He's My... My Teacher?! (Zainourry)

Part 4

Zayn's Pov

Geez I hate English.

I wouldn't mind it if it wasn't for all the fucking essays our teacher makes us write.

I'm sitting here just finishing my second paragraph when the bell rung

Hallelujah!

I packed up my things and went to the entrance of the school.

I don't need to go to my locker cause I have homework and I'm only carrying like 2 books.

I lean against the wall and wait from Liam.

''Oh Zen!'' I rolled my eyes

''I told you not to call me that, it's Zayn.'' I said as I got off the wall.

''Okay Zen.'' Liam smirked ''Anyway, I have tutoring today with Mr.Horan so I'll just walk home.''

''No I'll come pick you up.'' I smiled

''Really thanks Zayn!''

''Damn you finally get it right.''

''Hush.''

Louis's Pov

I got out of my last class early because coach wanted us to practice early today, instead of waiting till after school.

Hellllllll yes

No French class for me

''Tomlinson, join the others and warm up.''

(okay I literally don't have a fucking clue how football practice is like so imma guess from what my friends said)

We starting jogging laps. We have to do 30 so I better get a move on.

Next we practiced dribbling the football and passing it to each other.

The bell rang.

oh I guess schools over

I saw a bunch of girls come out and sit on the bleachers, probably here to just stare as we play

I saw Harry come out and waved at him, he waved back and sat on the bleachers as well.

Now we're gonna do a practice game.

Just as we're about to start

''Shit we're missing a player, Jones is absent today.'' said Coach.

I saw Mr.Horan, he was about to walk back into school with a cup in his hand. I guess Coach saw him too.

''Mr.Horan!'' Coach called out.

Mr.Horan turned around, a little bag of doughnuts between his teeth and a cup of coffee in his hand. He grabbed the bag with his other hand

''Yes?'' He yelled back.

''Could you come and play for a bit?'' Coach yelled. Mr.Horan looked back at the door before jogging over.

''Just ten minutes.'' He said. He went over to Harry

''Love can you hold this for me?'' He asked Harry, Harry blushed and nodded taking the bag and cup.

''We don't have an extra jersey Niall.'' said Coach

''That's okay.'' He said before walking back over to Harry and TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF!

He unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling it off leaving him shirtless.

OHMYFUCKING GODDNESS GRACIOUS I HAVE BEEN BLESSED TODAY, MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED!!!

All the girls screamed and squealed.

I'm fanboying so fucking hard right now!!

He gives Harry his shirt and jogs back to the Coach.

I looked at Harry and he looked like he was nearly having a heart attack. He looked at me and mouthed 'Holy Shit'

I shook my head mouthing 'There ain't nothing holy about that man.'

We started the game

Mr.Horan or Niall he said to call him afterschool, was on my team.

Shit I hope I can focus.

A few minutes passed and We doing really fucking good.

Niall and I pass the ball to each other and score great goals but we also pass it to our teammates and help them get awesome goals.

Niall's really fucking good at football! He should be a professional player or something. Sadly after like eight minutes Niall had to go, he said he couldn't stay long so He went back to Harry who gave him back his bag, shirt, and cup of coffee.

Liam's Pov

Shitttt I'm late!

I take ONE detour to the vending machines and I'm 5 minutes late!

UGH FUCK MY LIFE

grabbing all my chips and junk food I threw them in my bag and ran down the stairs and hallway to maths class. When I got there I was 6 minutes late I rushed into the room

''I'm so sorr-''

Oh he's not even here yet

phew thank god

I sat down in the seat in front of Mr.Horan's desk before taking out a bag of hot Cheetos and began to eat them.

When I finished I got up to throw it away and the door opened.

''Sorry I'm late Liam.''

It's Mr.Horan

''It's okay I was too.'' I turned around and froze

Mr.Horan was shirtless and sweaty, a bag in between his lips, a cup in his hand and his other hand was on the doorknob while a dress shirt was draped over his shoulder. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest.

Wow just-wow

...Is it bad that I wanna the sweat of his chest? yes? ok I'll shut up now.

I stood there a second gawking at my model-like teacher

Mr.Horan took one look at me and looked away before heading over to his desk.

''Don't look at me like that Mr. Payne.''

Oh shit he must've noticed the heart eyes I was giving his body

Mr.Horan sat down at his desk placing the bag and cup down.

He looked up with cloudy dark blue eyes ''Don't start nothing you can't finish.''

A/n

Suppppppppp

hi how are ya I'm normal

*cough*not*cough*

so yeah I don't know what to say sooooooooo :3

PEACE MOFOS