y/f/n - your friend’s name
y/l/n - your last name
Louis: "So," Your friend said, wanting you to tell her everything about your afternoon with Mr. Tomlinson. "What’d he do? Did he try to make a move on you or did you make one on him?" "Y/f/n! He’s my teacher!" You gasped, pausing to take a bite of your lunch. "Anyways, he’s probably like, at least, 25 and he most likely he already has a girlfriend. I’d look like an idiot if i tried anything with him.” Your friend sighed dramatically, lifting her feet up ontothe table. “I don’t think he has a girlfriend, y/n. If he did, why would he spend his free time after school with a student for ‘extra help’?” She said, putting emphasis on the extra help, with a smirk on her face the entire time because both of you knew that she was right. “Fine,” She huffed when she realized that you didn’t fully believe him. “Then you should go up to his room, right now, and ask him. I’ll bet you 10 dollars that he’s single. You should see the way he looks at you, y/n. I know that you don’t realize it but, I think, his f-" She stopped speaking when you both hear a familiar voice clear his throat behind you.With wide eyes, you both turned around to see, none other than, Mr. Tomlinson. He stood there, his his slightly messed up and his glasses on. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked though you focused once again when he started talking. “Miss y/l/n, I hope you’re not talking about what I think you’re talking about because I don’t think that’s a suitable topic for school.” You shook your head quickly, fixing your hair in an attempt to cover your blushing cheeks. “No, Mr. Tomlinson. She was talking about something but I wasn’t really listening.” He didn’t seem completely convinced though he nodded his head. He began to walk away, causing you to sigh in relief—that is, until he turned back around. “I’ll see you in class later, y/n.” He said with a slight smirk on his face before he actually turned to leave this time.
Liam: “So he literally hit you with a volley ball?” Your friend giggled as you both sat out in the hall during your free period. “Yeah but he didn’t mean to,” You defended Liam, feeling your cheeks darken a bit when you did. “I mean, he carried me to the nurses office and stayed after school with me.” “Wait, he literally stayed with you the entire time? What about his class?” You shrugged, “He said he had someone else take care of it, I guess.” “You ignored the other part of the question;” Your friend huffed, “Did he spend the entire time with you in the nurses office?” Reluctantly, you nodded, trying your best to avoid her seeing you blushing because you know y/f/n would never let you live this down. “He was just being nice though. I mean, it was the first day of school, he was probably just worried and didn’t want to start the school year off by giving one of his students a concussion.” “I doubt that. I don’t think he was worried about that, y/n. I think he was worried about you and then you wo-" "Girls," Liam’s voice made you jump, making you wonder how much he had heard. "The bell’s about to ring so I suggest that you leave now. And Y/n, is your head any better?" You nodded your head, ignoring the dull pain that you felt while doing so. You noticed the corners of Liam’s mouth turn down slightly, probably realizing that you were lying to him though he didn’t call you out on it. "Well, that’s good and, again, I’m sorry about that. Anyways, I’ll see you two in class later. Don’t be late."
Niall: “I’m hungry.” You whined as your friend dragged you to the cafeteria. “Well why don’t we go to McDonald’s, then.” She said, turning around and winking at you with a suggestive smirk on her face. As soon as you told her that you met Mr. Horan at McDonald’s, before you even knew that he was going to be your History teacher, she wouldn’t stop talking about you two. She claimed that it must have been fate that caused you to meet him and she was determined to bring it up every time that she had the chance. Luckily, you didn’t tell her that you stayed after school with him and he drove you home after otherwise she would never shut up. “I mean,” She continued as you sat down at a table. “We can order burgers without mayo and I can compliment you on how pretty you are. Oh wait, that’s already happened with you and Mr. Horan.” You groaned and hid your face in your arms, reliving that night in your mind all over again. When you finally looked up, your face immediately flushed, Niall was standing directly behind y/f/n, not making a single sound as he continued to watch you. “Is it even legal for teachers to call their students pretty because, if it is, you’re one-.” “Ladies,” Niall said loudly, not wanting anyone to overhear what you were both talking about, causing your friend to jump when she heard him. “This isn’t the time or place to be having a conversation like that. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t talk about that here.” Both you and your friend nodded, not wanting to get a detention or something like that. “I’m not trying to be mean to you girls I just don’t want anyone to overhear what you’re talking about. Y/n, please come to my office when you get a chance, I think we have a few things to talk about.”
Zayn: The next morning, you arrived early to hand in your artwork but, when you reached his room, the lights were off and the door was locked. You huffed and sat down on the floor across from his room. You pulled out your sketch book and began to doodle. Time seemed to fly by as you continued to doodle but you jumped when you heard a voice clear their throat above you. You looked up and saw your brother’s best friend, Jeremy, moving to sit down next to you. “What are you doing outside of Mr. Malik’s room before 7:30?” He said, normally it would be awkward for you to talk to your brother’s best friend but you had known Jeremy for as long as you could remember so it was almost like he was your second brother. “I have to give him this,” You held up you artwork. “So how’s Mr. Malik as a teacher? I heard his a bit weird.” You shook your head quickly, almost as if you felt the need to defend Zayn. “He’s probably the most talented teacher in this entire school. I mean, he’s just-he seems like an extremely interesting person…” As Jeremy opened his mouth to reply, Zayn walking down the hallway with a slight smirk on his face. “It’s nice to see you, y/n.” He said, causing both you and Jeremy to stand up. “I’ll see you later, y/n.” Jeremy said, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, leaving you slightly shocked because he had never done anything like that to you before. You noticed Zayn’s body tense as Jeremy walked away but figured that you were just seeing things. “I’m sorry if I came off a bit overpowering yesterday, I just-,” He sighed as he took your artwork from your hand, his fingers tracing over the lines as he observed it. “I just want you to do your best and I hope that I’ll be able to help you with that, as your teacher…”
Harry: “I can’t talk to you right now, y/f/n. I have to go to Mr. Styles’ office to talk to him.” Your friend smiled but continued to follow you up the stairs. “I thought you stayed after school yesterday to speak with him, is there something going on between you to that you’re not telling me about?” She giggled after she said that, it was obvious that she was joking, but you couldn’t help the red that covered your cheeks as you thought back to the way it felt when Harry brushed his arm against your shoulder and the lustful thoughts that the small, pointless movement caused. “Oh my god! Do you have a crush on the teacher?!” She exclaimed as you stopped in front of his office. “He’s probably like 25 and you’re only 17. Y/n you’re not even 18 yet! Maybe he likes you too. I mean you’ve got a great personality and, honestly, you’re fuc-.” Y/f/n stopped talking when Harry’s door opened, sending you an apology look. “Oh, Mr. Styles…” You said awkwardly, looking anywhere in the hallway besides at him. “I was just coming to see you.” “I know,” He chuckled, leaning against the door frame. “I heard you girls coming up the stairs. Neither of you is exactly quiet. Now c’mon, y/n. I think we have a lot to cover.”
