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He's Your Teacher (3/5)

Harry:

            You were currently sitting in your math classroom in the front row, watching Mr. Styles call out the names for detention. There were three people sitting behind you; one texting, one doing homework and one sleeping.

            Mr. Styles walked to his desk and sat down after he explained the rules of detention. You smirked at him and winked as he glanced at you. He was the hottest man you’d ever seen and you would jump his bones if you got to. His emerald green eyes were filled with wonder and excitement and he always had fun stories to tell during class. You always found yourself daydreaming about him and blushing when he noticed, knowing what you were thinking about.

            You walked up to his desk, clearing your throat lightly. “Excuse me, Mr. Styles?” You asked, an innocent look on your face as you looked at him. He looked up and smiled as he saw it was you.

            “Can I help you Ms. Y/N?’ he asked and you nodded, as your fingertips brushed against the zipper of your hoodie, sliding down and revealing your black lace bra.

            “I need some help with some anatomy homework, do you think you could help me?” you asked sweetly, smiling at him as you bit your lip. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

            “Everyone, you are all dismissed for the day. Have a good weekend,” he announced, not taking his eyes off of you. You quickly zip up your hoodie and head to your desk, moving to grab your bag as everyone else moves to the door. When your packing was the only sound left in the room, you turned around to see Harry had moved closer to you, leaning on a desk.

            “You are so naughty,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you toward him and placing a firm kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, kissing him back.

            “Haz, what are we going to do when people figure out that I don’t actually do anything to get detention and I just come here so we can be together?” you asked, worried. He kisses your nose and then your cheek.

            “By the time anyone notices, you’ll be graduated and we can date publicly,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And I can’t wait for that.

Liam:

You had just turned twenty-one and your friends were taking you to a local bar in your town to celebrate and drink legally for the first time. You walked in and grabbed a seat towards the back over by the makeshift stage that was set up for some local band playing that evening. Your friends went to grab you drinks as you went to the bathroom to touch up your makeup and go to the bathroom.

            You fluffed your hair and pouted your lips as you touched up your lipstick, hoping to find a stranger for your birthday tonight. As you went to exit, your best friend came running into the bathroom squealing. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked, chuckling at her excitement.

            “I found you the perfect man for your birthday; he’s the lead singer for the band that’s playing tonight! Come on, they’re going on stage in a minute,” she said, dragging you out to your seats and as you took a sip of your drink, the band came out, introducing themselves and starting to play.

            You looked up and your eyes scanned the stage, widening when you saw that the lead singer, the man that your best friend though would be a great birthday bang, was in fact your college English professor.

            “Oh my god,” you blurted as his eyes fell upon you as he sang, widening slightly at seeing one of his students.

            “He’s so hot, right?” she squealed, shaking you slightly.

            “You have no idea,” you mumbled, downing your drink and going to get another one. Professor Payne was like the hottest professor on campus and he was only in his midtwenties. You often found yourself daydreaming of what his big hands would feel like against your skin or how his voice would sound when you woke up next to him in the morning.

You were on your fourth drink by the time the time they finished their set and he approached you with a sigh as you were sitting by the bar.

“Y/N,” he started and you turned in shock to look at him, completely embarrassed and feeling like you interrupted his personal space. “I didn’t know you came to this bar.”

“First time actually,” you replied, smiling slightly as you blushed. “It’s my 21st so my friends took me out,” you explained as you noticed his sweaty shirt sticking to his abs.

“Happy birthday,” he awkwardly cheered, waving his hand to the bartender for a drink for the both of you.

“Get it Y/N,” your best friend screamed from across the room, winking at you as you blushed and put your face in your hands. Professor Payne look at you in confusion and laughed slightly.

“I’m so embarrassed,” you mumbled, as he slid you your drink, asking you what your girlfriend was screaming about.

“They want me to get laid and they thought you would be a good birthday bang,” you told him bluntly, your face burning even more as he chuckled darkly and moved closer to you.

“Well, anything I can do for my student love,” he murmured darkly, his calloused hand touching your cheek as he kissed your lips gently.

“Professor, are you -,”

 “Call me Liam love,” he told you, grabbing his jacket and sliding it over your shoulders and pulling you close to him and waving to your friends as you moved toward the door. “For tonight, for your birthday, I’m just Liam.”

 

 Louis:

            “I just don’t understand it Louis,” you shouted angrily as you pushed your books away from you and brought your knees to your chest, crying into them. Louis rubbed your back lightly, closing the book and sighing.

            “I know it’s a lot to remember babe, but you’ll get it eventually,” he cooed, soothing you quietly. You told your mother every Friday night that you were staying at a friend’s house so that they could tutor you which wasn’t entirely a lie.

Louis was your friend, kind of, and he was tutoring you. You just didn’t tell her it was him because she would freak out if she knew that you were actually staying at your teacher’s house while he tutored you. And when he wasn’t? Well, you and Louis were dating, something that’s considered illegal.

It happened so fast, you couldn’t have stooped you even if you wanted to. He was your history teacher and he’d started tutoring and helping you after class to help you with all the information you learned. He was such a sweet and funny guy, straight out of college and handsome as ever, he made you feel good about yourself and the both of you fell fast for each other.

“How about we go take a nap on the couch and I’ll order us some takeout,” Louis suggested, not waiting for an answer as he picked you up gently and moving you to the couch. He placed you in his lap and grabbed his cordless phone, calling the local Chinese restaurant, ordering food to be delivered in an hour or so.

When he hung up, you snuggled into his chest and wrapping your arms around each other as he hummed lightly and rocked you from side to side, kissing your forehead. “Louis?” you asked quietly, looking up at him as he smiled.

“Yes love?”

“Thank you so much for everything you do for me,” you whispered, suddenly insecure and vulnerable in front of him as you looked down. “I know I can be a lot to handle at times and it would be a lot easier to date someone you could take out for dates and who’s already started their life-,” he kissed you then, softly but turning more passionate by the second.

“Don’t ever say that. I chose to be with you baby girl and I wouldn’t change my decision for one second,” he emitted and pecked your nose once before smiling down at you. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too.”