One Direction Dirty Imagines

Teacher's Pet- LOUIS TOMLINSON


I sat in the cold metal desk, watching the clock. It was two o’clock and our teacher was ten minutes late. Mr. Daily was old and seemed to be very forgetful at the best of times, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he had completely forgotten that he had a class to teach. 
It was the last period of the day, and it seemed like we weren’t going to have English class. The other kids moved around the room, talking loudly about the latest gossip and throwing paper across the room. I actually looked forward to English class, unlike my peers. Even though Mr. Daily was a bit stagnant in the way he taught, I loved reading and writing. The other classes could not hold my interest like literature did. 


Suddenly, the classroom door swung open. Uniform skirts swished as all the students rushed to take their seats. In walked a young and handsome man, who smiled at all of us. 
“Hello class!” He picked up a peice of chalk and wrote “Mr. Tomlinson” on the board. “I’m Mr. Tomlinson and I’ll be covering for your English teacher, Mr. Daily.” He walked over to the desk and leaned against it. “It seemed the old bugger might’ve lost his way to the school again.” 
The students laughed, and I watched him closely. He was nice to look at, there was no denying it. 
“Alright, well you can continue with whatever you were doing before I walked in, it’s Friday. No need to er, start anything new.” 
The whole class looked at each other in happy disbelief and resumed their animated chattering.

I, however, was not expecting this. We had a test to prepare for the following week and we needed to review. I refused to let my grades slip because of a careless substitute teacher. 
“Excuse me,” I interjected, raising my hand in the air. The students quieted, looking at me. 
“Yes, what’s the matter?” Mr. Tomlinson asked, lowering his newspaper he had began reading. 
“Aren’t you supposed to teach us?” I asked bluntly. The snotty girl next to me rolled her eyes. “I mean, we have exams to prepare for. You’re supposed to teach, not just sit there.”


Mr. Tomlinson looked at me in disbelief. “And you are?” 


“[Y/N]”


He sat up straighter, and gazed at me.

“You’re complaining about the lack of work I’m assigning, is that correct, Miss [Y/L/N]?” He smiled, almost patronizingly.


“Well, yes.” I sat straighter, meeting his firm gaze confidently. “I’m here to learn, not sit here staring at the wall.”


“Do tell me, what novel this class is working on.” He inquired, standing up and walking towards my desk. 


“Romeo + Juliet. We’ve just finished,” I replied. He stepped closer, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. 


“Well, Miss [Y/L/N], you can write me a ten page essay on the Queen Mab monologue by Mercutio.”
I scoffed 

“That’s not fair!” Anger was building up inside of my chest. 


“You can begin your essay during a two hour’s detention after class with me.” He crossed his arms looking satisfied.


I turned red with anger. “You’re punishing me for wanting an education?” 
“Miss, if I were you I would keep quiet before you make matters worse for yourself.” He sounded as if he had succeeded in something, which made me even more furious.


My peers watched what when on, laughing quietly. “Wow, did she really complain about having a free period?” one girl said softly to her neighbor. 
I wanted to insult Mr. Tomlinson, and simply rant, but I already had two hours of detention and I did not want to face any more consequences. I glared at him, crossing my arms across my chest. He looked triumphant as he made his way back to his desk, sinking into the chair and turning his attention back to the paper. 
I sat there, seething.