Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Oh, He's Funny Is He?

You slowly drag your eyes open, slamming your hand against the alarm clock that was violently screaming. Throwing the duvet off yourself, you run your hand through your messy hair and yawn. You trudge to the shower, the towel draped over your shoulder as you sleepily walk into your en-suite bathroom (that Benedict had insisted you 'needed').

Seeing as this was your first official day, you decided to wear your cropped jeans with your cropped baggy grey jumper. Your hair, you just decided to leave in its natural curls (as your hair was now long enough that the curls sat neatly on your shoulders). Following from a text message from Benedict, wishing you a good day, you pull your brown leather bag over your shoulder and leave your student room.

"Erm, excuse me" you politely interrupt a teacher from his conversation in the hallway by tapping his shoulder. The man turns round and smiles at you.

"I was wondering if you could tell me where room 34 is?" You ask, showing the teacher the piece of paper in your hand with your timetable on it. The teacher thinks for a minute before pointing to the right of the both of you.

"It's right down that corridor love, then you turn right." He says politely. you smile and nod to him.

"Thank you" you say as you walk in the direction that he'd pointed out to you.
Walking down the corridor, you feel your heart beating faster in your chest as the pupils walk past you. Some of them pushing and shoving, clearly in a rush to get to their class.
a few individuals seem to recognise you, as they glance at you when walking but then quickly look back before whispering something to the friend that they were walking past. You ignore the occasional 'subtle' photo being taken of you and the girls that would walk past, jaws dropping to their knees and eyes filled with envy.

"Sorry I'm late" you almost whisper, walking into the lecture room. The lecturer sighs ever so slightly but then offers you a reassuring smile.

"Not at all. What was your name?" He asks as you awkwardly walk to the seating area.

"Y/N" you reply, climbing the steps so that you could try and sit as far out of site as you could. However it seemed that the more you walked up the steps, the less seats became available. It shocked you as to how many people thought it was acceptable to place their bags in the seat next to them so you weren't able to sit there.

"Pst" you hear someone whisper. You quickly turn your head to the boy who was sat a few rows above where you were standing.

"Please have a seat Y/N" the lecturer instructs. You turn round and nod, embarrassed. You look up to the boy who had whispered at you. He gestures his head to the empty space next to him, a smile on his face. You let out a sigh of almost relief as you quickly walk up the steps and awkwardly sit next to him.

"Thank you" you whisper, getting your notebook out your bag. You place it on the wooden table in front of you along with your pen before turning to the boy.

"You wouldn't think that aspiring teachers would be such arseholes, would you?" The boy jokes. You laugh slightly with agreement.

"I'm Louis" the boy says, a smile on his face. You smile at him

"I'm Y/N" you reply.

"I know, you said it before. When you walked in late. My memory is second to none" Louis replies sarcastically.

"Please don't tell me that I'm sat next to a prick for the rest of the year" you joke. Louis laughs lightly and shrugs.