem. He didn't have ADHD or anything, the boy couldn't help himself, he's mind will wonder about one thing then it will stick to that. Now he was thinking about Zebra stripes. The green eyed boy couldn't figure out if they had black or white stripes. He jumped a little in his seat when he heard some one clear their throat. He looked up at the figure in front of him, blushing at the intense stare his teacher gave him.

''Harry, you're supposed to be working.'' Say my name again it sounded good . He thought to himself causing him to blush even more before mentally scolding himself.

He picked up his baby blue pencil after mumbling a quick apology. He went back to work missing the small smile his teacher had because of the boy's flustered face. He went to sit down on his desk finishing some work he had to finish before the bell rang.

While Harry was busy doing work, he kept glancing at his Teacher, admiring the way his arm muscle would flex when he had pick up a book. Or when he was thinking he would tap his pen against his head, showing off his muscle even more through the white shirt he was wearing. The green eyed boy couldn't help but get a little flustered when he saw Louis catch him staring. Harry quickly picked up his pencil and started working again. He hoped his teacher didn't see the bit of drool that he oh-so subtly wiped away with the back of his hand.