Harry's teacher (Larry Stylinson) (ON HOLD!)

Chapter One ~ His first day

Harry's p.o.v.

It was Harry's first day of school since he moved here, to England. He had lived in America all his life, so he was feeling sad to leave it all behind. On the other hand, he was quite curious and wanted to get to know the country and it's people. He was 18 now, going to high school.

He lifted himself from his kingsize bed and walked over to the big closet, picking some decent clothes to wear to school for the first day. He chose a black pair of skinny jeans with a plain white shirt on top. He headed downstairs, looking in the mirror for a second and ruffling his hair. It had to do. Walking into the big kitchen, he sat down at the kitchen table and immediately got his breakfast placed in front of him by the cook. Yes, he was rich. Or, in a better way, his father was. That was mostly the reason why they moved here, to get his father an even better job. He finished his meal, thanking the cook. He walked outside to the car, the door being opened by the driver. He quickly got in.

The car ride was silent, leaving Harry to think. He wondered what the school was like and he hoped the students would accept him. He was quite popular in America, mostly thanks to his dads money, he thought. But it was good for Harry to know his friends stayed with him, even after he told them he was gay. Yes, he was gay. It was a relief to finally be able to look at boys without recieving questioning glances from his friends and other people. He had never had a boyfriend though, he was a bit shy for that. He also couldn't get the thought out of his mind of them being with him only for his dads money.

When he arrived at school, he had some time left before the class started. He got his scedule from the friendly women at the office, before heading to his locker. He looked around, surprised to see the school seemed inviting, bright and open. He headed for his first class, walking trough the long hallways with bright colours painted on the walls. His first lesson was English. Harry saw the teacher standing at the doorway, greeting his students after summerbreak. As soon as Harry got a good look on his new teacher, he stopped walking. He gasped as his heart started beating incredibly fast. His teacher was a god. His brown long hair slightly in front of his eyes. Oh god his eyes, deep blue, shimmering like diamonds. He could see his muscles through his shirt, suddenly feeling the urge to find out if he had a six pack. He walked a bit closer, watching intently as the teacher smiled at one of the students. He almost had a heart attack at the sound of the teacher's sweet angelic voice. "Hi," he said, "welcome back, I'm mister Tomlinson." His bright smile causing Harry's heart to skip a beat. He walked up to his new teacher, suddenly wanting to hear that voice all the time. He quickly introduced himself. "Hi Harry," his teacher said, smiling. "Get a seat quickly, I'm about to start the lesson," he said. Harry only nodded, walking into the classroom. This was going to be an interesting year, Harry thought to himself.

Louis' p.o.v.

He was greeting the students after summer break when he noticed a new name on the list. Harry Styles, fresh from America. The moment Louis saw him, he felt his heart beating faster. This is Harry? he thought to himself. He must be dreaming. Nothing, no one in this world, was as beautiful as this boy. His curly hair bouncing on his head, bright green eyes, sparkling with the joy of life. His clothes looked good too, especially those skinny jeans... He managed to smile when Harry introduced himself, telling him to get a seat quickly. He waited another minute, regaining his normal heartrate and strength. He walked into the classroom, pleased to see Harry had picked a seat opposite of the teacher's desk. He walked to it, grabbing a boardmarker and scribbling some notes down for the class. He saw Harry writing them down, fast. It made Louis smile inside, a smart boy too... Louis definitely liked Harry, he wanted to get to know him. So when the first class was over, and Harry lingered a bit, he heard himself speak. "You're a smart boy, aren't you?" Harry looked him in the eyes, his sparkling green making something twitch inside Louis' stomach. Harry smiled, leaving Louis' heart beating fast again. "Yes mister, I was a straight A student in America." Oh god, not smart, brilliant. Louis smiled, making a gesture at the door. "That's amazing Harry, I would love to know what you've learnt there some time. Now go, before you run late for your second class." He winked at him. Where did he get the confidence? I guess Harry brought it up in him. He watched Harry nod, his cheeks burning with a slightly red color. "Yeah sure, I'll do that some time. See you next class, mister Tomlinson, bye!" Harry said, while leaving his classroom. Louis could do nothing but watch as this gorgeous man walked away. He let out a sigh. This was going to be an interesting year, Louis thought to himself.

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I'm mostly going to write in Harry's p.o.v. I guess, don't know yet.

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