A Study Love

Part One

"The back of his head looks so cute!" I think to myself, "His curly hair is just so perfect, I wanna run my hands right through it..."
"Mr. Horan!" yelled the math teacher.
I suddenly jolt out of my day dreaming, "Yes Mrs. Hence?"
"I said, what is the hypotenuse of a triangle with legs equaling 37.65 inches?"
"That would be 2835.045," I say almost instantly.
"Very good, Niall." Mrs. Hence says in congratulations, "You may have some problems with day dreaming but you still remain as sharp as ever."
"Thank you, ma'am." I thank her with a smile.
"Now," she says addressing the boy in front of me, "Mr. Styles, what is the hypotenuse of a triangle with legs equaling 34.73?"
He stares up at her with a blank expression on his face, "Um, 24?"
"I see you have not been studying the material very well Harry, I will need to see you after class in regards to your poor work."
As she says this I can see Harry put his head down on his desk in defeat. I can't help but feel sorry for him.

~one hour later~
The school bell rings as everyone gets up, the sound of talking and papers rumpling around me. I make it for the door, but stop when I hear a voice behind me.
"Mr. Horan, could you come here please," beckons Mrs. Hence.
"S-sure."
I turn and see Harry standing next to Mrs. Hence. My pulse goes up and butterflies start forming in my stomach as I get nearer to them. As I get there I realize, I've never stood this close to Harry before. Up close he looks even more handsome than from afar.
"What could she possibly want with me and Harry? Did I get in trouble?!"
"Well as you my have noticed Niall, Mr. Styles here," she motions to him without look to him, which was good for him seeing as he wasn't much paying attention, "is not doing very well in his math."
"W-well I wouldn't say that..." I start but didn't get to finish because Mrs. Hence put her hand up motioning me to stop.
"Please it is quite alright, his grades show that he is averaging a D- in my class."
He suddenly looks up interested in the conversation. "A D- ! That's not possible!"
"You are quite right Mr. Styles," says Mrs. Hence, turning to him with a strict look, "it is impossible for you to be receiving your current grade, it should be much lower."
"But, but, I can't play soccer if I'm failing any of my classes and we have a game in a week!!"
"Precisely why I have brought Mr. Horan here, I do not wish to see you fail my class and be suspended from soccer, but it will happen if your grades don't improve soon, so I am going to have Niall tutor you."
"WHAT?!?" we both say at the same time.
The look on Harry's face indicates a state of shock and horror. I am over come with the strange feeling of needing to puke and wanting to die.
"Yes, ever day after school Mr. Horan is to tutor you in math," says Mrs. Hence, confirming that what I had heard was not a cruel joke.
"But I have soccer practice after school!"
"And I have chess club!" I said this with faked alarm. The real reason that I didn't want to tutor Harry was that I was terrified that I was going to make a fool of myself in front of him. I just can't handel that kind of pressure.
"I'm sorry but arrangments have already been made," she turns to me, "You two are to start studying tonight at your house Mr. Horan, don't worry I have already informed both of your parents."
"B-but..." pleads Harry.
"That is all," Mrs. Hence says, cutting him off, "you two may go to your next classes."
"Ugh!" Harry exclaims as he leaves the class room.
I walk out of the class room, dazed. What was I going to do? I've never tudored anyone before!!
"Why me?! Why did it have to be me?! I guess that's what I get for being smart!"
As I enter my next class I take my seat, still not believing that, that very night the hottest boy in the whole school would be at my house.