Trouble Teacher

(4)

You find some ingredients and decide to make pasta. After a quick 45 minutes you finish,
Zowie a small portion and leaves the rest in the pot on the stove. You ate a little and
talked to Zowie for a bit before finishing. You do the dishes and cleans up the house for a bit since Mr.Bowie still wasn't back. You and
Zowie decide to watch a movie which didn't move or interested at all so you fall asleep as Zowie climbs up in your arms. You smile before dozing off and so does he.

The meeting finally ended at 8:30 and David bolted from the movie, apologizing to his colleagues for not going to dinner afterwards
with them. Once he made it home, he noticed how quiet the house seemed and was about to shout when he went into the living room
to find you and Zowie curled up and asleep. You looked far more comfortable with him than oddly enough, his own mother ever did.
He walked over to the couch and picked up Zowie to tuck him in before waking you up slightly and crouching Next to you. "YN, tell me where you live so I can drive you home." He couldn't resist but to brush your hair back and pulled his hand back from your face.
You moan softly and covers you face. "I don't want to get up." You mummble half asleep. "I don't..This couch is way more comfortable than the floor." You squint your eyes and chuckles softly. "Your mom wanted you back by 9 though, maybe I can call her for to come pick you up." He smiles softly and brushes your hair back again since it fell into your eyes. "Can't you just.." you sleeply pull him on the couch with you since you thought it was your father and closes your eyes. "Stay." He stiffens and closes his eyes for a moment. "I think we need to call your mother. (Y/N), where's your phone?" He sits up and with as much self control as possible and stands up after letting go of you and grabbing a blanket. "In my bag but whyyyy?" You grin and stretches your legs before laying on your stomach. "Come
back, please daddy." You reach out for him and sighs. 'Daddy', he'd never thought he'd hear you of all people say that to him. "(Y/N), it's Professor Bowie." He walks over to your bag and pulls out your phone to find your mom's
number and dials it. "Hello, Ms. (L/N), it's Professor Bowie. (Y/N), fell asleep. Could you come pick her up or you can tell me the address." Your mother agrees since she can't leave your brother and he writes down your address to drive you home. He hangs up and walks over to pick you up and his keys. He walks out to his car with you.

You jawn and rubs your eyes, still keeping them closed. "Did I really just call my history teacher 'daddy'? My goodness." You
mummble and chuckles softly. "And you like that don't you?" You kept talking although you already fell asleep again, you always talk in your sleep if you had a long day. He clears his throat and drives down the street since you only lived a couple streets over from him. "I'm not sure we should discuss this (Y/N)." "Well I think we should, you can tell me anything." You mummble and slides lower down in your seat.
The way you were sitting caused your shorts to ride up and expose more of your thighs. His breathing was growing more ragged and he shakes his head to focus on the road and turns down the street. "Thank you (Y/N), but there
are some things teachers and students shouldn't discuss." He's still unaware of your habit of talking in your sleep. You take a deep breath and lays your head back. "Come on
Mr.Bowie, I won't tell anyone. Please?" "I..I don't know (Y/N). You're my student." He sighs and looks over to your throat and neck exposed
as your hair falls back. "Yes, I did like it." "There we have it, I liked it too." You giggle softly and bites your bottomlip.

David turns down your street and bites his lip. "You shouldn't say such things (Y/N), I'm your teacher. I can't be anything else." "You know how badly I miss you when you're not around? How I need to be around you?" You were talking about your father, who you barely saw now you moved away. "I just want to lay down with you and, and having you tell me stories until we both fall asleep together." Your childhood, were your dad always told you fairytales before going to bed. "I need you." He pulls into your driveway and puts the car into park. "(Y/N), I think we should take you inside and not talk about this now." You sigh deeply. "Alright then, goodnight kiss at least?" You
smile and leans against his shoulder. He closes his eyes and kisses the top of your head quickly. "There, happy?" He turns his car off and unbuckles his seatbelt. "Thank you daddy." You smile warmly and holds yourself. "Let's go inside now." You try to open the door but cant seem to press hard enough. "Come on stupid door." You mummble. He leans over you and opens the door. "I'm sorry, sometimes the door sticks." He pulls back quickly but can't help and stare at your legs for a moment. He swallows hard and gets out of his car quickly before walking over to help you out of the car and grab your book bag. "Thank you." You stir awake slightly and walks with him to the door. You didn't bother ro open your eyes properly so you squint them as you look through your
purse and gets out your keys to open the door as your mother walk towards you. "I'm going now, I will see you." You point at him and smiles. Your mother stands behind you and thanks David. "Goodnight professor." You sigh
softly and rubs your head were he had kissed you. "Goodnight (Y/N), Goodnight Ms. (L/N)." He smiles softly and almost forgets to pay you as your mother starts to shut the door. "Oh wait,
I forgot to pay her for watching Zowie." He pulls out a twenty pound note and hands it to your mother.

"Thanks again. I'll see you tomorrow." "Bye." You mummble before your mother helps you up to your room to lay down a blanket on the floor and drapes a blanket around you before you cuddle yourself in the corner of the room and falls asleep. David looks up to the window as your mother turns her light off and rubs the back of his head before getting in the car and driving home. He can't stop thinking of you, even as he walks inside his house and locks the door. He checks on Zowie and kisses his head goodnight before heading to his own room and dressing in his pyjamas. He wasn't able to sleep until midnight, then he finally succumbed to sleep.