One Of Her Students.

Chapter One

"Are you still coming by the school this afternoon?" Eleanor asked, grabbing her bag off the kitchen counter. Her boyfriend, Louis, grabbed the cup of coffee that he made her and handed it to her. 

"Yeah, if you don’t mind. I get bored here sometimes." He frowned, walking back over to the couch and throwing himself onto it. Ever since Louis lost his job about a month ago, he felt like he was going nowhere with his life. His days usually consisted of him on the couch, watching TV, or sleeping. He was lucky that the school that Eleanor taught at wasn’t very strict with their visitors.

"I don’t mind! You can meet some of my students. I talk about you quite a lot and I’m sure they will want to meet you." She smiled, leaning over the couch to kiss Louis’ lips once.

Louis’ dad owned the school— half the reason why Louis’ didn’t even really need a job. His family was rich. Really filthy rich. Sure, his life growing up he had to be clean and very organized with his life— but now, he honestly couldn’t care less. Money didn’t really mean anything to him. He was lucky that his parents weren’t some of the arrogant kind of rich people. He was pretty close with them and he had a great relationship with his mum.

He was close with his dad too, but not as much as he was with his mum. Growing up, his dad expected high things from Louis, who eventually met his standards, but they didn’t have an amazing relationship. It was completely opposite with his mum though. His mum was possibly the sweetest women to ever live. She and Louis had a very close relationship, a friendship. He could tell her everything that he wanted and she could do the same.

Sometimes Louis believed that neither of them belonged in the lifestyle though. His mum and him were always complaining about how needy and demanding some of the rich folks were around Doncaster. 

Louis wrinkled his nose at the thought of kids who went to school. Sure, he wasn’t there long ago— but it just seemed weird to him. “How old are the students that you teach?”

"They range from about 16-18. I have only a couple of students who are actually 18. Most of them are 16 and 17." Eleanor replied.

Louis nodded and brought a blanket up to his chin, watching Eleanor scramble through the house and grabbing the rest of her things. She was late, again. She gave Louis a quick kiss on the lips before running out the door, causing Louis to let out a small laugh when the door closed behind her.

The day passed slowly. But around noon, like it was planned, Louis showed up to the school. He had called Eleanor to get the correct room number for her class. He was kind of nervous, he wasn’t going to lie. Something about a room full of teenagers intimidated him since he was no longer a teenager. He was 20.

His eyes scanned each room and the room number as he walked silently through the empty hallways. He finally found the room. Taking a deep breath, he walked inside.

"Louis!" Eleanor exclaimed, walking over to him quickly. Everyone seemed to have stopped what they were doing and watched them.

"Hi." Louis said, giving her a shy smile. He looked around at all the eyes that were staring at him. He could feel his face become hot.

"Ms. Calder, is this your boytoy?" A boy teased, winking at her. 

"Oh shut it, Niall. Attention! Everyone, this is ..Mr. Tomlinson." Eleanor announced, glancing at Louis who raised his eyebrows at her.

Mr. Tomlinson? It made him sound ..old. 

"Just go with it, they’ll respect you more." Eleanor mumbled quietly to Louis before looking back to the class. "He’ll be here for the rest of the day."