My Teacher // [h.s]

Chapter eleven.

Once I got home I was exhausted, I told Victoria everything about the photoshoot and that I got hired. Twenty minutes later my mom arrived and we ate dinner.

I excused myself with Tori, but I was truly tired, I took my backpack and headed upstairs. When I got to my room I left my body crash on the mattress of my bed and grabbed my phone. Decided to post on twitter
"Guess who got hired for a photoshoot."

I left my phone on the bed and got up, took my shoes off and grabbed my towel and pijama and went straight to my bathroom, I really needed a shower. I went back to my room after like twenty-five minutes, combed my hair and dried it.

I was laying on my bed, getting comfortable to get some sleep when my phone rang. It was a text.

Harry Styles: congratulations on getting hired, love x.

Me: thank you, Harry. I think I deserve something, do you agree? ;)

Harry Styles: of course I do babe. See you tomorrow in class. Sleep well, x.

I slightly smiled at that last message, he was so... I don't know, so him. I closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep.

"Why won't you wake up you little idiot!" Victoria was shaking me roughly to wake up.
"Oh God, I'm awake!" I groaned.
"Good, it's 6:30 you have thirty minutes to get ready. Aunt Delilah is lending me her car and you have to take her to her job before going to school" She said and left my room.

I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I applied a bit of mascara and went to my closet. It was Friday so I decided on wearing a black skirt with white polka dots in 'A' shape, and a white crop top. I splashed Vanilla Lace by Victoria Secret over my body and my neck, put my black vans on and applied red lipstick.

I am brunette so I like the contrast the red of my lipstick with my hair and skin. Grabbed my backpack and went downstairs. My mom was waiting for me, I took my car keys and said bye to Tori with a yell. Once outside my mom gave me three bars of Rice Krispies Treats and a bottle of apple juice.

Our trip to her job was quiet, she was typing so fast on his phone she didn't even realize when we got there. "Mr. Cowell wants you here at four, try to be on time." She kissed my cheek and said bye climbing off my Volkswagen.

I got to school ten minutes before eight, there was a lot of time to fill, but it was cool. I was about to reach my locker when I felt my phone vibrating, a text.

Harry Styles: See you in three hours, have a nice class, x.

As I was about to reply, Evan scared me from behind. "Boo!" I even jumped. "Hey, easy Den!"

"You idiot almost killed me!" I pushed him playfully, his smile was precious.
"Anyway, just came to say congratulations" he's the sweetest. "Thank you, Evan" and I wrapped him in a hug.

"I have to go, I got a different schedule so I have to be on time for Mr. Pettis' class." He said.
"Have fun, I have to go to art. Only God knows how much I hate art." I said and he laughed. "I'll text you later." He said and left me by my own.

I took my notebook out of the locker heading to Mr. Malik's class. I like his full name, it is not that common. I got to my class and I sat in the middle row third seat, not too close or too far from the front. There were some people in the classroom, but no one I knew.

I waited for about five minutes, the classroom was getting filled while the time passed, suddenly I saw a brunette and not-that-tall guy, but very attractive enter the classroom with a suitcase. He placed it on the teacher's desk and I thought 'he can't be my teacher.'

"Morning guys, my name is Zayn Malik and I am your art teacher." His accent was so sweet and sexy. What was with this school that some teachers were so friggin' hot? I closed my mouth when he looked at my direction and I stared at the floor until he continued to speak.

"As this is our first and only class in the week, we will work a bit more than in other classes and you'll have homework to do every class, sorry, I didn't designed the schedule guys." He said and smiled. His smile was so perfect, perfect white teeth, I couldn't help but smile back at his contagious one.

"So now" he took a marker out of his pocket "let's start this class with you telling me what you are good at, talking about art." he winked. He turned facing the board and wrote 'Painting', 'Drawing', 'Singing', and 'Acting.'

"Alright, who's good at singing?" only five girls raised their hand and he wrote the number 5 beside the word. "Acting?" ten people rasied their hand and he did the same as the last time. "Painting?" three guys raised their hand. "And finally, drawing?" only a girl who was sat next to me and I raised our hand. "Perfect" he said.

I shyly smiled at the girl beside me, she smiled back. "Okay, so this is a pretty much mixed group" Mr. Malik said. "As we have to cover up every aspect, we will work with all of them every week." Nobody in the class was happy with that, even me. "Guys, guys!" He shut us up. "Remember it is not because I wanted it to be this way, it's an order from people above."

He kept explaining the reasons and after that he gave us a little introduction about Art. "This week we are going to work with singing." He said. "I was already expecting a few of you being into this one. We will have one hour of theory and two hours for practice. Please open your books on page eight and read until page eleven."

We discussed the reading and learned about how our throats work while singing, after that, the people who is good at singing showed us their talent, they're very good. After the demonstration we did some exercises to sing better, or improve our singing.

"Why don't you sing something, Mr. Malik?" A red-headed girl asked. "I might, but I don't know what to sing." He said while scratching his arm. "Sing Counting Stars by One Republic." I suggested. He smiled and agreed.

For the moment he started to sing we all were amazed, his voice was so soft and sweet and it was a beautiful opposite from his voice when he speaks, he finished singing and we all applauded. "Thank you," he said "so your homework is already on the board and people with drawing skills get ready for next class, the other people... Practice." He winked.

I gathered all my things and headed to my locker to change my books and everything I needed for my next class. When I opened the locker a little piece of paper fell to the floor, it read:

"I'll be waiting you on the parking lot, we have plenty of time to get something good to eat.
H. x"

As I read the note a smile grew up on my face, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I do finitely am going with Harry.
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A/N:
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