The Book of One-Shots | One Direction & 5 Seconds of Summer.

Chapter 3 (Louis.)

Louis One Shot  (Smut.)

Your P.O.V.

"(Y/N), would you like to participate in class today?" Mr. Tomlinson says as he yanks my phone out of my hand.

I let out a soft groan and look up at him. "No, not really." I reply, resting my elbows on the desk.

"Well that's too bad since you don't have a choice." He says with a smile, then walks back to his desk to continue teaching the lesson.

Sassy, sassy man.

I don't understand how he can be so fucking happy even when I'm such a bitch.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I mumble to my peers that have had

their eyes glued to me ever since Mr. Tomlinson decided to take my phone.

People need to mind their own fucking business.

The class goes on and I can't help but not listen since I'm bored out of my damn mind.

I don't even wanna be here. I hate school. A building full of fucking idiots.

I'm startled as I hear the bell ring. Everyone around me stands up and files out the room.

I sigh and slowly put everything back into my bag before flinging the strap over my shoulder, then walking up to the teacher's desk.

"How may I help you today, (Y/N)?" He asks, giving me his full attention instead of the computer monitor.

"Can I just have my phone so I can leave?" I simply say as I shift my weight to one leg, crossing my arms over my chest as well.

"No."

"No? I need my phone. It's Friday and-"

"And you teenagers can't survive 2 or 3 days without your damn phone." He cuts me off, slaming his palms on the wood desk before rising from his chair, making me flinch slightly.

"Tell ya what." He pauses and walks around the desk until he's standing right next to me.

"Lemme take you out. Then at the end of the night, you can have your phone."

What? I mean, Mr. Tomlinson is attractive, don't get me wrong. But I don't think it's a good idea to go out with a teacher, even if he's not that much older than you.

But damn, is he hot.

"We can't,  I don't want you getting in trouble if some snitch sees us." I respond, glancing up at his beautiful blue eyes.

This man, is perfect.

"Nobody is going to see us, I'll pick you up at 7." He says, sliding his hands down into the pockets of his slacks.

"You don't even know where I live."

"School has every students adress. Just be ready by 7. You'll know when I'm there." He winks and descends back to his desk.

Wow, I'm going on a date with my teacher.

...

I don't really want to over do the date with a dress or something.

Maybe I should wear leggings. Leggings can be dressy and casual, right?

Plus it's a bit chilly outside and I can't be assed to wear something that shows my legs.

I should shave..

I need to shave..

Fuck.

I race over to the bathroom and shave off any hair on my body, trying not to get my hair wet at all.