Senior Year *Niall Horan AU*

Chapter One

I make my way out of the house, the warm California sun kissing my face.

I waved goodbye to Liam as his three friends pick him up in a small car.

Adjusting the straps of my backpack to keep my hands preoccupied; I make my way towards Harry's house.

Harry has been my best friend since grade school, ever since his family moved across the street from mine. Harry and I have been there for each other ever since I could remember. Now, since it was senior year, we wanted to make sure we could keep seeing each other as frequently as we used to. Especially after graduation.

I approach his front door with a fist; knocking softly. He opens the door not three seconds later. "Seniors" He says with a lazy grin

"You ready Styles?" I stand back allowing him to step out of his house. "Wait, you're wearing that?" He questions pointing at my dress. "Kind of look like a catholic school girl." I groan and start walking back towards my own house. "Fuck you, come help me find an outfit." I hear him chuckle before half-running towards my house after me.

After Harry re-dressed me, we were out the house and on our way to school. We were both excited and nervous for the coming year and we talked as the school was a clear vision in our view.

We make our way to the office to pick up our schedules. The large crowd of students silenced the both of us. The amount of new faces was mind-boggling. The amount of familiar faces was few.

Harry broke the silence with a gasp. "Look at that ass. Is that a teacher? That ass can't be straight, please don't let that ass be straight." I look at Harry; his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. Eulogizing the young man, not ten feet away from him. I give him an up-and-down myself. His trousers tight and cuffed at the bottom to reveal a tattoo on his ankle, a loose plain white tee shirt and a black blazer. He had a five O'clock shadow and messy brown hair. He looked too young to be a teacher and too old to be a student.

Harry was still staring when the mystery boy disappeared out of the office. "Go talk to him" I suggested tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He scoffed "That's dumb, you're dumb".

We made our way out of the office and I smiled at his stubbornness, because he was usually confident around boys. I figured that the older man threw off his game.

The smile was wiped off my face the second that the bell rang. Harry and I turned towards each other and he whipped out his schedule- as did I. "First period?" His voice straining over the crowd of people rushing past us. "English: Horan?" His eye brightened as he realized we had the same class.

We locked arms and made our way into the building, then to the top floor. Comparing our schedules on the way, to find out that we had gym and Language arts together also.

Stepping quietly into the classroom; we were the first students here, even the teacher was nowhere in sight. We took seats in the back of the class next to each other when a tall half blonde-half brunette man shuffled out of the classroom storage closet - somehow still keeping a cool exterior. His suit looked designer and I didn't completely look at his face until he smiled, his perfect white teeth almost shining under the light. Not shining nearly as bright as blue hue of his eyes.

I smiled in attempt to match his attitude; making my dimple prominent. "Mr.Horan" He stretched out his arm to offer me his hand and I couldn't help but notice the large gold watch that covered much of his wrist. He dressed well, and he knew it. I allowed him to take my small hand in his large and rough one. He made me feel powerless but I almost didn't mind.

I didn't remember that Harry was in the room until he introduced himself. I didn't even notice that more students had walked in until Mr.Horan walked away to greet them.

Harry leaned towards me whispering. "He's hot" I nod my head in agreement watching the teacher's slim figure wonder effortlessly around the classroom greeting students and learning names.

I could tell every girl in this room was attracted to him, and I'm not going to deny that I was one of them.

But he was a teacher, and I was just a student.

So I slouched into my seat and watched intently as his large hands wrapped around the expo-marker as he wrote his name in script on the white board.