"𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆"
or the one in which Louis Tomlinson, 25, is a teacher in Holmes Chapel High.
And Harry Styles, 15, is the student.
What happens when unwanted (illegal) feelin...
The bell rung loudly as Harry finished grabbing all of his books from his locker, while having to listen to his best friend, Niall, gush and ramble about many things.
"Hey Harry?"
"Mhmmm?"
"Maybe this year won't be that bad, and maybe we might found our special someone." Niall said suggestively, and wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk.
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Harry stopped on his tracks, and turned to face Niall.
"Really Niall? Really our 'special someone'? Are you only saying that because you want to have sex with Kendall Jenner, the most popular girl in school, and who you've been crushing on for years?"
"Harry!" Niall exclaimed, but smiled anyway. "Don't be so loud she's coming."
"Pfft, yeah in your mouth." Harry said cheekily, with a cheeky smile.
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"Harry!" Niall hissed, with his cheeks flushing a red color.
Harry only sighed. "Why do you even bother, Ni. You're too good for her. She's a cheater. She will -"
"I know, but she's sooooo pretty Harry." Niall said dreamily, the Irish accent sticking out.
Harry only scoffed and went back to his locker because he forgot his History book. When he came with the book on his hand, he saw Niall, drooling. Looking at Kendall.
Harry grimaced slightly.
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"Ewwww, Niiiiii, your drooling."
Niall caught on, on what he said, and immediately used his long sleeve to clean himself. "Sorry, Haz." He apologized sheepishly.
Harry laughed softly, before reading his favorite book for the one-thousand time.
My Policeman.
He was in love with the book.
"Haz, you know that Mrs. Wilson's going on maternity leave, right?"
"Yes, Niall."
"Well, the substitute teacher's-"
"Oh shut it Ni, I don't give a shit about- Holy cow!" Harry stopped saying as he saw a young attractive man, not looking over the age of twenty-five.
Harry felt like he couldn't breathe.
"W-what's his n-name?" Harry stuttered, but inwardly he cursed himself for already stuttering and he didn't even know the man, and here he was, crushing on him.
"Mr. Tomlinson." Niall smirked, already knowing what Harry was thinking.
"What class does he teach?" Harry asked breathlessly.
"History." Niall said simply.
Harry just couldn't take his eyes away from Mr. Tomlinson, and what was worse was that he taught Harry's not-so-favorite class, now.
History.
Harry then took his eyes away from Mr. Tomlinson and saw some teenage girls from around his age, giggling. Probably thinking the same as Harry.
And Harry couldn't help but feel jealous.
Harry just ignored it, as he started walking to Homeroom class with Niall. But one thing that he overheard the teenage girls say, made him choke on his own saliva.
"So when is another teacher, student scandal gonna happen around here?"
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Ok that was chapter one! what do we think?
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