1D One Shots

Empty Classroom ~Niam

ooo teacher smut

"Really?" Mr. Payne looked at our class disappointingly. I raised my hand higher, but so did Hal. "No one knows where the Great Famine happened?"

 I know! I thought angrily. Fucking hell I know, I actually am Irish.

"I know sir!" Hal shook his hand in the air. Prick.

"Anyone other than Hal or Niall know?" I was pleased he mentioned me so I let my hand down and crossed my arms. I let Mr. Payne survey the room once more before he called on me. "Maybe our resident IRISHMAN can tell us."

"Ireland." I smirked, laying my accent on extra thick.

He hesitated on my face for a second before writing on the whiteboard again. "Right. Ireland was where it was worst but it affected all of Europe. Does anyone know why?" 

I diligently copied the notes and raised my hand for every question. But Mr. Payne kept calling on stupid Hal. Hal wasn't even cute. He had these obnoxious glasses and a bunch of pimples everywhere. And he smelled funny. So I returned to watching Mr. Payne as he wrote on the board. Even though he was the youngest teacher ever, only about 24 or so, he had impeccable taste. He was only wearing a white dress shirt and tie, I could see he wasn't wearing anything beneath it. You could see his back muscles rippling as he wrote or moved his hands to explain things. His tattoos showed on his arms and I was almost salivating at the thought of touching them. Or running my fingers through his perfect hair.

The last bell of the day rang, thankfully interrupting my fantasy. I stayed seated at my desk as everyone else ran out of the classroom.

"Niall, Hal? Can I help you two?" Hal and I instantly glared at each other. We had the same plan.

"You promised to tutor me today sir." I spoke first, not breaking my stare at the ugly nerd, a smirk appearing on my face the same time disappointment did on his.

"Oh that's today? Alright. Hal you know I don't tutor more than one student at a time so I'm afraid you can't stay after school today. We'll have to reschedule." Mr. Payne smiled sympathetically.

"Yes sir." Hal mumbled before collecting his crap and oversized backpack and heading out.

"So Niall, what do you need help with?" He rolled over in his black leather chair to my desk and leaned on it.

"It's not academic sir."

"You don't have to call me sir, you know." He laughs and I join him.

"Sorry. I just have a little situation and could use some advice. And I know you're really smart and really kind and really good with people and you're really nice, to me at least, and-"

"Your point Niall?"

"I like someone." I blush.

"Ok?"

"A guy."

"OHHH." Mr. Payne nods knowingly. "Yes I see."

"And there's another problem. He's older than I am. Not like a lot a lot but enough it could be considered wrong."

"Who is he?" He questions with a hint of jealousy clear in his voice.

"I don't want to say." I look at my lap. Oh my god it's you, you sexy son of a bitch.

"Niall you can tell me."

"I don't know if he returns the same feelings. And if he doesn't and I say something it could be really bad for the both of us." I continue, ignoring his statement. But what I said was true though. He could get fired or I could be expelled. "I'm scared Mr. Payne."