My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

Heartbreak

LOUIS' P.O.V.

The weekend was horrible. There wasn't an hour where I wasn't crying because everything reminded me of Harry and I still couldn't believe the situation I was in. What didn't help was that Harry was constantly calling me and leaving me messages not accepting the end of our relationship or whatever that was.

At some point on Saturday he even stopped by our flat, but luckily Zayn was there and had told him I wasn't home. He didn't believe him and rushed past him into the flat, he used the excuse that he still had his stuff here, but I knew him too well. I also knew he was going to come inside beforehand, so I quickly went into Zayn's room just in time when I heard Harry's voice at the door and thankfully he didn't see me. What broke me were the sobs I could hear coming out of my room and I muffled my own cries by pressing Zayn's pillow on my face. He had spent almost thirty minutes in there, but I didn't dare to even move a single millimeter as I just sat behind the slightly open door and listened to Harry's every move. And when he finally left and I went back to my room, every piece of him was gone and when I looked at my bed there was a wet spot on my pillow and I knew he had been lying there crying on my pillow. I sat down on my bed and took it in my arms sniffling and broke down once more until I passed out from exhaustion.

Zayn tried to help by distracting me but nothing worked. He didn't give up though and even when I insulted him or started yelling he wouldn't leave me alone and I was grateful for that. When Monday came I was glad I had decided to write the English test on this date, so I didn't have to pretend to be the happy teacher because I honestly didn't have the strength to do that.

"Good morning, guys." I said as I walked into the classroom and everyone fell silent after greeting me back. I tried so hard not to look in Harry's direction, but it didn't take long before I failed. He didn't look good, in fact he looked like he'd been crying for days, and I couldn't blame him because I wasn't any better. "As I have already announced, we will write a test today, so please put your books away and I want to only see a pen on your table and nothing else."

I grabbed the tests and started handing them out to the students, but I laid them on the table the other way around so they couldn't look at the questions already.

"You can turn them over when everyone has received their sheets." I was now in the second row and put the tests down and when I got to the third row where Harry, Niall and Liam were sitting, I swallowed down the lump in my throat. I prayed to god that my hands weren't shaking when I handed them the sheets over. As usual I felt their gazes on me but I ignored them. "You have time until the bell rings. Hand me over your tests when you're done and you are free to go." I said as I placed the test in front Niall. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I walked away from their table and after handing out the last few sheets I returned to the front and looked at my watch before turning to the students. "Good luck."

With that said, everyone turned over their sheets and started working. I didn't really care if someone was cheating today, but being a responsible teacher I looked between the rows to see if anyone glanced at the neighbour's paper. To my horror I could see Harry looking at Liam's sheet which he moved slightly towards Harry. I sighed deeply as I got up and walked over to them and stood in front of their tables.

"If you don't want to fail, I better not see this again. I'm warning you just once." I whispered so no one could hear that I didn't actually let them fail.

They both looked at me with unreadable expressions and nodded slightly mumbling apologies so I nodded at them and returned to my desk and sat down in my chair. I could see how Harry glanced at me when I sat down, but immediately lowered his head when he saw me looking back at him. It was harder than I thought to keep my calm when I was teaching his class and seeing him, but somehow I managed not to let it show how horrible I was feeling. I had never thought I could allow a person to get under my skin like Harry did to me. Until now I didn't even know how much I must loved him when I was so miserable.