as I walked to school, with my black converse scuffing against the concrete as I walked, slowly, by quickly, so I wouldn't be late for first period. First period is absolute worst period of the entire day, English, I hate English, all the teacher does is try to correct how you speak, I know how to speak, please, don't correct me. second threw forth are okay, with Music, Health, Science and history, but last period is the period I look forward too everyday, Mr.Styles's class, I swear I'm the first person to walk in the class and the last person to leave, man, the teacher is just, oh lord he's perfect, he has the most perfect smile, and his eyes, they are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life, and lord, his curls, don't even get me started on them, boy I would like to lace my fingers through his curls, while he did so many inappropriate things to me.
the bell rang, signaling that 4th period was over, with a small sigh, and a big smile, I jumped up, and rushed to Mr.Style's class, as soon as I walked in, I cheered in my mind, because hey! I was the first one again ;)
"Good Afternoon Niall" harry said with a small, but breathtaking smile.
it took me a moment to reply, because my heart was pounding, and my mind couldn't form any words, finally I came out with a
"Afternoon", it was barely hear-able , that's how low my whisper was.
he settled with replying with a small smile while he was stacking and sorting papers on his desk, the class soon came in, and settled down, and instantly got quiet. I must have been in a daze, because next thing I know, Mr.Styles is calling my name to answer a problem, I instantly started freaking out, many thoughts running through my mind.
"Niall?" Harry kinda questioned.
"yes Mr.Styles?" i whispered.
"I'm not even going to argue with you, please, see me after class." he demanded.
"yes Mr.Styles" it came out a little louder then expected.
oh boy, the end of class couldn't come soon enough.
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386words, more then proud of myself, I know this story isn't the best right now, but I'm trying really super hard!
lots of love
~sadness ❤️
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Yes Mr.Styles? (Narry Boyxboy)
Fanfictionwhat happens when 17 year old Niall Horan who is just a slight bit suicidal, with the average cutting himself because he thinks he isn't good enough, gets feelings for his 29 year old Algebra teacher Harry Styles?
