I Won't Mind ; narry

one

              

One thing that Harry dreaded so much was school.

It was understandable, really, because mostly every teen hated it.

He hated sitting in a desk for eight long hours, he hated listening to teacher's blab about god knows what. He hated it all. Except for one class, that is.

And that is his English class, it may or may have to deal with his very attractive English teacher who was not normal at all.

Harry doesn't know what kind of attraction he has for his teacher.

Was it his pretty clothes? Was it the make up Harry notices upon him when he's talking to him? The way his pretty petite small frame is built? His cute little arse?

What he does know, is that it's wrong to like a teacher.

Although, he doesn't seem to mind how he portraits himself in front of him. He actually doesn't care if he'll get in trouble for it.

That's why he act's the way he is in class. Loud and rude. Flirting with his English teacher that clearly despises him.

It wasn't normal at all, Harry would've thought that his fellow classmates will think he's weird for flirting with his teacher (who's about a few years older than him) which was clearly opposite, the class actually cheer him on for it.

Harry sighs as he walks into school. His backpack slung over his shoulder, hair away from his face and neatly put up into a quiff. White normal t-shirt along with the most skin tight skinny jeans he owns.

He smiles politely at some of the girl's as he walks in, causing them to giggle and whisper incoherent things to one another.

He smirks cockily as he notices some of his team mates following behind him around as if he's some sort of god. In all honesty Harry sorta likes the attention he receives in school. It made him feel quite powerful, like he owns the school, and boy wasn't that feeling great.

"Harry!" Zayn calls from the other side of the hall.

The native lad was Harry's best friend, they've known each other since they were young kids. Have stuck together since then.

Harry smiles and swiftly walk over to his best friend after bidding his team mates a farewell.

He reaches Zayn with a sly grin, "Hey, what's up?"

"Thinking about smoking a fag outside before class starts. Wanna join?" Harry nods his head at Zayn's word's and quickly follows his best friend.

"You gonna hit on Mr. Horan again?" Zayn speaks, his voice mellow and calm. He arches his eyebrows at Harry

"Is that even a question? Of course I am, someone with and arse like that, deserves to get hit on everyday," Harry chuckles.

It's not that Mister Horan doesn't like it because Harry's pretty positive that his blonde teacher does, so why not take the chance and flirt with him everyday?

As if on cue, Harry spots his teacher in the parking lot getting out of his car. The blonde is wearing a pink knit sweater along with some tight skinnies like Harry.

Harry keeps his gaze on Niall the whole time even when the blonde sways his hips as he walks into school and fuck, Harry had to hold back a moan that was daring to escape his mouth.

"The things I would do to him," Harry sucks in his bottom lip, looking back at Zayn who rolled his eyes.

"Too bad he doesn't let you," Zayn cackles taking one last hit of his cigarette.