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

Chapter 1

Hello, I made it! I wrote the first chapter! Thank you to everyone who gave me hopes in this, so I'll just leave you to read :))

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*Louis’ POV*

I just got home from class, and am currently lying face down on my bed because I’m so tired. It’s been two weeks since the first one and I couldn’t be happier, but I got to admit it… it’s a stressing job.

“hey Lou, I’m making sandwiches, want one?” Niall’s voice floods through a crack on my now opened door.

“sure” I mumble against my pillow and feel the mattress compress.

“are you alright?”

“yeah,” I turn to face him, “just tired” I half smile and blondie pats my arm.

“told you it’d be tough”

“yeah, but I love it, it’s so much fun” I grin and sigh.

“how was it today?”

I smile at the memories of today’s class, it was pretty amazing to tell you the truth.

“it was great, Zayn showed me some of his drawings, man, he’s just so talented!”

“aren’t you his Music teacher? And who’s Zayn?” he chortles and I roll my eyes.

“he’s a student of mine, and the lads were supposed to bring something they feel passionate about, and he brought his art” I shrug, feeling proud.

“well that’s good, I guess…” Niall chortles and I join slightly. “Any other amazing thing happened today?” he asks, putting a voice.

“there was a girl, Liz, who brought a stuffed animal”

“that’s weird…” he furrows his brows.

“what’s weird is that the animal was a unicorn” I say seriously and he just laughs, “but hey, it was a great symbolism, she said that supernatural things were her obsession, and that she believes in a world of fantasy, that everything is possible” I say with raised brows and see how his eyes widen.

“I was totally not expecting that, I wanna marry her” he says with his eyes wide open and a simple line on his lips.

“don’t be silly, she’s underage” I hit him playfully, “the other one that surprised me was Harry, he really caught my eye with his choice”

“and what was that?” Niall says lying down beside me.

“a song”

“he sang? That’s not fair, he was supposed to bring something” my friend contorts his face.

“he sang to me, after all of the students left, because he claimed being ‘way too shy’” I say, putting quotes with my fingers around the last three words.

“what did he sing?”

~Flashback~

“I-I, I didn’t bring anything”

“why not Harry?” I ask as I walk closer to the boy’s desk, way in the back.

“I just, forgot…?” he says, but curves up as a question at the very end.

“will you bring something next class?” I ask, trying to sound serious, but failing when I see his eyes crystallising.

He nods his head and looks down, avoiding my gaze. I obviously notice and ask the next student for his item.