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He's Your Teacher. (5/5) Part 2

He's Your Teacher Part 2
If you havent already read part one to this preference, you can check it out before this one xoxo
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Niall: His hands failed to stop exploring every part of your body. His delicate fingers trailed at the hem of your shirt, barely daring to lift it an inch. "Niall," you whispered half a moan, half a warning. It was a small high school, but it wasn't that small. Someone would surely walk out of class with any excuse they could find to leave the boring lecture they were in. Maybe the bathroom, principle's office, the school nurse you literally only had seconds with Niall until somebody would come casually walking out of class. "I know Y/N. But I haven't seen you all day..." his every word lingering kisses in your ears. Your head snapped back against the iron locker, your eyes closing in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Mr. Horan?!" you felt your perfect utopia shattering beneath you. You fell onto your heels off of your tip toes, Niall's curious hands releasing you to the ground instantly. It was Jenna Porter, the school's journalist. You gasped not knowing what else to do. You knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you were just hoping for later. "Jenna..." you looked to Niall's hands which were clammed into two fists. You hated seeing him so nervous and worked up. He cracked his neck side to side. "This is crazy. Is this actually happening? Y/N Y/L/N and Mr. Horan?!" her high-pitched voice aching your ears until she erupted into an even worse giggle. "Jenna please," you begged stepping in front of Niall, "You don't understand." There was really no way to spin this. You knew that if she went to anybody about this it would be Niall who would be getting in trouble. You were the minor. You weren't gonna let anything happen to him though, no one was gonna find out. This was just as much of your fault as his. "Then explain it to me then," she put her twiggy arms onto her stocky hips looking for a valid explanation. "Jenna look. I am begging you. I am begging you please don't say anything about us," you turned back to Niall who just grabbed your hand from behind your back. He gave you a reassuring squeeze and a hopeful glance. You forced a small smile as Niall began to speak. "Jenna. I'm really sorry that you had to see this. But I can't help the feelings I have for Y/N. I have never felt so alive with anybody in my whole entire life," he paused and you looked down at his careful grasp against your hand, "I'm in love with her and age really shouldn't matter. She'll be graduating this year and then we can officially be together. Just please, please don't make us end things...not now." You could hear the uncertainty in Niall's voice. The wavering of his pitch made him sound like he was going to cry. "What's going on out here?" the battered voice of Mrs. Hucklebee, the school's principle, boomed through the stiff hallways. With a sharp intake of your breath you were ready to explain it all. Explain that you were the one who came onto him and that he had nothing to do with it. It's better to get expelled than for Niall to lose his job right? "Mrs. Hucklebee-" you began before Jenna interrupted. "Mr. Horan was just scolding us for passing notes in class," Jenna said staring down at her bright blue converse, "It won't happen again Mrs. Hucklebee. I'm-We're sorry. Right Y/N?" You flicked your eyes to Jenna who looked like a pretty good damn liar at the moment. "Oh um. Yeah. We're sorry," you looked up at Mrs. Hucklebee with an optimistic look. You crossed your fingers behind your back hoping she bought it. "Alright," you finally let your exhale out and sent Jenna a million virtual thanks, "just try to keep your students more in line next time Mr. Horan."

Zayn: "I hate constantly having the fear that someone will be watching us, that someone knows about us," you raked hasty fingers through your knotted hair. "I know baby," he sighed, "me too." He placed a short, sweet kiss on your forehead. "What are we gonna do?" You watched his sparkling eyes avoid your gaze. He never liked talking about this, about your relationship. About how it was forbidden and about how much trouble you both would get into if anyone found out. "Don't you have class now?" he stared straight behind you focusing on anything but you. "No..." you said trying to get a hold of his stare, "It's lunch time." "Oh right," he replied looking up at the clock that read 11:47. A slow grin appeared on his face. "What is it Zayn?" you asked confused. "I have an idea." "What is it?" you asked putting your backpack down since it was starting to ache your shoulders. "Why don't I take you out for lunch?" "Right now?!" "Yeah. C'mon. We can go out and no one from school will be there since they'll all be here," he looked up at your with a giant smile and those puppy dog eyes you despised, "It'll be perfect." "I don't know Zayn...It's risky," you said nibbling on your lower lip. "Yeah," he said closing the space between the two of you. You could feel his warm breath tickling the tip of your nose, "But name one thing about our relationship that isn't risky?" You giggled in between his begging kisses. "Okay fine," you gave in, "But we have to hurry up. I need to be back by 12:50 to make it to Science on time." "Okay okay-" "Wait," you stopped him, "How are we gonna get out of here without anyone seeing. Everyone's out there because it's lunch..." He reached into his tight slacks reaching for the keys jingling in his pocket. "Here. You take the keys to my car and get to it without anyone seeing. You can do that right?" he stuck out the keys. "Yeah. I think so. But what about you?" "Swing by the front of the school in 5 minutes and I'll be there," he said lightly pushing your weight off of him. "But people are gonna see me driving-" a devious grin played on his lips. "That's why I have this," he went into the top drawer of his desk pulling out a giant ninja turtle mask. "What the hell do you want me to do with that?" you asked placing a hand on your hip. "Wear it," he smiled, "But not until you get into the car. No one will know it's you!" "Why do you even have this thing?" "It was from Halloween last year. I knew one day it would come in handy," he winked. You thought about it for awhile. Ahh fuck it. You snatched the green garbage from his hand stuffing it into your backpack. "See you in a few babe," he was getting so much fun out of this wasn't he? You made your way into the semi-clear hallways. People were littering out into the school courtyard for lunch so no one was really there to question you. You safely made it out into the parking lot. There was no one in site. You quickly scanned for his red sedan, beeping it open as soon as it came in sight. You took one more look around before hopping in and stooping down into the driver's seat. You grabbed for your backpack pulling out the ninja turtle mask. You sighed, the things you did for love. You pulled it quickly over your head and drove to the front of the school. Surely enough there was Zayn leaning against the school monument with a clown's grin plastered on his face. He ran around to the passenger's seat, laughing as he got in. "I love the new look babe," he smirked. "Shut up," you smacked his arm playfully, "We're still gonna have to have that talk of ours over lunch you know that right?"