Mr Murphy●Cillian Murphy X Reader

Study

September 5th, 8.04 pm
What history means to me. History means absolutely nothing to me, I mean, it was my mum's idea for me to choose history A level.
Practically, the none of the school had WiFi, apart from ontop a cupboard in the dorm. The library was my best choice. Choosing a desk in the back of the library, I began to scan the shelves for history books.
This is torture. Book after book everything was the same. My notes soon turned into doodles, and I had nothing to show in progress tomorrow. What will I say to the teacher.
8.54 pm
Fifty whole minutes and what have I achieved, absolutely nothing. My brain felt numb. My fingers were almost swollen from flicking through pages book after book. Everything I read went through one ear and poured out the other. Why am I so hopeless at history.
I saw the old librarian beginning to put books away, meaning the library shut at nine pm. We'll that was a waste of my time and all that research for nothing.
9.01 pm
After leaving the library with no books to study apart from a weekly fashion magazine, I actually felt sorry for myself. Stumbling through the hallways (from sleep deprivation and for sitting down for so long), I couldn't bear to go back to the noisy room. All those books and reading gave me the headache from hell. The last thing I wanted was eleven other girls in the same room as me. The hallways were all empty, giving an eerie feeling. The school had to be haunted. It was over a hundred years old. I sat down in an empty hallway, I probably looked strange sitting on the floor of an old corridor, but honestly, I couldn't care less. Rummaging around my bag, I finally found the forgotten bag of crisps from earlier.
9.18 pm
My fashion magazine felt like a break from reading, although it was still reading, but it wasn't boring texts but instead photos of celebrities and designers in beautiful but outrageous outfits.
I sat in the corner of an empty corridor on the cold hard floor. It was uncomfortable but peaceful, no screaming girls or petty drama it was just me and Mr. Murphy.
Wait, what? Why was he walking down the corridor? It was late at night. He shouldn't be in school, especially at this time at night. Oh well, what's the worst he can do, I'm not in his lesson anymore. I stayed in my position, not moving or putting my magazine away. He couldn't tell me what to do. He had no authority over me out of lessons.
"What are you doing in the corridor?" He stopped right next to me,"and at this time of night?" He continued.
"Studying," I said peacefully, not looking at him, still reading my magazine.
"That's a peculiar looking textbook," he said while kneeling down to my level.
"I can assure you it's educational," I joked, placing the magazine in my lap and finally looking at him.
"Hm, how's your speech going?" He asked.
"Not very good," I sighed,"I can't write anything, I looked through hundreds of books, can't find anything that interests me,"
"What about that?" He said, pointing at my magazine, resting gently on my lap.
Picking it up, I looked at him in confusion, my magazine that isn't history, all of it was from this month.
"You obviously like fashion Diana," Carefully, he picked up the magazine from my lap,"Fashion can go back thousands of years. Can you make clothes?"
I nodded. My mother had taught me to sew from a young age, and now and then I would make my own clothes.
"There we go," he smiled and patted me on the back," that means something to you from history." He began to flick through my magazine, turning the page every few seconds,"is this all you read?"
"Sort of, I used to read other books, but I'm less interested now," I replied. While opening my bag of crisps, I offered Mr. Murphy one buy, but he politely declined.
"You should open your mind to more books," he placed the magazine back on my lap, gently brushing his hands along my leg,"You are better than this Diana," slowly he stood back up and began to walk off.
"Wait, sir!" I shouted down the corridor at him, walking off. He turned around. "When is my speech due?" I asked, still shouting.
"2 weeks," he shouted back, smiling before he turned around.
10.05 pm
Walking back to the room, all I could think about was Mr. Murphy, his blue eyes, and handsome face. Suddenly, I came back to my senses. What was I thinking, thinking? He was my teacher.
The dorm was how I expected it to be, warm and stuffy with lots of girls running around, spraying perfume, shouting. My headache was slowly coming back, and I could feel my head spinning.
"Diana!" Flo jumped from the top bunk and gave me a strong hug,"where have you been, I missed you." Clutching my hand, she sat on my bed next to me. She held up two dresses, one pink and sparkling, the other a black velvet shique dress. "Which one?"She asked.
In my opinion, the black one was gorgeous, while the pink one was a bit taky and cheap looking.
"Both stunning!" I lied,I couldn't seem judgemental. she and issy were my only friends,"What are they for anyway?"
"Lindsy Andersons birthday party," her smile began to settle,"have you not been invited?"
"No?" I didn't even know who the girl was,"who is she,"
"You haven't heard of her?"I looked at Flo in confusion,"the most popular girl in our year?"
My face was blank, as was my brain. Flo smiled and held my hand,"it's ok, you can be my plus one! Have you got an outfit?"
"Outfit?" This was horrible, I didn't bring any nice clothes.
"We must go shopping tomorrow, after lessons,"
"Black dress," I answered her question," The pink one is horrific,"
Jokingly, she punched my arm,"There is no need to be rude. That dress cost me five pounds,"
"Oo expensive," I joked, bursting into laughter, flo jokingly pushed me again, and knocked me over. Both of us burst into laughter, although I didn't know what I was exactly laughing at, possibly Flo's jokes, or the thought of myself crushing over my teacher.