Thin Lips (A Larry Stylinson Teacher/Student Fan Fiction)

Prologue

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*Louis’ POV*

“I got the job!”

“what?!”

“I got the fucking job!” I scream once again at my best friend and he stands from the couch to hug me tight.

“that’s great man!” he cheers with a wide smile.

“I know! It’ll be amazing! I’m so excited! It’s the best day of-”

“woah, calm down Lou, let’s go out, celebrate” Niall suggests with a smirk.

“nonononono,” I snap, “I have lots of things to do, school starts in just one week!”

“one weeks is enough time Lou”

“first work, then partying”

“you already sound like a hateable teacher” Niall groans and I laugh.

“awwwwww I love you too!” I grin stupidly at my flatmate.

“I really hope you don’t act like a serious, horrible teacher, because the kids will hate you”

“first off, they are not kids, I got the job in secondary school actually and-”

“hold the fuck up, you wanted to teach kids, it’s your first experience Louis” he says with a pronounced frown on his forehead.

“I know, but they had already found someone, and they said they needed a music teacher in high school, and why not?” I grin, excitement running through my veins with the memory of the interview.

“you ought to be careful Lou”

“what do you mean?” I cock my head to one side.

“teens nowadays are a bit… out of control…”

“I know, but hey, they’ll love me!”

“whatever you say Mr Cocky”

“shush” I punch him playfully.

Just imagine, in exactly eight days I’ll be in charge of multiple classes… dream came true.

*Harry’s POV*

“first period was horrible, we have a new French teacher, and I swear she creeps me out”

“it can’t be that bad Zayn” I chortle as we walk to our next class, luckily together.

“oh but it is, she’s old and has tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny eyes,” he drags in a quite high pitched voice, “but when he puts on her glasses her eyes are gigantic!” he blurts out in the middle of the hallway, raising his hands in the air and making a big deal of it.

“that’s weird, glad to be in Science first period” I mock and he groans.

“I don’t like having different classes”

“we have most of them together” I smile.

“still, not enough”

“Liam is in every of your classes” I try to cheer him up a bit.

Just then we enter the class and realise we were later than we expected. All eyes fall on us and the History teacher begins to scowl.

Jesus.